Fortunately, Wu Bencao didn't really die, and with the white-haired man's way to heaven, it was not difficult to wake him up. After the majestic True Qi entered his body, he slowly opened his eyes and regained his senses.

His face was pale, knowing that after the ghost gate was closed, he had eliminated the killing intent of the white-haired man, and said weakly: "Love is deep, the person who made you fish soup must be your beloved woman, right?"

The white-haired man frowned, walked to the table with his hands in his hands, looked at the soup bowl that had been drunk, and said coldly: "You just said something to anger me, you have already died once, how can you not repent, and dare to speak openly, do you want to die more than me?"

Wu Bencao coughed a few times and replied: "If you are an unreasonable person, no matter what I say, it is meaningless, and you are destined to die." On the other hand, if you still have a conscience, you will know that I am innocent and should not be murdered. ”

To put it bluntly, he is a fish on the chopping board, and if he can't beat the white-haired person, he can only let the other party slaughter him. Instead of kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy and stealing his life, he would rather have more backbone and use a dose of fierce medicine to stimulate the white-haired man, which may awaken the man's dusty heart.

He guessed that the person who made the fish soup was the knot in the heart of the white-haired man, and it was also the key to resolving the crisis.

The white-haired man was silent for a long time and asked, "What did you mean by saying that last sentence?"

Wu Bencao thought for a while and said: "I don't know what you have experienced, because of what the heart dies, as a chef, I only know that all people who cook food with their hearts hope to bring happiness and joy to the eaters through their own labor." ”

After the drastic change just now, his mood became cheerful, no longer as frightened as at the beginning, but a sense of open-mindedness beyond the degree of life and death, as if as long as the truth was explained clearly, even if he was killed by the thugs, he could die calmly.

"I guess, the person who is willing to stew fish soup for you, if she makes it delicious, it must be stewed with true love and passion, and she hopes that when you drink the soup, you can feel the warmth, feel her company, and feel the beauty of life. ”

He spoke eloquently.

The white-haired man turned his back to him, said nothing, and burst into tears.

"I'm too young to have experienced much of a storm, so I can't make any sense. A senior once told me that life is greater than cultivation, and I think that the person who stews soup for you, her greatest wish will not be to hope that you are invincible in the world, but to hope that you can live happily. ”

At this time, he suddenly remembered that the old city lord Zhang Jun, who regretted his life because of the loss of his relatives, and how similar his lonely figure when he left that day was similar to the white-haired man in front of him.

Both of them are highly cultivated, but they are all tormented by the past, and they are in pain, if he brings out Zhang Jun's feelings, he may be able to talk about the key and inspire this white-haired man.

"If you really love someone, you should fulfill the other person's wish and don't let her down. If she also loves you deeply and wants to bring you happiness, then the only thing you can do is to live well, at the very least, worthy of the fish soup she has boiled with her own hands......"

Chicken Soup for the Soul was enough to stop, and after saying this, he closed his eyes and was touched by himself.

The white-haired man sat down in his chair, unable to control his emotions any longer, and cried out bitterly.

According to many details, Wu Bencao took the risk to try out where the white-haired man's heart knot, so he took fish soup as the starting point, combined with his own perception as a chef, supplemented by Zhang Jun's teachings, and said to his heart every sentence, like a spring breeze and drizzle, touching his heart.

He was born early, and the wounds on his body had long healed, but he refused to wake up. He couldn't survive, but he couldn't. Just because he smelled the aroma of the fish soup, he woke up quietly, and when he drank the soup, he couldn't cry silently, obviously seeing things and thinking about people, full of longing for the old people.

I thought about it, but I didn't dare to think about it, and I couldn't bear the suffering, so I could only escape.

He cried so much that his liver and intestines were broken, how could he not be a heartbroken person at the end of the world.

He fell on the table and wept all night.

At dawn, his voice was hoarse and he could no longer cry.

Wu Bencao lay on the bed, listened to the crying all night, and his body gradually recovered. Ignoring the white-haired man's reaction, he walked out of the bedroom and returned an hour later with a bowl of fish soup in his hand.

Or a six-eyed flying fish.

"Drink! After drinking, you still have to muster up the courage to face a new life. ”

He sighed lightly and sneered, Liang Jingru really sang correctly, love really needs courage.

The white-haired man's eyes were red and swollen, and he lost his mind slightly for a moment, then picked up his chopsticks and began to drink the soup, looking more focused and serious than in the middle of the night.

It's not that I'm afraid of being stuck by a fish bone, but I live more seriously.

For the one who will always live in his heart.

After putting down the dishes and chopsticks, he wiped his mouth and looked at Wu Bencao, "Do you want to hear my story?"

Wu Bencao shook his head, "I don't want to." ”

He just wanted to send the other party away as soon as possible, and he didn't want to look at this fierce god more.

The white-haired man was stunned, and said to himself: "When I was eighteen years old, I went out of the city to hunt, and was ambushed by a group of enemies, and was seriously wounded. During the escape, fortunately I was hidden by a farmer, and I was able to save the day. She was the daughter of a farmer, and I remember very well that she was only thirteen ......."

Wu Bencao listened silently, and said in his heart, that girl is the same age as Xiao Ai.

"At that time, I was seriously injured and could not return to the city immediately, so I had to stay at her house for a while. In order to nourish my body, she gave me fish soup every day, which was this six-eyed flying fish, which was the most delicious soup I have ever drunk in my life......"

He paused, reminiscing about the scene, a look of happiness and contentment on his face.

Wu Bencao didn't have much emotion about this, he was a man in two lives, and he had heard countless romantic and moving love stories, compared to the encounter between the white-haired man and the farmer's daughter, it was nothing.

After a while, the white-haired man continued: "We have been in love for a long time, and as soon as I returned to the city after I recovered from my injuries, I married her into the door. After she became the mistress of the house, she was not used to living a pampered life, and still insisted on cooking every day, stewing me a bowl of six-eyed flying fish, and waiting for me to drink it when I got home. ”

Wu Bencao couldn't help but interject, "Is your family rich?"

The white-haired man ignored his question and said bitterly: "I know that the reason why she is obsessed with stewing soup for me is because she is afraid that I will empathize with me and leave her in love, and she will snub her by touching flowers and grass outside, and she wants to tie my appetite with fish soup and let me continue to review the sweet memories of the year."

Actually, she didn't know that although she was serious every time she made it, the taste of the soup was not to my liking. I love salty things, but she always puts less salt...... I love her deeply, not because of the soup she makes, and not because she saves me. ”

His pupils trembled, and he burst into tears again, and said bitterly: "I love her, just because she is her! Even if she doesn't make fish soup and wait for me, my heart will never change!"

Wu Bencao was speechless.

The white-haired man held back tears, his Adam's apple stirred, and he said hoarsely: "But after all, I am the head of the family, and I control the fate of the entire family, and it is impossible to be by her side every day like an ordinary husband." I have to practice hard, I have to go outside, and I have to carry the honor and disgrace of my family on my shoulders.

I know that she stews soup every day and waits for me at home, but I can't go back. My love for her has never changed, but the greater the power and the greater the responsibility, I have no choice. I've been busy in the field for the past few years, and not long ago I suddenly received a message from home that she had eloped with a servant!

My head buzzed, I fainted, and when I woke up, I quickly returned to my hometown. When she arrived at the house, the elders had already put her to death. I was so grief-stricken that I couldn't accept this reality, and when I looked through her belongings, I found her suicide note written in advance!"

When he said this, the white-haired man clenched his fists and tears rained down.

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PS: Good news, it's not on the shelves again, and you can still watch the free chapters for another week.