Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1493
Chapter 1493: Chapter 1482: Retrieving Memories, From Childhood to Adulthood, The Past is Clearly Visible_1 Chapter 1493: Chapter 1482: Retrieving Memories, From Childhood to Adulthood, The Past is Clearly Visible_1 “Uncle Dashan.”
Lin Qingluo smiled, took the basket off her shoulder, and placed it in front of Li Dashan. “Qingluo and Senior Brother went hunting in the mountains and caught many wild animals. We left a basket to share with the villagers so that everyone can enjoy stewed meat tonight.”
“No, no.”
As Li Dashan tried to decline, Lin Qingluo quickly pulled Mu Fan away, and in a flash, they were 100 meters away.
“Oh dear, how can I accept this?”
Li Dashan subconsciously picked up the basket intending to chase after them, but by the time he bent down, they were already out of sight.
*
Grandma Liu cooked a pot of Chicken Stew with Sealwort herself.
Lin Qingluo assisted the elderly woman, cleaning and slicing fish, and mixed it with pickled cabbage to cook a delicious Pickled Cabbage Fish.
Mu Fan, not wanting to be idle, demonstrated his knife skills, peeling potatoes quickly and thinly, cutting them into even and precise strips, as if measured with a ruler.
Grandma Liu watched in amazement and couldn't stop smiling.
Once the dishes were prepared, Chicken Stew with Sealwort, Pickled Cabbage Fish, Vinegar Potatoes, and Spicy Tofu were served at the table.
The aroma of cooked meat lingered in the room, making Baoya and Hunao drool uncontrollably.
Mu Fan first gave some chicken to the two pets, placing it in a bowl, allowing them to playfully fight for the food.
Since the weather was cold, Grandma Liu had already warmed the heated bed.
The three of them ate dinner on the warm bed, which felt cozy and intimate, much like a family gathering.
“Mu Fan, eat more. Chicken Stew with Sealwort is Grandma's signature dish, perfected over a lifetime. It's guaranteed to be delicious.”
Grandma Liu treated Mu Fan as if he were her future grandson-in-law and the more she looked at him, the more she liked him. She kept adding food to his bowl.
“Thank you, Grandma.”
Unable to refuse the kind gesture of the elderly woman, Mu Fan expressed his gratitude repeatedly as the food in his bowl piled higher and higher.
“Hehe.”
Seeing this, Lin Qingluo couldn't help but laugh. The soft and tender laughter spilled from her lips, intoxicating those who heard it.
Listened to the crisp and pleasing laughter and smelling the elegant floral fragrance, Mu Fan's hand holding the rice bowl subtly trembled, and his ear turned a suspicious shade of red.
“Grandma's Stewed Chicken is delicious, isn't it?”
Upon hearing the laughter, Grandma Liu became more energetic in adding food to Mu Fan's bowl, her eyes filled with love and affection.
“Delicious.”
Tasting the exquisite flavor of the chicken, Mu Fan nodded subconsciously, sincerely praising it.
“If it's delicious, then eat more.”
Grandma Liu was pleased, and she took a large spoonful of soup, pouring it into his bowl.
Mu Fan's eyelids twitched as he stared at the almost overflowing chicken in his bowl, and cold sweat dripped down the back of his head.
“Pfft.”
Lin Qingluo couldn't help but burst out laughing.
*
The dinner was a delightful event.
As she was getting old, Grandma Liu went back to her room to rest after dinner.
Lin Qingluo brought Mu Fan to the room he had stayed in during his previous life. She lit the heated bed, laid out the bedding, and tidied up before leaving.
Mu Fan escorted her out, did a simple routine to freshen up, locked the doors and windows, and lay down on the bed, pulling the quilt over himself.
The warm and comfortable heated bed put him to sleep quickly.
In his dream, he seemed to return to his previous life.
The days he spent living in Woniu Village and his life from childhood to adulthood were vividly recalled.
*
“Sister, Xuan'er wants to pick shells.”
“When the ice on the riverbank melts, I'll take Xuan'er to pick shells.”
“And catch crabs.”
“Yes, we will catch lots and lots of crabs.”
“Dig for mudfish.”
“Alright, let's dig up lots and lots of mudfish.”
The little brother clung to his sister with trust and dependence, like a newborn puppy.
The sister's indulgence shone in her eyes, like twinkling stars, lighting up his world.
“Sister.”
He whispered in his sleep, tears streaming down involuntarily and soaking the pillow.
Chapter end
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