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People say that they think about things day by day and dream about things at night. Could it be that seeing Shi Mo's handsome appearance, he felt a little depressed and went to the dream to vent it, and he actually dreamed that Shi Mo was dead...

It's so ridiculous.

He dressed and got into bed, washed and tied his hair, and soon he forgot the fragmentary dream last night.

Today the village chief and others are going to make rice cakes.

In the lower world, rice cakes are a must-eat on New Year's Eve for good luck. Japonica rice noodles and glutinous rice noodles are ground the night before, and then women and old people are required to heat up the stove and steam the rice noodles in the pot. This process is quite labor-intensive, but it does not require the help of young and strong men, so Chu Wanning got up a little late, and it didn't matter if he walked over slowly.

When he got there, he saw a large pot set up on the large drying ground, and a half-man-high wooden barrel was steaming across the water. Steam was constantly coming out. The village elder's wife stood on a short stool, filling the pot from time to time. rice flour. Several children were running around the stove, jumping and playing, and from time to time they would take the iron shuttle out of the fire pit to pull out a bunch of roasted peanuts and a corn cob.

To Chu Wanning's surprise, the ink burned very early. He was helping the village elder's wife watch the fire. There was a child running in a hurry, staggering and falling to the ground, sobbing several times, and the ground was huge. Start crying.

"Why did you fall?" Mo Ran helped her up, patted the plaster on her body, and said, "Is there any wear and tear?"

"Hands -" the little girl howled while raising her black little black hands to show Mo Ran.

Mo Ran picked her up, took her to the well, and got a bucket of water to wash her hands. The distance was a bit far. Chu Wanning didn't hear what he said to the child, but the little guy was crying and sobbing. After a while, he stopped crying. After a while, she broke into tears. Laughing, looking up at Mo Ran with a little face with a snotty nose, he started talking to Mo Ran.

"..."

Chu Wanning stood quietly at the corner and watched him, watched him coaxing others, watched him carry the child back to the fire pond, watched him pull out a sweet potato from the fire and peel it carefully. , handed it to the little girl.

He just looked at it.

It was as if he had seen the five years that Mo Weiyu passed by.

"Ah, Master is here?"

"Well." After a long time, Chu Wanning walked to Mo Ran and sat down. He looked at the blazing fire under the boiler, looked at it for a moment, and said, "What's roasting inside?"

"Peanuts, sweet potatoes, corn." Mo Ran said, "You are here, I will bake you a candy."

"...can you still bake candies?"

"Master can't bake it, it will burn as soon as it's baked." Mo Ran smiled and said, "It's better if I do it."

As he spoke, he took out another burdock candy from his pocket, removed the rice paper on the outside, clamped it with tongs, and put it in the furnace to bake it for a while, then immediately took it back and took the candy away, "Hey, there are some Hot." He licked the chuī and then handed it to Allen Chu's lips.

"Taste it."

"..." Chu Wanning was not used to being fed, so he reached out and took the candy. The milky white candy was roasted a little soft, and when chewed, it was fragrant. Chu Wanning said, "Not bad. You can bake it again." One."

Mo Ran roasted another one, and Chu Wanning took it with his hand and ate it himself.

"One more."

"..."

Mo Ran roasted eight in succession. When it came to the ninth, a child came over and asked Mo Ran for sweet potatoes. Mo Ran couldn't get it, so he had to let Chu Wanning get it.

Allen Chu picked up another fire tong and picked out the largest one. Mo Ran took a look and said: "Put this one back and take the small one next to it."

“The big ones are delicious.”

"The big ones are not cooked yet." Mo Ran smiled.

Allen Chu was a little unconvinced: "How do you know it's not cooked yet?"

"Believe me, I often bake them in the wild. Give him the little one, sweet one."

Chu Wanning had to change out again. The child didn't know what kind of leader Chu Wanning was in the world of cultivation. But when he saw that he was willing to pick sweet potatoes for himself, he leaned over and whispered to Chu Wanning: "Brother, I want to eat the big one."

"Tell the other big brother." Chu Wanning said, "He didn't let you eat it because it was not cooked."

The child really ran to Mo Ran: "Brother Mo Ran, I want to eat the big one."

Mo Ran said: "If you want to eat something big, wait a while."

"How long will it be in a while?"

"Count from one to a hundred."

"But I can only count from one to ten..." The child felt aggrieved.

Mo Ran smiled: "Then I'll punish you by eating small ones."

The little guy had no choice but to sigh and accept the injustice of his fate. He bowed his head and said, "Okay, let's just be small."

Chu Wanning peeled the sweet potato for him. When it was about to be peeled, the ink-burning candy was baked to its softest point. If he didn't eat it, he would be completely melted. So he hurriedly twisted it down and handed it to Chu Wanning: "Master, come on, open your mouth -"

There were sweet potatoes in his hand. Chu Wanning didn't think much and naturally opened his lips until Mo Ran fed the soft and warm beef candy between his lips and teeth, and gently rubbed the corners of his mouth with his rough fingertips. , Chu night Ning suddenly realized that he had eaten the candies fed by his apprentice, and the tips of his ears turned red instantly.

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