Guo Mingze sent me to the door of the room, kissed me on the forehead, and watched me enter the room before leaving.
I felt very tired, but suddenly I calmed down, Xiao Muzi refused to come out, and I was lying on the bed alone and refreshed.
I couldn't sleep again, I was uncomfortable lying on the bed, I got up and got out of bed and took out the old book that my grandmother gave me when I was a child from the cloth bag, and read it again from beginning to end.
I fell asleep when I watched it, and I felt that reading books since I was a child was particularly brain-draining, and every time I finished reading it, I crawled on the table and fell asleep.
I slept until morning, rubbed my sore neck, looked at the time and was only five o'clock in the morning, approved a coat and got up to see the master.
Now that the weather is cold, Master's body is already lacking in yang energy, and I am afraid that if she catches a cold in her sleep at this time, it will add fuel to the fire.
Gently pushed open the door of the master's room, and saw that she was still sleeping relatively soundly, she was not usually a snooze, but because the yang energy in her body was damaged, she was sleeping more deeply now.
Today, my grandmother will call my dad to prepare things, hoping that my father can send them over soon, and give them to Master as soon as possible, so that he can get better as soon as possible.
I couldn't sleep, so I came to the kitchen by myself and started cooking noodles from memory in the same way my mother had told me.
I thought that when Master woke up, I would be hungry, and I couldn't do anything else, but I could still make and eat the egg noodles after cooking.
As soon as I was ready, I heard footsteps, and Master's biological clock was still so accurate, even if I was sick, I still remembered to get up and cook for us.
I fished the eggs out of the pot, put the bowl in front of the master and walked behind me, and asked with a weak breath: "You girl, what kind of wind do you smoke and don't sleep, what are you doing in the eating room in the morning?"
I leaned to the side, exposed the bowl of egg noodles in front of Master and said, "Master, I made you a bowl of egg noodles, how about you try the taste." ” Master glanced into the bowl, lowered his nose and sniffed it to the side of the bowl, looked at me and asked, "You are making this bowl of noodles without sleeping."
I quickly nodded and said, "Yes, it has always been you who get up in the morning to cook for us, and today I got up to make a bowl of noodles for you, and my apprentice wants to honor you, I promise that this bowl of noodles should not be too unpalatable, and my mother taught me how to make it when I was a child." ” The master didn't speak, her eyes kept staring at the bowl of noodles in a daze, and as she watched, her tears flowed.
I thought that Master would say a few words to me or something, or pick up the chopsticks and taste the taste and then make fun of me, but I didn't expect Master to cry.
She cried to me in a daze, which caught me off guard, I don't know why Master was crying, and whether I said something wrong again, which made Master sad I looked at Master at a loss, wanting to touch her but didn't dare, "Master, why are you crying, is it because I said something wrong, then you scold me fiercely, don't cry?"
Master's tears were still flowing down, he reached out and wiped a handful of tears, still didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks on the side of the bowl, picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth, and slowly began to chew.
While chewing, he nodded, and then the tears flowed even more fiercely "This is the best noodle I've ever tasted, thank you, Master."
Master suddenly opened his mouth and looked at me and said.
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