Chapter 2521

Mo Lingwei leaned back, staying away from the rising dust.

Mo Jinlan took a piece of handkerchief, and smiled as he pushed aside the burnt sweet potatoes. The aroma wafted out, lingering in the bedroom.

Mo Jinlan wrapped the unburned half with a handkerchief and handed it to Mo Lingwei: "Taste it quickly, it's so sweet."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Seeing that Mo Lingwei didn't answer, Mo Jinlan said again: "This thing is only enjoyable if you hold it like this."

Feng Shaojin opened the door and came in, sniffed his nose, raised his eyes to look at Mo Lingwei who was beside the stove, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle: "The roasted sweet potato tastes good, try some, they accidentally dug it in the cave dwelling on the mountain."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and took the sweet potato from Mo Jinlan's hand, found a spoon, dug a piece, and fed it to Mo Lingwei's lips.

Seeing this, Mo Jinlan picked out the remaining sweet potatoes buried in the carbon ash, and placed them in front of Feng Shaojin.

It was the first time for Mo Lingwei to eat roasted sweet potatoes, and she really felt that the noodles were extremely sweet.

Mo Jinlan put the peeled pine nuts in a small bowl and placed it in front of Mo Lingwei.

Sparks splashed out and landed on her cuff.

"Ah, it's burnt out." Mo Jinlan yelled, patted hard, fingered the small black hole that was burned out on the clothes, his face was full of distress.

It was only then that Mo Lingwei noticed that this embroidered padded jacket was a half-worn garment she had given to Mo Jinlan.

Mo Jinlan's face was full of annoyance, frowning, she got up and walked out, shouting to find silk thread to mend.

Mo Lingwei stared at Mo Jinlan's leaving back, a little lost in thought.

Feng Shaojin waved his palm in front of her eyes, and said in an unhappy tone, "A few days ago, he rubbed He Wenhao's forehead without hesitation, that's all, but today I can see Mo Jinlan's back fascinated.

I sit next to you, so there is no sense of existence?

When did you look at me so fascinated? "

Mo Lingwei withdrew her gaze, stared at Feng Shaojin, lowered her eyes, picked up a pine nut and put it in her mouth, "It is said that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change. How much can a person change?"

Feng Shaojin understood: "Are you talking about Mo Jinlan? Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. It must be because I have been with you for a long time, and staying in such a simple and friendly environment, my mood naturally changed... ...."

"If it was the past, even if she died of freezing, she would not be able to wear the old clothes I gave her, let alone cherish them so much."

"The past is the past, and the present is the present, but you haven't changed at all. Whether it's eating delicacies from mountains and seas at a banquet, or eating burnt sweet potatoes by the fire, the eating etiquette has not changed at all." Feng Shaojin smiled, His eyes were shining brightly, like a flickering fire: "It's the end of the year again, I didn't expect to be able to celebrate the New Year with you this year."

There were many wars and disasters, and the entire Yuncheng was immersed in a dead silence, without any festive atmosphere.

Feng Shaojin took Mo Lingwei back to the Governor's Mansion.

In the empty mansion, only the numb and busy servants were left.

Feng Muyun was in a coma, the housekeeper didn't dare to hang up the red lanterns as usual, but just replaced a new couplet at the gate.

The cook brought homemade old rice wine to the table, and the deserted lawn in the backyard was reclaimed and planted with Chinese cabbage.

New Year's Eve dinner has never been easier.

A bowl of egg soup, a plate of green vegetables, a dish of fried meat, a plate of pork dumplings, and three bowls of white rice.

Since Feng Muyun's accident happened, Feng Yichen became much more reticent.

He poured wine for the three of them without saying a word, picked up the cup and took a sip, "Father Marshal only has a weak heartbeat left. After the ice and snow melt, I will take him to Western Country."

Afterwards, Feng Yichen looked at Mo Lingwei seriously, and said again: "Ling Wei, I will leave my brother to you."