The rain has become much lighter.

Although there is still drizzle, the clouds have dispersed.

The violent storm just now was like bubbles, which instantly disappeared under the warm golden skylight.

The accumulated water in the soil reflected the brilliant sunset, and the entire village seemed to have melted into an oil painting.

Beside the luxurious but dilapidated courtyard gate, a handsome young man was leaning against him.

He gently wiped the white musket in his hand, making this exquisite killing tool look brand new.

The long white hair that was soaked by the rain hung down casually, and the small and exquisite white fox lay on the shoulder, seeming to have fallen asleep.

The atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful.

If it weren't for the messy yard, almost no one would have thought that two lives had just come to an end here.

Song He struggled to throw away his arms and put his dead brother into the coffin.

That was what he originally prepared for himself.

He took the machete from the sobbing Xiaohua and placed it next to Liu Shuisheng.

Then close the lid.

Song He took a deep breath, but coughed up two mouthfuls of blood foam.

The Mud Dragon King was shattered and he will die tonight.

Can…

Song He lifted up his clothes and looked at the talismans attached to his body.

Hundreds of them are stacked one on top of another, just like a piece of clothing.

Even though it was soaked in blood, a small part of it still glowed faintly.

It was these rays of light that prevented Song He from being hurt to death right now.

"It's amazing...she's so young."

Song He looked at the figure beside the door and murmured to himself.

He saw Wang Jin frowning slightly, seeming to be thinking.

This young man seems to be always thinking about things and never allows himself to be idle.

"Wang Jin."

After hesitating for a moment, Song He called out with a hoarse voice.

"Um?"

His meditation was interrupted and Wang Jin turned his head.

"Get ready to eat."

Song He took a breath and continued speaking in that hoarse voice.

"I'm really hungry."

Wang Jin responded, turned around and walked into the yard.

Then smoke rose from the row house, symbolizing death.

The firewood was a dismantled door panel, the cooking utensils were the iron buckets that Xiaohua used to fetch water, and the food was the porridge that Wang Jin brought with him.

What was used to keep out the rain were the white cloths originally wrapped around the terraced houses.

Four figures were sitting casually.

Hu Xiaobei looked at the crackling bonfire excitedly, and from time to time he went over to stir up the instant porridge.

Song He seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back to the house.

After a while, he came back carrying half of a dark object.

If he hadn't been holding a kitchen knife in his other hand, he wouldn't have been able to tell that the dark thing was an ingredient.

"Ham, this is a rare treasure for us."

Song He started to deal with it and said with a smile.

"The quality is excellent."

Wang Jin nodded in praise.

He didn't expect to see such a difficult-to-preserve thing in an extremely humid fishing village.

Cha.

The kitchen knife fell, as if it wanted to cut off the sadness along with the ham.

The cut surface reveals a beautiful texture, and the oil flowers shine attractively under the light of the campfire.

"When I first arrived at Terrace House, I went to town and spent a long time picking things up."

"I originally wanted to give my dad a nice meal..."

Song He suddenly covered his mouth and knelt on the ground retching.

Food is the most important thing for the people.

This simple rural man has been taught since childhood that he must eat well no matter what happens.

Today was the first time that he was so sad that he couldn't eat.

"I'll do it."

The young man tied up his long hair, wrapped his coat around his waist, and took the kitchen knife from Song He's trembling hand.

The fox-eared girl poked her head curiously and watched Wang Jin clean the ham, remove some moldy parts, and cut the remaining parts neatly.

Da da da da da.

The kitchen knife flew up and down, just as gracefully as when cutting someone.

"Silly boy...so you are so good at cooking?"

Hu Xiaobei covered his mouth in surprise and looked at Wang Jin.

"My cooking skills are average, but I am good at making porridge."

The latter shook his head slightly without any pause in his movements.

“Including ham porridge.”

"My family can only eat a small piece of ham during the Chinese New Year, so I don't dare to waste it."

"The skillful hands... probably took shape at that time."

Wang Jin changed the kitchen knife to his left hand and used his right hand to cut out a small portion of ham.

“This part is suitable for eating directly.”

Distributing the slices in his hand to others, Wang Jin continued to lower his head and swing the knife.

"Silly boy...if we have a chance, let's open a porridge shop together."

Hu Xiaobei looked at the young man's profile and didn't know what he was thinking.

"OK."

Wang Jin smiled, his eyes suddenly softened.

After a moment, he stopped.

The ham just now was not wasted at all, it was turned into several dishes of different styles, which were served on plates that Xiaohua found from nowhere.

Cut the best part into a small dish and place it on the coffin.

Nice dinner.

The evening breeze blew through, making it slightly cool.

Wang Jin put on his coat and sat by the bonfire.

The gate has been completely dismantled and they have no shortage of firewood.

With the chirping of insects ringing in my ears, the rainy night in the countryside seems to make people calm down.

Hu Xiaobei had already finished eating his own, and he stretched out his sinful little claws towards Wang Jin's.

Xiaohua huddled aside and looked like an ordinary little girl.

Song He seemed to have recovered a lot. He picked up the instant porridge and poured it into his mouth little by little.

After noticing Wang Jin's gaze, he sighed and spoke slowly.

"I want to ask you something."

"no."

Wang Jin handed the plate to Hu Xiaobei and shook his head gently.
To be continued...