The Epic Revenge Chapter 164: I’ll give you something to eat
The second day of October is Si Xingpei's birthday.
Every year on his birthday, when the old lady asks him to go back for dinner, he refuses, and even gets in a bad mood.
"The day my mother suffered and gave birth to me..." he always said.
He can't recall.
He couldn't accept anything about his mother.
The world doesn't know the truth about his mother's death, and Si Xingpei doesn't bother to talk about his misery. He takes care of everything by himself.
This is what Mrs. Zhu wants to tell Gu Qingzhou.
For birthdays, you have to eat longevity noodles. This is the belief of Mrs. Zhu.
Sister Zhu wants to trouble Gu Qingzhou to cook noodles for Si Xingpei.
"The young marshal is always fighting outside, how can he not get any luck on his body? The longevity area is blessed, but he refuses to eat it after I cook it. He listens to you the most, miss, so cook him a bowl of longevity noodles. "Zhu sister-in-law begged Gu Qingzhou.
Gu Qingzhou is embarrassed: "But, I won't."
She didn't expect today to be Si Xingpei's birthday.
"It's okay, I'll teach you." Sister Zhu said.
Sister Zhu reconciled the face, and then told Gu Qingzhou how to knead the face.
Gu Qingzhou's injury has healed, but she is not strong enough. Mrs. Zhu rubbed herself vigorously, and asked Gu Qingzhou to rub a few times symbolically.
When waking up, Mrs. Zhu and Gu Qingzhou chatted and talked about Si Xingpei's mother.
"My wife was hanged, not from illness. Outsiders don't know about it, and the young marshal didn't allow me to talk nonsense. I just told you." Sister Zhu whispered and told Gu Qingzhou the secret.
She probably thinks that Gu Qingzhou will not leave Si Xingpei, she is her own.
Aunt Zhu paused and continued, "When the wife left, the young marshal was only three years old. Just a year later, the Overseer married a new wife."
Gu Qingzhou was silent.
Speaking of this, Gu Qingzhou felt a little guilty. There was something she knew, but she couldn't say it for the time being.
"...The wife was in bed, there was no one in the room, only the young marshal was at home. He hugged his wife's leg and cried for a long time." Sister Zhu said.
A chill spread out from Gu Qingzhou's back.
She bit her lip lightly.
"What a pity!" Sister Zhu began to wipe away her tears. Some things, no matter how long it has passed, are still heartbreaking to mention.
Then Mrs. Zhu added: "I worked at my wife's family when I was eight years old, and grew up with my wife. Later, my wife got married and brought me to the Si family's house. On the day my wife wanted to die, she deliberately took me away.
When I returned to Si's house, my wife was placed on a wooden board. I don't know why Qiqiao began to bleed, but I was afraid that I was reluctant to bear the young commander. We said that the wife was gone, the young marshal said no, 'Mum's mother is still bleeding, the dead don't bleed', the young marshal was three years old at that time! "
Gu Qingzhou listened, but still silent, but his heart was sour.
Since that day, did Si Xingpei feel that bloodshed is a sign of life?
Did his bloodthirsty and crazy disease fall from that time?
Maybe it was just the beginning, that he knew that blood was good, and blood meant he didn't lose his mother.
"...Alas, poor." Sister Zhu sighed deeply and couldn't hold back her tears.
She didn't want to cry today, so she tried her best to hold back and interrupted to teach Gu Qingzhou how to knead the dough.
Gu Qingzhou was also slightly touched and said, "I....I will come by myself!"
She rubbed a ball of dough so hard, with a little force, that her forehead was covered in fine sweat.
Si Xingpei rarely came back early in the afternoon. He didn't remember that today was his birthday, but the weather turned colder, so he bought a shawl for Gu Qingzhou.
This is a pure white snow silk shawl with long white thick tassels. It wears on her like a blooming white rose, swaying layer by layer.
He thought it was very good-looking, and he came back early just as the military affairs were done.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gu Qingzhou busy in the kitchen.
Gu Qingzhou was wearing a home-made lotus-colored slanted top with half-rolled sleeves, long green hair pulled into a low bun, and a drooping pink neck, as if she was a wife.
Si Xingpei moved slightly.
putting down the gift, he walked to the kitchen and saw that Gu Qingzhou was kneading the dough, Si Xingpei frowned: "Your injury is still not healed, what are you doing with so much energy?"
Gu Qingzhou smiled, revealing a small set of fine white teeth.
Aunt Zhu explained: "Today is the young marshal's birthday. Miss Gu wants to make a longevity noodle for the young marshal."
Si Xingpei was taken aback.
He wanted to get angry, his face sank slightly, and at the same time, he saw Gu Qingzhou struggling to knead his face, and the fire went down again as his heart softened.
"It's not my birthday." Si Xingpei said, then stepped forward and pulled Gu Qingzhou's hand, "wash your hands, let's go out to eat!"
Sister Zhu stood beside her, not daring to persuade her deeply.
Because Mrs. Zhu grew up beside Si Xingpei's mother, she is like Si Xingpei's aunt and more like an elder. Si Xingpei respects her very much and does not use her as a servant.
Si Xingpei will listen to everything Mrs. Zhu says, and it offends him on his only birthday.
When it comes to birthdays, I think of his mother...
He can't think!
"I kneaded for a long time." Gu Qingzhou hesitated, "Ms. Zhu and I have been preparing for the morning, and we are almost ready. Longevity is good fortune. You often have things throughout the year, what if you run out of luck?"
Her slightly worried eyes lightly fell on Si Xingpei's face.
Si Xingpei is a little shaken.
Gu Qingzhou strikes while the iron is hot: "I cook for the first time..."
This sentence finally moved Si Xingpei.
"Okay, try your craft," he said.
Gu Qingzhou's face was almost rubbed, and Sister Zhu helped to rub a few more times, and then it was completely done.
Roll out the noodles, and then cut them into thin strips. Gu Qingzhou is not in a hurry. The workmanship is rough but his attitude is serious.
She is so beautiful, like Si Xingpei's wife!
Si Xingpei was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a telegram in one hand and a cigar in the other, his eyes chasing the figure in the kitchen from time to time, and his heart was warm.
Gu Qingzhou made the noodles, and Sister Zhu also boiled the water.
The noodles are in the pot, and Gu Qingzhou starts to make hijab.
Fry the eggs for later use. Gu Qingzhou cut the radishes, beans, fungus, dried sauce, and diced meat. All the ingredients were prepared according to Mrs. Zhu's instructions, and the hot oil was placed in the pan, and then the sweet noodle sauce was added.
The noodles were cooked, poured half a bowl of chicken soup, and topped with hijab. Gu Qingzhou carefully served it to Si Xingpei.
"It's a bit hot, maybe it doesn't taste as good as what Sister Zhu made." Gu Qingzhou said, "If you taste it, you'll think you've eaten it."
She handed the chopsticks to him and said, "I wish the young marshal a long life."
Si Xingpei smiled.
Taking the chopsticks, he took a sip.
The taste is very delicious, not salty or bland, the chicken soup is rich, the hijab is sweet and salty, the noodles are a bit thick, but they are cooked and strong. It can be seen that Gu Qingzhou put a lot of effort into kneading the noodles.
He didn't say a word, he devoured the whole bowl of longevity noodles with his head down.
putting down his chopsticks, he handed the bowl to Gu Qingzhou: "one more bowl."
Then saw Mrs. Zhu standing next to her crying with joy, and said, "Eat too, you will be blessed."
"Ai!" Sister Zhu said happily.
Sister Zhu is better than Si Xingpei and praises Gu Qingzhou's noodles well while eating.
Gu Qingzhou was a little embarrassed, and she buried her head and ate half a bowl.
Si Xingpei ate three bowls and finally satiate his appetite.
After dinner, the two of them took a walk in the courtyard, and then Si Xingpei held Gu Qingzhou on his lap when they sat down in the pavilion.
"From now on, you will live here and cook for me every day." Si Xingpei gently stroked her cheek, calm and warm in his heart.
It was his best birthday in more than 20 years.
"I don't want it, cooking is so tedious!" Gu Qingzhou said, "Besides, I'm not as good as Mrs. Zhu, I don't want to take Mrs. Zhu's work."
Si Xingpei raised her face and kissed her.
"Just make it for me, I like to eat rice made by light boats," he said.
Gu Qingzhou lowered his eyes, and his thick bangs covered his eyes, so he couldn't see his emotions.
He hugged her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder, but no longer forced her to promise anything.
This birthday is already the best.
He gave Gu Qingzhou the shawl he brought back and put it on her himself.
The night wind is beautiful, and the two of them are walking, and there is an illusion that they are dependent on each other until they grow old.
"I'm almost fine, it's time to go to school." Gu Qingzhou said.
Si Xingpei was reluctant to let her go to school.
After she leaves, if you want to see her again, you have to go to her house to fish.
The last time she was almost caught by her stepmother, she was frightened to death, and Si Xingpei also felt distressed.
Si Xingpei never thought about going with her secretly, but she didn't want to break the boat.
"A few more days." Si Xingpei said.
"In a few days, the school will have its annual vacation." Gu Qingzhou said, "I will graduate next year, and my homework should not be too bad."
Gu Qingzhou is very motivated, and Si Xingpei is slightly relieved.
"That's right, I'll go again on the fifth day of the first lunar month. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are weekends. You stay with me for two more days." Si Xingpei said.
He has few free days. The so-called companionship is nothing more than raising a cat when he comes back at night and sleeps with someone to hold him.
Gu Qingzhou did not refute him, but docilely agreed.
When sleeping at night, he leaned over Gu Qingzhou and kissed her, and then he couldn't control it.
When he was done, Gu Qingzhou's hands were swollen, and he gently massaged her.
Gu Qingzhou ignored him.
No matter how much time has passed, she still finds it disgusting that he asks her to do such a thing.
Gu Qingzhou fell asleep in a daze.
At half past four in the morning, Gu Qingzhou woke up, the sky was misty, and Si Xingpei was changing.
He was neatly dressed in his military uniform.
"I'm a little thirsty." Gu Qingzhou said, she was sleeping in slippers and went downstairs to drink water.
When Si Xingpei went downstairs, the adjutant entered the door: "Young Marshal, there is a pot of soup at the door in the morning. It is said to be a birthday gift for the Young Marshal."
When the adjutant brought it in, the pot of soup had been double-checked and there were no bombs and no hidden weapons.
"Soup?" Si Xingpei frowned.
Gu Qingzhou was also a little puzzled.
The lieutenant said yes.
Opening the pot, Gu Qingzhou smelled the strong aroma of meat, and it smelled good.
She stretched her head out and glanced at it. The soup was milky white, quite delicious, and it was still steaming.
Fools only drink those delivered from outside. Gu Qingzhou watched, and when he was about to throw it away later, Si Xingpei went to the kitchen to get a large spoon.
He fished the bones out of the soup.
"Ah!" Gu Qingzhou glanced at it and couldn't help exclaiming in surprise, his stomach rolled involuntarily and vomited out.