Chapter 56: I'm making dumplings

Mo Ran looked a little stunned at this question.

Do I miss him?

In spite of the deep and unresolved grievances of his past life, Chu Wanning has never done anything to wrong him in this life, but has instead defended him in times of adversity, leaving him with an ailment of his own.

He took a long time to say slowly, "Well, he was hurt several times, all for me."

Chu Wanning felt a slight warmth in his heart at this statement, and was about to say something to Mo Ran when he added the second half of his sentence.

"It's too much, I just want to help him get better quickly, I don't want to owe him too much."

The warmth in my heart seemed dead, motionless, frozen into ice.

Chu Wanning stiffens for a moment before feeling ridiculously bad.

Mo Ran had already said that it was only a master-disciple relationship, but it was he himself who had the slightest hope and had to fling himself into the flames, and in the end it was no one's fault that he burned to ashes.

Chu Wanning smiled, which must have been a very ugly smile, and was met with a grimace.

"Don't think too much about it, since you are his disciple, what do you owe or not owe. Everything is of his own free will."

Mo Ran turned her eyes to him, "You're so young, you're always talking like an adult." And with a smile, he rubbed his head.

Chu Wanning laughed at first as he rubbed him, and then his eyes slowly watered as he looked at the bright young face in front of him and whispered, "Mo Ran, I'm not playing with you anymore, let go."

Mo Ran was too thick-headed to notice the difference in his expression. Not to mention that he was used to laughing with "Xia Sini", so he continued to tease Chu Wanning by pinching his cheeks and making funny faces as he flicked the corners of his mouth up.

"Pfft, why are you angry again, little brother?"

Chu Wanning looks at the child in his eyes, the childish, young child, and the smile he is playing with is so ugly, like a pathetic, ridiculous monster.

"Let go."

He didn't notice and teased him as usual, "Alright, alright, don't be angry, from now on you won't be called like an adult, okay? Come on, make up, call him "Brother".

"You let go."

"Be a good boy, call out to your senior brother and I'll buy you a cinnamon cake to eat later."

Chu Wanning's voice finally trails off a little as she closes her eyes and her eyelashes flutter slightly.

" Mo Ran, I'm not joking, I really don't want to play with you anymore, let go of me, let go of me, okay" his long, thin eyebrows knitted together, he didn't shed a tear because his eyes were closed, but his throat was already choked up, " Mo Ran, I'm in pain"

It hurts too much to have someone in your heart who is carefully tucked away in the deepest part of your heart, no matter if you don't like yourself, as long as you can silently think about and protect that person, no matter if you can't get it, no matter what.

But all the softness of that man was given to others, leaving him with nothing but a thorn in his side. He covered him up in his heart, and when that man moved, his heart would bleed, day by day, old scars not yet healed, new wounds arising.

So he knew that even if he did not ask for it, as long as he still had this person in his heart, it would hurt for a day.

He didn't know how long he could sustain himself through such pain, didn't know when he would break down.

Mo Ran finally realised that something was wrong and let go of his hand with some trepidation, stroking his slightly red face and scrambling to figure out what to do. Chu Wanning suddenly felt that it was good to be smaller.

It is good to be able to shout a word of pain and show an inch of softness without fear.

It was good to get him to look at himself with concern at least.

It was something he hadn't even dared to think about.

It's New Year's Eve. This is the most lively and leisurely time of the year at the Peak of Death and Life, with the disciples putting up peach charms and sweeping snow, Mengpo Court's master chefs working from morning to night to prepare the end-of-year delicacies, and the elders using their own spells to add to the flavour of the year. Elder Greedy Wolf, for example, transformed a pool of spring water into wine. Elder Xuan Ji, for his part, released the 3,000 or so fire-light rats he had tamed and had them each guard the various parts of the sect to keep everyone warm. Elder Lu Cun, who cast a spell on the snowmen he had made, had them running around the mountain, shouting "Happy New Year" at everyone.

There was no expectation that Elder Yu Heng would do anything, and indeed Yu Heng remained in seclusion and was not seen for a long time at all.

Xue Meng was standing by the window, looking up at the begonia petals falling from the sky, and said thoughtfully, "After today, we will have to leave. I wonder what the Master is doing at this moment."

"Must be practising." Mo Ran bit into an apple and slurred, "Speaking of which, all the elders have to put on a show in the evening. It's a shame, if the Master was there he would have had to go too, I wonder what he could have acted in."

Said the man, laughing first at himself, "Probably acting how to be angry"

Xue Meng glares at him, "Why don't you act out how to whip Mo Weiyu to death?"

Mo Ran was not offended by Xue Meng's mean joke on this New Year's Day, but suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, have you seen my little brother today?"

"You said Xia Sini," Xue Meng said, "You don't see, he is at least Xuan Ji's disciple, he hangs out with us every day, Xuan Ji already doesn't care, if he hangs out with us again in the New Year, his master will be furious. "

Mo Ran laughed and said, "That's true."

red lotus water pavilion, slanting sun to evening.

Chu Wanning was holding a pill and examining it carefully. Xue Zhengyong sat opposite him, and when Chu Wanning did not invite him to tea, he filled a pot for himself and unceremoniously ate one of the crispy cakes on his plate.

Chu Wanning glared at him, but he didn't even notice and said, "Yu Heng, don't look at him. How could he possibly harm you?"

"Your Holiness is not thinking about anything." Chu Wanning said indifferently, "I was just thinking that since Elder Greedy Wolf had taken the trouble to develop a pill that could restore me to my adult form for a day, why didn't he simply make a few more if he needed them and take them."

"Alas, it's not that easy." Xue Zhengyong said, "The herbs needed for this medicine are very rare, and he has run out after making three of them. It's not a long-term solution."

"So." Chu Wanning mused, "So that's it, thanks to him."

"Haha." Xue Zhengyong waved his hand, "You two are actually quite similar, you both have a hard mouth but not a bad heart."

Chu Wanning glanced at him and did not say anything, but poured himself a cup of tea and took the potion that would return him to his old form for a day.

Xue Zhengyong was about to eat another piece of flower cake when Chu Wanning held her hand down.

"Why," said the venerable lord, displeased.

Chu Wanning said, "Mine."

Xue Zhengyong :""

As night falls, the disciples of the Top of the Dead arrive at Mengpo Court one by one. Each of the elders sat with their disciples, making dumplings with bread, while snowmen and fire rats wove their way through the crowd, helping to pass around salt shakers, paprika, onion dishes, or other sundries.

Every table was full of activity and laughter, except for Elder Yu Heng's table, where all the disciples were present but the master was absent.

Xue Meng looked to the side and sighed, "I miss my master."

Shi Mei said gently, "Didn't our master write a few days ago, telling us to have a good holiday and practice hard at Peach Blossom Yard, and that he would come to see us when he got out of the gate?"

"That's true, but when is he going to come out of the gate?"

As he sighed, his eyes glanced listlessly across the foyer, then suddenly froze and sat up straight again, eyes widening like a cat's as he looked towards the door of Mengpo Court.

The blood quickly faded and came back, Xue Meng's face flushed and his eyes shone brightly, he was so excited he couldn't speak: "Yes, yes, yes."

Mo Ran thought it was one of Elder Xuan Ji's rare and exotic beasts that had come out to cheer him up, and felt that Xue Meng was ill-informed and making a fuss. He said with amusement, "What's the big deal? Look at you, you look like you've seen a fairy.

He turned his head with a grin and a careless glance up.

The word "weird" at the end of the sentence cannot be uttered in any case.

Outside the open doorway of the lobby, in the twilight wind and snow, Chu Wanning, dressed in white and wearing a bright red cloak, was elegantly sidling up and putting away his oil-paper umbrella, shaking off the fine snow, before the eyelash curtain was rolled up, revealing a pair of sharp, slender phoenix eyes, glancing at them indifferently.

With that one glance, Mo Ran realised that his heart was racing, his palms were sweating, and his breathing was slowing down.

Mengpo Court is gradually becoming quieter and quieter. Chu Wanning's disciples did not dare to make any noise when he appeared in Mengpo Court, not to mention that he had been in seclusion for a long time.

Mo Ran got up and murmured, "Master"

Xue Meng stood up with a bang and ran towards Chu Wanning like a cat, shouting "Master" as he threw himself into Chu Wanning's arms.

Chu Wanning's clothes were soaked in the snow that they were extremely cold, but looking at Xue Meng's expression, it was as if she was holding a peach blossom in March and a charcoal fire in October, so warm that she kept shouting, "Master, you've finally come out.

Shi Mei also greeted him and bowed down with a joyful expression on her face, "Greetings, Master."

Chu Wanning patted Xue Meng on the head and nodded to Shi Mei: "I am a little late, let's go and join you in the New Year."

He sits in the booth, next to Xue Meng and opposite Mo Ran.

Once Chu Wanning arrived, after the initial buzz and joy, the crowd returned to their usual habits, all sitting upright with their Master. The silence at the table was eerie.

On the middle table rested various ingredients such as flour, meat and eggs, and a brand new copper plate.

Mo Ran was the best cook of them all, so it was decided that he would be in charge.

"Well, I'll be respectful." Mo Ran laughed and said, "Do you know how to roll a noodle?"

No one said a word.

"All right, I'll roll out the dough." Mo Ran said, " Shi Mei, you make the best coppers and the dumplings are no different, you mix the filling."

Shi Mei hesitated for a moment and said, "There are some differences, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do it properly."

Chu Wanning said lightly, "If you can eat, you can eat, no need to worry."

Shi Mei smiled, "That's fine."

" Xue Meng, you just help pass the water, roll up the sleeves and so on. Just don't help out."

Xue Meng :""

"As for the Master." Mo Ran laughed, "Would the Master like to sit next to me and have a cup of tea"

Chu Wanning said coldly, "I wrap dumplings."

"Ah" Mo Ran was so shocked he thought he was going deaf, "What are you doing?"

"I said, I'll wrap the dumplings."

Mo Ran :""

Suddenly he preferred to be doubly deaf.