Chapter 384: Master Fan sent over the silver notes (2)
A Blessed Daughter
Chapter 384: Master Fan sent over the silver notes (2)
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“Mm.”
Then Wei Ruo moved a rattan chair in the courtyard and placed it in a suitable spot, sat down himself, but had Zhu Zongyu remain standing, “If you can still walk, then keep walking a bit more. Just don’t strain your wounds.”
Then he gestured for Xiumei to sit beside him.
“Young master, the weather is so nice—why don’t we brew some tea to drink?” Xiumei suggested.
“Then let’s make winter melon tea,” Wei Ruo said.
“How do you make winter melon tea?” Xiumei asked.
“Go to the cellar on the estate and get some winter melon. Wash it and peel it, but don’t remove the seeds. Cut it into small pieces and put them in a pot. Add some brown sugar and mix evenly. Let it sit for a quarter of an hour. By then, the brown sugar will have melted and the winter melon will have released some water.
Then add rock sugar and simmer it over a low flame until the soup becomes thick and syrupy like honey, and the color is as dark as amber. Then filter out the winter melon seeds, put the brewed tea into a jar to store it, and take some to mix with warm water when you want to drink it.”
“Sounds easy—I’ll go try it right away!” Xiumei jumped up excitedly and ran toward the cellar.
“Slow down! Don’t trip!” Wei Ruo reminded from behind.
“Got it!”
By the time Xiumei’s voice reached Wei Ruo’s ears, she had already disappeared from sight.
Zhu Zongyu, standing by the side and watching this pair of master and servant, was affected by the relaxed and joyful atmosphere they exuded.
Having experienced life and death, having suffered greatly and covered in wounds, he instead felt a long-lost sense of peace and security.
These past few days, in this dilapidated and shabby little hut in the village, he had felt warmth and relaxation.
This young master Xu, though wary of him, had not hesitated at all when saving and helping him.
He knew that Young Master Xu's caution was reasonable. He was kind but not foolish—it was a wise decision.
"What are you thinking about?" Wei Ruo noticed that Zhu Zongyu was lost in thought.
"I’m thinking, in this life, what is it that people truly can’t let go of?" Zhu Zongyu replied.
"Why suddenly ask such a philosophical question?" Wei Ruo asked.
"Perhaps it’s because I just went through a life-and-death experience," Zhu Zongyu answered.
After glancing at Wei Ruo, Zhu Zongyu continued, "In the past, I never had such thoughts, nor had I ever reflected on whether what I was doing was right or wrong. Regardless of the people around me or the circumstances, I was simply pushed to do one thing and do it well."
"But when I was being hunted, lying in the wild grass, and the last person by my side left to save me, my body was in such pain that I went numb. I could feel the blood flowing out of me, and I could feel my life slipping away."
"At that moment, the whole world was silent. In my ears, there was only the sound of trickling water, and even that sound was growing fainter and harder to hear. At that moment, I found my mind completely blank. There was nothing and no one I truly couldn’t let go of. Only a sense of unwillingness—but I didn’t even know what exactly I was unwilling about."
Wei Ruo replied, "I’ve never thought that much. Just do what you want to do, love whom you love, protect whom you want to protect—that’s enough. Young Master Zhu was born into a wealthy family and probably doesn’t know that many people in this world already use up all their strength just to stay alive, just to feed themselves and their families."
Then Wei Ruo moved a rattan chair in the courtyard and placed it in a suitable spot, sat down himself, but had Zhu Zongyu remain standing, “If you can still walk, then keep walking a bit more. Just don’t strain your wounds.”
Then he gestured for Xiumei to sit beside him.
“Young master, the weather is so nice—why don’t we brew some tea to drink?” Xiumei suggested.
“Then let’s make winter melon tea,” Wei Ruo said.
“How do you make winter melon tea?” Xiumei asked.
-winter melon tea
“Go to the cellar on the estate and get some winter melon. Wash it and peel it, but don’t remove the seeds. Cut it into small pieces and put them in a pot. Add some brown sugar and mix evenly. Let it sit for a quarter of an hour. By then, the brown sugar will have melted and the winter melon will have released some water.
Then add rock sugar and simmer it over a low flame until the soup becomes thick and syrupy like honey, and the color is as dark as amber. Then filter out the winter melon seeds, put the brewed tea into a jar to store it, and take some to mix with warm water when you want to drink it.”
“Sounds easy—I’ll go try it right away!” Xiumei jumped up excitedly and ran toward the cellar.
“Slow down! Don’t trip!” Wei Ruo reminded from behind.
“Got it!”
By the time Xiumei’s voice reached Wei Ruo’s ears, she had already disappeared from sight.
Zhu Zongyu, standing by the side and watching this pair of master and servant, was affected by the relaxed and joyful atmosphere they exuded.
Having experienced life and death, having suffered greatly and covered in wounds, he instead felt a long-lost sense of peace and security.
These past few days, in this dilapidated and shabby little hut in the village, he had felt warmth and relaxation.
This young master Xu, though wary of him, had not hesitated at all when saving and helping him.
He knew that Young Master Xu's caution was reasonable. He was kind but not foolish—it was a wise decision.
"What are you thinking about?" Wei Ruo noticed that Zhu Zongyu was lost in thought.
"I’m thinking, in this life, what is it that people truly can’t let go of?" Zhu Zongyu replied.
"Why suddenly ask such a philosophical question?" Wei Ruo asked.
"Perhaps it’s because I just went through a life-and-death experience," Zhu Zongyu answered.
After glancing at Wei Ruo, Zhu Zongyu continued, "In the past, I never had such thoughts, nor had I ever reflected on whether what I was doing was right or wrong. Regardless of the people around me or the circumstances, I was simply pushed to do one thing and do it well."
"But when I was being hunted, lying in the wild grass, and the last person by my side left to save me, my body was in such pain that I went numb. I could feel the blood flowing out of me, and I could feel my life slipping away."
"At that moment, the whole world was silent. In my ears, there was only the sound of trickling water, and even that sound was growing fainter and harder to hear. At that moment, I found my mind completely blank. There was nothing and no one I truly couldn’t let go of. Only a sense of unwillingness—but I didn’t even know what exactly I was unwilling about."
Wei Ruo replied, "I’ve never thought that much. Just do what you want to do, love whom you love, protect whom you want to protect—that’s enough. Young Master Zhu was born into a wealthy family and probably doesn’t know that many people in this world already use up all their strength just to stay alive, just to feed themselves and their families."
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