Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1488
Chapter 1488: Chapter 1477: Retrieving Memories, Wo Niu Village (Part 2)_1 Chapter 1488: Chapter 1477: Retrieving Memories, Wo Niu Village (Part 2)_1 “Hehe, little brother, you've got some strength.”
Li Dashan chuckled, looking at Mu Fan's tall stature, long legs, and the smooth contours of his arm muscles, and blurted out subconsciously, “You must be a good hunter.”
“Senior Brother Mu.”
Lin Qingluo smiled, “The Qilian Mountain Range is a land of geomantic treasure; there are all sorts of animals running in the mountains and swimming in the water. It would be a pity not to go hunting there.”
A gentle and soft “Senior Brother Mu” made Mu Fan's heart tremble, and a suspicious blush rose to his ears.
“Hmm.”
He exhaled a shallow breath from his nostrils, and looked at the beautiful scenery surrounding them. A familiar feeling rushed over him, making his heartbeat quicken.
“Young lady, it's cold outside. Let's discuss this back home.”
As the year-end approached, Grandma Liu couldn't bear seeing the young lady standing in the cold, so she picked up the wooden basin and headed home.
“Grandma, let me carry it.”
Mu Fan and Lin Qingluo's hands reached for the wooden basin at the same time.
The moment their hands touched the basin, both of them paused, but Lin Qingluo quickly withdrew her hand and playfully blinked, “Senior Brother Mu is strong. You carry it.”
Mu Fan's breathing faltered, looking at the girl who resembled Qing Yuan, his heart was in turmoil, unsure of what to feel.
“A basin of clothes isn't heavy; this old woman can carry it.”
Wily Grandma Liu glanced back and forth between Mu Fan and Lin Qingluo, her murky old eyes suddenly brightening.
“Grandma, let me carry it.”
Mu Fan took the wooden basin, using it to cover his confusion and helplessness.
“This child is so handsome and well-behaved; he's a good boy.”
Grandma Liu looked at Mu Fan cheerfully, praising him.
As she praised, Mu Fan's hand holding the basin trembled three times, feeling extremely awkward.
“Pfft.”
Lin Qingluo couldn't help laughing.
“Hehe.”
Grandma Liu glanced at Mu Fan, then at Lin Qingluo, and laughed joyfully.
*
The old Su Clan house remained unchanged, save for some faded and peeling wall paint on the courtyard wall.
Mu Fan carried the wooden basin to the entrance of the courtyard, briefly pausing as a familiar feeling washed over him. His eyes momentarily widened in surprise.
“Come in.”
Lin Qingluo smiled sweetly, pushing the door open and cheerfully beckoning to him.
“Once you're here, it's like your own home; don't be shy.”
Grandma Liu made herself at home first, mistakenly assuming their relationship was intimate, and patted Mu Fan's shoulder while taking the basin from him. She then set it by the well, wringing out the clothes and hanging them to dry.
“Thank you, Grandma.”
Mu Fan expressed his gratitude but with a slight sense of restraint. He walked around the courtyard, becoming more and more amazed with every glance.
Every brick and tile, every plant and tree in the small courtyard triggered a strong visual impact, making him feel as if he had truly returned to his long-lost home. His heart ached with a sour bitterness, yet he couldn't contain his excitement.
Lin Qingluo glanced at him indifferently, her eyelashes growing moist. She used drying the clothes with Grandma Liu as an excuse to ease her own sadness, “Grey One and the others are not here; nobody accompanies Grandma. So the courtyard seems a little quiet.”
“Master, we're here too.”
Baoya and Hunao had sharp ears, hearing their master's words, and scrambled out of Mu Fan's Spirit Beast Pouch, playfully running circles around their master.
“Hehe, that's right, we have you.”
Lin Qingluo's expression lightened, laughing as she indulged the two frolicking pets, her eyes curved in joy.
“Qingluo.”
Dashan's wife entered the courtyard cheerfully, holding a pheasant, “Your Uncle Dashan went hunting yesterday and got this pheasant. Have Grandma Liu cook it for you.”
“No need, Auntie.”
Lin Qingluo hurriedly declined, “This afternoon, Senior Brother Mu and I are going hunting in the mountains. I'm sure we'll be able to catch a pheasant.”
Chapter end
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