Mi Yue slowly entered the tent and saw Luo Jinyu sitting inside.
She stepped forward and bowed respectfully, then looked at Shu Zhihan.
Luo Jinyu stood up and said, "Miyue, then you can clean up for your lady."
"Yes, General."
She respectfully sent Luo Jinyu away from the camp, and then immediately returned to Shu Zhihan.
"Miss, do we really want to go back?"
"Yes, what's wrong? Are you reluctant to let go?"
Shu Zhihan smiled and touched her with her arm, watching as all her girlish thoughts showed on her face.
"Don't worry, they will definitely come back soon after we go back. Besides, we still have things to do when we go back."
"Ah? Something happened? What happened?"
Mi Yue looked at her curiously, tilting her head eagerly waiting for her answer.
"Have you forgotten that there is a general's wife living in our house?"
Looking at Shu Zhihan's eyes, Mi Yue seemed to understand something instantly.
"Ah, I understand, miss, you want to go back and tear her apart, right? This bag is on my body. Think about it, I got all the chickweed out."
"You, don't think so simple. Some things may be more complicated than we think."
Mi Yue didn't understand what she meant, but she nodded.
She walked aside and started packing Shu Zhihan's luggage.
At this time, she had no idea that Meng Haowu was busy in the kitchen for her.
In the kitchen, Meng Haowu's lonely figure stood in front of the table. On the table were exquisite wooden boxes and various ingredients.
Meng Haowu's rough hands kneaded the dough skillfully, as if there was a kind of magic in his hands, mixing every ingredient together accurately.
His eyes were focused, as if he was doing something extremely important, and he even breathed carefully. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, which showed how hard he was doing this.
The aroma wafts from the stove, and the gentle breeze fills the entire kitchen.
The soldiers patrolling outside couldn't help but be attracted by the aroma and quietly came to the kitchen. When they saw Meng Haowu's serious back, they couldn't help but stepped forward and joked: "Lieutenant General Wu, what are you doing? Do you have any respect for my brothers?" ah."
"Get out of here, as far away as you can."
"Vice General Wu, you are too biased. We have no share in this."
The soldier pretended to be aggrieved and said, but the smile on his lips completely betrayed him.
Meng Haowu turned around and glared at them with a fierce look on his face: "Whenever you can become my wife, I will do it for you."
"Lieutenant General Wu, you are a majestic Lieutenant General who can kill people with a knife. Why are you here washing your hands and making soup?"
"So what, I can say that I can go to the battlefield and I can go to the kitchen, so get out of my way."
The soldiers also lost their temper after what he said, so they smiled and walked out.
General Meng Hao took the baked mooncakes out of the stove and placed them on a plate. The mooncakes were beautiful in appearance, golden in color, and the aroma was even more mouth-watering.
After thinking about it, he picked up one and tasted it first, and found that the taste was really good. Then he put these mooncakes one by one into an exquisite food box.
Then he carried it to Shu Zhihan's tent with satisfaction.
After entering, he said with some embarrassment: "This...this is for you and your wife. You can take it with you to eat on the way."
Meng Hao quickly stuffed the food box in General Meng Hao's hand into Mi Yue's hand, turned around and left in a hurry.
Mi Yue couldn't help but feel a little strange and didn't understand what it was. Looking at his back as he left in a hurry, she felt even more surprised.
She walked to the table with the food box, looked at Shu Zhihan and said, "Miss, Meng Haowu prepared this for us to eat on the road."
"Oh? Really? It seems like I am lucky to have you. What is this thing here?"
Mi Yue quickly opened the lid of the food box and saw that it was a moon cake. She couldn't help but feel warm in her heart.
She looked at Shu Zhihan and said, "Miss, can I go out for a while."
Shu Zhihan looked at her with a smile, "I miss him so quickly, go ahead."
Mi Yue twisted her body shyly, then turned around and ran outside.
She found Meng Haowu and asked hurriedly: "Did you buy that?"
He looked at Miyue, his eyes full of expectation and care, and whispered: "Have you tasted it? I made this specially for you."
Mi Yue couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable. She opened her eyes wide and asked, "Did you do this? Is it true?"
"Of course it's true. Come on, have you eaten?"
Mi Yue raised her hand with a mischievous look on her face. The mooncake in her hand shook in front of his face, and then she took a bite. The crispy skin instantly burst in her mouth, and the sweet lotus paste filling flowed into her mouth. Read the book
Her eyes sparkled with happiness and she whispered, "This is the most delicious mooncake in the world."
When Meng Haowu heard Mi Yue's praise, a warm smile appeared on his face.
"Really?"
"Well, of course, if you don't believe me, try it."
With that said, Mi Yue stuffed the moon cake in her hand into his mouth.
Meng Haowu grabbed her hand and said, "You can eat it. I just tasted it. This is my first time trying it, but I'm just not sure."
"Really or not? This is your first time making it? I didn't expect that my man's hands are so skillful, and his pastry making skills are comparable to mine."
Meng Haowu looked at her triumphant look and reached out to pinch her cheek, "It's really a bit thick."
Only then did Mi Yue realize that he was trying to embarrass her. When she reached out her hand to hit him, she was caught by him.
"It's a perfect match for me."
Phew~
Mi Yue didn't expect that he would come out like this, so she couldn't help laughing, and the mooncake she hadn't swallowed yet sprayed directly on Meng Haowu's face.
"I'm sorry."
Mi Yue stretched out her hand and wiped it for him quickly, but looking at his embarrassed look, she couldn't help but smile.
Miyue opened her little mouth slightly and sprayed the mooncake crumbs in her mouth onto Meng Haowu's face like a fountain. The crumbs were like drizzle, dotted with a unique flavor, and sprinkled on Meng Haowu's face and hair. , and even a little fell into his eyes.
Meng Haowu was stunned by this sudden "attack", with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
He raised his hand and touched his face, gently wiping away the debris. The fragrance of mooncakes wafted in the air, making people feel soothed.
The two people laughed, and their smiles were filled with happiness and joy.
Mi Yue finished the remaining moon cakes in her hands, and then looked at Meng Haowu, who had already cleaned up the debris on his face.
"This mooncake is so delicious."
Meng Haowu heard this, leaned over and said, "It's best if my wife likes you."
"I like it, I like it so much that I can't bear to eat it."
"Don't do that. If you're reluctant to eat it, it's probably going to go bad, so you'll have to throw it away."
Mi Yue couldn't help laughing again after hearing this. After a while, she went back to the tent.
After returning to the camp, Mi Yue put all the things that needed to be packed into the baggage, and then turned to look at Shu Zhihan.
"Okay, come here, sit down for a while, don't rush around, there's nothing you need to bring, and besides, it shouldn't be very far along the way."
Mi Yue walked to her side, sat down and poured a glass of water for Shu Zhihan, "Miss, you'd better drink some water now."
"Well, okay, it's up to you."
Shu Zhihan picked up the glass of water she handed to him, gently brought it to her lips and took a sip.
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"Miyue, are the mooncakes delicious?"
This unexpected question made Mi Yue feel embarrassed again.
"What's wrong? It seems like something interesting happened during our trip."
"Oh, miss, there is nothing interesting. But let me tell you, this moon cake was actually made by Meng Haowu himself. Isn't it incredible?"
When Shu Zhihan heard what she said, she felt really happy for her, "Doesn't this mean that he is sincere to you? How wonderful."
Miyue also nodded shyly.
However, when she saw the mooncakes, she couldn't help but think of the way she had sprayed Meng Haowu all over her face just now, which made Shu Zhihan feel a little curious.
She looked at Mi Yue with interest, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
