The white expanse of snow is heavy, the thin deciduous trees appear deep black in the snow, and occasionally a line of black eaves is exposed in the snow, and all the houses are silently immersed in the world of ice and snow.

The road surface has disappeared, and the deep footprints on the snow have gradually been buried under the heavy snow.

Qu Jincun retracted his gaze to look back, squinted his eyes and looked around, Bai Xueying's eyes were tingling, and he could only vaguely see that near the frozen soil of the former Chunjiang River, there was a farmhouse that was slowly emitting smoke.

He tightened his robes, buried his head deep in the howling wind, and trodged away toward the smoke that had become less noticeable in the darker twilight.

In the two-foot-wide wooden house, the hot steam steamed on the hearth, the fish were grilled around the red and bright fire, a thick wooden shelf was propped up above the flame, and the milky white soup was bubbling happily in a black iron pot.

The room is filled with the aroma of fresh fish.

Sitting on the edge of the hearth was a woman in a man's robe, with her hair tied in a bunch on the top of her head like a man, and some of her hair draped over the sides of her shoulders and neck, her face was delicate, her eyes were smart, her fingers flipped over the grilled fish from time to time, and occasionally glanced at the door.

This woman is none other than Molly.

This time, the background is ancient times, and the target to be attacked is a fallen son.

Of course, she is not a vixen or a miss, she is currently a leftover girl who lives alone, and is regarded as a snake and scorpion by the whole village, and Zeng Ke has killed three older orphan daughters of her fiancé.

There was a rustling sound at the door, as if the claws of a wild beast were scratching.

Molly stood up and quickly walked to the door, and as soon as she opened the door, a man fell to the floor with a thud as the room was covered in ice and snow.

Molly stared blankly for a moment before saying, "Move any further, I'll have to close the door." ”

The man lying on the ground struggled to get up, and finally rubbed into the door, as if he was frozen, except for the flexibility of his eyes, his body movements were extremely sluggish.

"Just sit here for a while," Molly said to him, as she walked toward the soup pot she was guarding, "and then sit by the fire when you get better, or the fake frostbite will become real frostbite." ”

"Thank you." The man with his head tied in his head whispered.

Molly didn't say anything, and didn't seem to care that there was an extra man in her house as a widow of the three watchmen.

The iron pot is very thick, and the soup in it has become an attractive ivory white because it has been stewed for a long time, and the fish head in the pot is looming in the soup, and there are two red wolfberries floating on the white soup, which looks mouth-watering.

After thinking about it, Molly took a small plate, put half a spoonful of fish soup in it, that is, did not put sesame oil or coriander, just a small plate of soup that was clear and bright, quickly brought it to the man, and handed it to his mouth.

Almost instinctively, Qu Jincun, who was already stunned, opened his lips lightly, slowly took Molly's hand, and took a small sip of this dish of fish soup.

A large amount of ginger is added to the soup and boiled, the ginger masks the unique watery smell of the fish, and the warm ginger also just counteracts the characteristics of the cold fish, and a mouthful of warm water rolls down the throat and stomach, not to mention how ironing.

After the plate was empty, Qu Jincun had the strength to raise his head, and repeated with a little difficulty but very seriously: "Thank you." ”

Seeing that he was satisfied, Molly nodded silently, went to take care of the fire again, and beckoned to him without looking back: "If you can move, come over yourself and bring you a bowl of soup and cakes."

After another half a tea time, the man leaning against the wooden wall stood up hesitantly, his posture still a little staggering, but his back was already straight.

Molly glanced at him.

His hair was tied with a peach wood hairpin, he was wearing a Taoist robe, a small peach wood short sword was carried on his waist, and there was a yin and yang fish brass gossip on one side of the robe as an ornament, which at first glance looked like a magic stick of the swimming party.

Molly didn't say anything, silently scooped the soup out of the pot, put a small half bowl of bread, and added two more green garlic before handing it to the man.

As a result, in the small stoneware bowl, Qu Jincun half-lowered his eyes and did not look at the woman next to him, and silently sniffed deeply the heat mixed with the fragrance of fresh fish, coriander, green garlic, sweet vinegar, and cooking cakes, and then picked up the chopsticks on the bowl and ate it.

The dough seems to be made of particularly fresh wheat flour, the entrance is pliable and elastic, chewing carefully and freely a unique sweetness of pasta, the salt in the soup should be very small, so that the soup is occupied by the faint fragrance of sweet vinegar, the sourness neutralizes the softness and sweetness of the soup, enhances the burnt aroma of the cake, sets off the crispness of the dish, and takes a bite very refreshing.

It's delicious.

Qu Jincun unconsciously chewed the small half bowl of bubble cakes, and felt a little comfort in his stomach, so he silently sipped the fragrant soup.

The sweet vinegar should be freshly put into the bowl after the soup is out of the pot, which is very appetizing, and the soup that is constantly boiling on the stove has no sour taste escaping, so there should be no vinegar.

"May I have another bowl," he whispered, as if he were afraid of disturbing the beautiful moisture on the pot, "no vinegar." ”

Molly smiled slightly, and quickly filled him half a bowl, and smiled very calmly: "Eat, there is a lot of soup." ”

A man and a woman sat around the hearth, the cold wind howled outside, the dead branches covered with snow were crushed by the heavy snow, and the occasional jackdaw swept over the river, and the quacking cry was faint and deep in the wind.

There was never a moment when Qu Jincun felt that he was alive, alive, and a vibrant life.

Instead of being a walking corpse, with a withered heart, living under pressure every day.

"Are you alright?" Molly turned her head to him and asked him - he looked dazed but sad, for Mao?

Well, that's exactly what raiders must know.

Adding a piece of firewood very casually, Molly looked at the lively flames and asked, "Does the Taoist know how to hexagram?" ”

Qu Jincun held the hot stoneware bowl and was stunned for a moment before hesitantly answering: "...... Yes. ”

Molly withdrew her hand, hugged her knees, and smiled innocently and brightly: "That Dao Chang will calculate a hexagram for me, see if I can marry in this life?" ”

“…… Good. Qu Jincun looked at her a little sluggishly for a moment, then looked away and said lightly, "But...... Count me as a marriage...... Not very good at it. ”

"It doesn't matter," said Molly, generously, "how much more do I ask of a peasant woman?" Even if you count it, just count it. ”

As she spoke, she picked up a grilled fish, sniffed it to identify the heat, and then quickly picked up the fish and threw it into Qu Jincun's bowl, who hurriedly caught it, and drank the soup in three bites and two bites, before looking at the fish a little blankly.

Burnt and full of fish flavor.

"Count while eating." Molly said with a smile.