Pei Xieyuan thought that his knife, which had been immersed in the wind and snow of the border for eight years, should have had nothing to do with the word warmth. Until a little guy with braids grabbed his trousers: "Uncle, can you braid grasshoppers? My mother-in-law said that those who can braid are good people."
He was dragged into the leaky "Chunnuo Restaurant", where he smelled the hot soup gurgling on the stove and tasted the steamed cheese with sugar delivered by Gu Xichun - it turns out that the fireworks in the world are hotter than the blood on the battlefield.
He thought the restaurant was broken, so he had the glazed tiles replaced; he said he was passing by "on the way", but in fact he waited for Ah Nuo at the entrance of the alley every day; the most difficult thing to hide was the marriage letter that Ah Nuo had stuffed into his armor, and he secretly hid it in a jade plaque close to his body.
When the truth about the Gu family's old case surfaced with the aroma of crabmeal, Pei Xieyuan held Gu Xichun's hand: "These hands should hold a spoon, not a kitchen knife. From now on, I will protect you."
The little dumpling stood on tiptoe and tugged at the hem of his clothes: "Dad, have you finished weaving the grasshopper? My mother-in-law said that I have to worship him after I finish it."
