Ruoshui sat on top of the meadow, looked up at Qi Zhuang, and showed a bright smile.

"Husband, you've worked hard." Ruoshui said.

Qi Zhuang also showed a big smile at Ruoshui.

"I don't have any hard time seeing you happy." Qi Zhuang said.

Ruoshui slowly stood up and helped Qi Zhuang get something.

"Hurry up and put things down, how tired you are!"

"Okay, daughter-in-law."

Wakasui tidied up the things, then put the mountain mushrooms in the clay pot and added water.

A bonfire was lit and the soup began.

"There's another pigeon here." Qi Zhuang suddenly took out a processed pigeon from behind him.

"This pigeon was given to me by a nearby villager." Qi Zhuang said.

Seeing this pigeon, a bright smile appeared on Ruosui's face.

"Husband, you are so amazing! This stewed pigeon with mountain mushrooms is the most nourishing! Ruoshui happily took the pigeon handed over by Qi Zhuang.

Seeing Ruoshui so happy, Qi Zhuang's heart was full of joy.

Ruoshui put the pigeon into the clay pot.

The clay pot is placed on top of the campfire and begins to simmer.

Soon, the water was boiling, and the fragrance gradually emanated from the clay pot.

The smell of incense fills the air.

The sound of 'coo-dong', 'coo-dong' and 'coo-dong' kept coming out of the clay pot.

There was soup stewed here, and Ruoshui was snuggled in Qi Zhuang's arms, and the two looked at each other silently, neither of them spoke.

Qi Zhuang was originally a silent person and didn't have many words.

Ruoshui just looked at him quietly, and didn't speak.

The two looked at each other, and after a while, they both laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Ruoshui asked.

Qi Zhuang also asked, "Then what are you laughing at?" ”

After a while, the two fell silent again.

Time passed minute by minute, and the surroundings were terribly quiet.

If the water automatically blocks out the sound of the pot of soup.

It was getting dusk.

Qi Zhuang reminded: "If you don't get up again, the pot of soup will be boiled dry." ”

"Soup?"

At this time, Ruoshui reacted and remembered that there was still soup stewed in the clay pot.

"Well, if you don't say it, I really almost forgot." Ruoshui said.

Ruoshui quickly got up and went over to check the pot of stewed pigeon soup with mountain mushrooms.

I saw that the soup in the clay pot was about to bottom out.

"Husband, can you go up to the creek and get some water? The soup is almost dry. What a shame! Ruoshui said.

Qi Zhuang immediately got up and walked outside.

"Okay, you wait for me, daughter-in-law, I'll be back soon!"

After saying this, Qi Zhuang ran out quickly.

After seeing Qi Zhuang walk away, Ruoshui quietly took out a small porcelain bottle from the pocket of his clothes.

She opened the porcelain bottle and poured the white powder into the pigeon soup.

The white powder was the medicine she had asked for from the old man Dugu.

When she was in the mountain village that day, she didn't use it all, there was only a little left, which was enough for Qi Zhuang to use.

Soon Qi Zhuang's footsteps sounded outside, and Ruoshui hurriedly put the small medicine bottle in his hand into his pocket.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm back!"

Qi Zhuang handed the bamboo tube in his hand to Ruoshui, who reached out and took the bamboo tube, which was filled with clear stream water.

Ruoshui poured the stream water from the bamboo tube into the clay pot.

"Okay, simmer a little longer, and when it gets dark, our pigeon soup will be ready to drink." Ruoshui said.

The sky is slowly getting dark, and it is as dark as the sky, and there is still Ruoshui's heart.

Today is the last day.

Ruoshui filled a bowl of pigeon soup and served it to Ruoshui.