Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 458 - 363: Blessing Huwa, Heavenly Dog Leads Troops (4K+ Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 458: Chapter 363: Blessing Huwa, Heavenly Dog Leads Troops (4K+ Seeking Monthly Ticket)

"Huwa, Huwa, it’s time to eat."

"You little rascal, what are you doing outside in this cold weather? What are you eating?"

Sister Hua, holding a wooden spoon, came out from the kitchen, about to call Huwa to eat. She saw the little rascal standing in the courtyard, stuffing something into his mouth with both hands, his mouth rimmed with white crumbs. Her eyebrows raised as she approached, thinking the little brat was eating snow just for fun.

Instead, she saw Huwa with his cheeks puffed, pointing next door with his finger, mumbling unclearly,

"Xiao Song... Xu, gave it to me."

Saying this, he extended a small hand happily, "Mom, for you to eat!"

In that frostbitten red little hand lay half a piece of white pastry.

Sister Hua immediately picked up her son, tucking Huwa’s two cold little hands into her bosom, her tone softening considerably, "Good son, you eat it yourself. By the way, where is your squirrel friend?"

While carrying Huwa back to the kitchen, Sister Hua asked with a hint of curiosity. She knew that little squirrel was a demon, previously with Lord Chen, and later followed that girl who came yesterday dressed in white, like a fairy, who had a spirit.

Huwa turned his head, tilting it, and pointed to the courtyard next door, "Mom, the little squirrel is in the courtyard next door."

Upon hearing this, Sister Hua halted, recalling yesterday’s event, "Could it be that the old man has returned?"

In the simple mindset of the woman, the possibility she could think of was that the old man was aged, and the continuous heavy snow in recent days must have caused him to catch a cold, leaving him bedridden. He hadn’t been seen these days because many households in the alley had also suffered.

With this thought, she quickly carried Huwa into the kitchen, set Huwa on the table, where there were two bowls of brown rice, a small dish of fermented bean curd, and a bowl of hot soup with a few pieces of dried vegetables floating in it.

She and her son were widows, and in this world, having a hot meal was already quite commendable.

"You eat first."

Sister Hua said, then hurried back to the stove, brushing the pot to light the fire and boil water, busy with an unknown task.

Huwa ate the brown rice fragrantly, not finding it rough at all, watching as his mother took down a well-sealed oil paper package from the kitchen beam.

His eyes lit up, "Mom, I want to eat some sugar."

That oil paper package contained sugar.

Only to see Sister Hua carefully open the oil paper, revealing a small lump of brown sugar that, despite being a bit damp, she handled very cautiously, fearing even the smallest spill. After all, sugar, such a sweet thing, was a luxury for ordinary people.

Sister Hua used a clean little wooden spoon to scoop a spoonful for Huwa, "Eat it, you little glutton."

Huwa happily accepted, "Thank you, Mom."

While Sister Hua wrapped the brown sugar and went to the stove, pouring all the remaining brown sugar into the pot where red beans were being boiled.

After a quarter of an hour,

"Dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door of the green bamboo courtyard next door.

Sister Hua, carrying her son and a cracked sea bowl filled with steaming Five Red Soup, knocked on the neighbor’s door.

She felt a certain nervousness, as she hadn’t visited in a long time. The last time she knocked on the door was when Lord Chen was there, and at that time, she addressed him as "Young Master," a memory that always left her feeling uncertain.

As Sister Hua’s thoughts wandered, a long creak sounded, and the wooden door of the little courtyard was opened.

Through the crack of the wooden door, a striking splash of red first appeared.

Next, a face full of heroic spirit appeared!

Seeing it was Lian Nichang, Sister Hua was somewhat surprised but not unexpected, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Lord Lian, my child just now... I thought that the old man might have returned, so I brought a bowl of hot soup over."

Saying this, she awkwardly pinched the cracked edge of the sea bowl, "I don’t know if I’m disturbing you. Although it’s a bit humble, this Five Red Soup is an old recipe to expel cold and replenish energy."

Lian Nichang nodded, her voice warm, "Sister Hua, you’re very thoughtful. Please come in."

"I won’t come in; I’ll trouble you to please deliver it." Sister Hua handed over the hot soup, declining to enter.

She knew her boundaries and understood that neither Lian Nichang nor the lady in white was ordinary. If she lingered longer, she’d feel uneasy, and so would the others. Even if she knew that these people, with a slight clue, could bring tremendous changes to her and her son’s lives,

Or, by leaning on the status of once being Lord Chen’s neighbor, she could live very comfortably in this town.

But this woman didn’t, living her days honestly with her mischievous son.

After she finished speaking, she watched as Lian Nichang on the opposite side slightly shook her head, smiling gently, "Come in. The elder brother is calling you!"

With that, she stepped aside.

And as Lian Nichang stepped aside, in the house within the courtyard, a figure in green clothes was seen supporting a hunched old man, walking out of the house.

Behind them, two short and squat little fellows were on their hind feet, paws holding the legs of a bamboo rocking chair, following behind it as it rocked gently.

At this moment, the person in green clothes lifted his head, looking at Cai Hua and her son outside the door with a heartfelt smile, "Sister Hua, your bowl of hot soup is just in time. I haven’t been back for a long time, and there’s nothing to eat at home. Please, come in."

Outside the door, when Sister Hua saw that all-too-familiar figure, she was suddenly startled,

"Lord Chen..."

In her shock, she lost her senses, even forgetting the hot soup she was holding. Her body trembled, her hands accidentally relaxing, yet the bowl of soup miraculously didn’t spill a drop.

In the extreme shock, Sister Hua quickly became at a loss, yet the words that reached her ears seemed to pull her back into past memories.

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