When Yan Shan woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed. His hands still ached, but he was in good spirits.

He walked out of the room, went to the creek to wash his face, drank a few more sips of sweet spring, and was instantly refreshed.

From "boiling cold vegetables in the air, burning wet reeds in broken stoves" to "eating 300 lychees a day, and being a Lingnan person for a long time", from frustrated and disheartened to open up to the world, and be at peace with encounters, only great heroes can be true to their true colors, and they are true celebrities.

How about being among the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties"? What about being among the "Four Families of the Song Dynasty"? Only those who are open-minded can be calm in the world.

He laughed at himself and muttered to himself: "The Dongpo monks will be able to live forever, and my father-in-law also has a song "Man Jianghong" that can be passed down through the ages, but what about me?"

He walked into the kitchen, intending to make pastries.

Since childhood, he has lived alone, and he is handy with pots and pans. However, he is still very attentive, very focused, and has a solemn expression.

Time passed through my fingers.

I don't know how much time has passed, but time seems to have become less important to him.

Finally, the pastry is out of the pot, steaming hot and fragrant.

He tasted it, and it was sweet, but it was not as soft as the three plates of pastries on the stone table, and it seemed that something was missing, but he couldn't say it.

It just so happened that he was also a little hungry, so he ate the pot of pastries in one go.

After that, he walked out of the kitchen, went to the river, and drank a few more sips of sweet spring, which was very pleasant.

He came to the hexagonal pavilion again, and the moment his eyes fell on the three empty plates, his eyes lit up in an instant.

He went back to the kitchen and started making pastries. He was very attentive, very focused, and had a solemn expression. Time passed between his fingers, and he didn't care.

Finally, the second pot of pastry is ready, steaming hot and fragrant.

He tasted one casually, but it was still not as fluffy as the three plates of pastries.

He just smiled indifferently and gently placed the pot of pastry on his plate.

After that, he continued to make pastries.

......

The fifth pot of pastries is ready, but it is still not as fluffy as the three plates of pastries.

By this time, he was a little tired and just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

He went into the house, lay down on the bed, very comfortable, and as soon as he lay down he fell asleep, and slept very sweetly.

When he woke up again, his hands didn't hurt anymore.

He went to the river and washed his face, then returned to the kitchen, ate a plate of pastries, and drank a bowl of sweet spring, and was in excellent condition.

After that, he started making pastries again.

Before he knew it, he made five more pots, this time taking longer.

It's just that these five-pot pastries are still not as fluffy as those three plates.

By this time, he was a little tired and just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

He went into the house, lay down on the bed, very comfortable, and as soon as he lay down he fell asleep, and slept very sweetly.

......

In this way, the cycle repeatedly, not forgetting the original intention, tirelessly.

The finished pastries have been filled with plates, bowls, basins, and bamboo cages...... In short, the pastries have piled up.

He seems to have lost track of time, forgotten everything, and devoted himself to making pastries. His gaze is focused, his expression is solemn, and every movement is natural, without a trace, as if it is integrated with the whole kitchen.

Maybe he knew, maybe he didn't, he had sunk into the realm of selflessness, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Time flies.

Before he knew it, he seemed to have forgotten why he had come from, and in his eyes, making pastries had become the whole of life.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face, very bright, very content, from the heart, like a new life.

Soon after, three plates of pastries appeared on the stone table in the hexagonal pavilion, just as Yan Shan had seen when he came.

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