Chapter 170

His hand was attached to the woman's photo, and there was an inescapable pain deep in his eyes.

"Yutang, you ask me, did the hero of the movie say the last thing to the heroine?"

"now I know."

"I love you."

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In the winter of 1992, Major General Xiao, the youngest in China, died heroically to protect his teammates from evacuating during a mission.

On that day, the sky was overcast.

A year later, the man who once stood in front of the tomb is now lying beside her, living next to her.

In front of the tombs of the two, there was a group of people standing in Wuyang, all of them solemn, and the people in the front row were straight and dressed in military uniforms.

"salute."

Everyone respectfully saluted the stern person on the tombstone.

This is a major general worthy of everyone's respect, he used his life to defend his home and country, and he fulfilled his duty.

One after another walked past his grave, each with sorrow on his face.

He dedicated the first half of his life to the motherland, and spent the second half of his life by his side forever.

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The next day, Wang Ermazi obediently sent five taels of silver.

Last time I used the recipe to sell five taels of silver, and after the silver was spent, there were still more than four taels left. Now adding these five taels of silver, I don’t have to worry about it during this time.

There was still a lot of food I bought last time, and I didn't need to buy any more, so Bei Yutang didn't go to the market to buy it.

Bei Yutang didn't know how long it would take for her to fall asleep this time before she wanted to come. She was worried about the kid Mo, and gave him a detailed order. She also kept the money properly and would not let anyone steal it easily.

The boy Mo listened to Bei Yutang's instructions, blinked his dark eyes, and asked timidly, "Mother, are you going to go far?"

Bei Yutang fondly patted the little guy's head, "Mother, I'm just too tired and want to sleep for a few days. After I wake up, my mother will wake up by herself."

The boy Mo thought that the mother was not fully recovered from the last illness, so he asked nervously and concerned: "Mother, does your head still hurt? Otherwise, can we invite a doctor to take a look?"

The little guy spoke carefully, fearing that he did something wrong and would be severely beaten.

Bei Yutang knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn't explain it. It was fine for him to think so, otherwise it would be weird to have to sleep for a few days each time.

"It's okay, mother can just go to sleep."

"Mother, you rest, I'll cook." The boy Mo said obediently.

"No need. I'll cook today's meal. Mo'er, just help my mother make the fire."

The boy Mo was hesitant to speak, worried about her, but he was abused for a long time in his bones, so that he did not dare to say 'no' to Mu Zhitao's words.

When the boy saw his mother's kind dishes, his eyes were wide, and his round eyes stared straight at the pair of fast knives.

When did my mother's craft become so good!

Although I don't see her cooking several times a year, the food she cooks every time is even nastier than the one he cooks, and it often burns. Not only did it not burn, but it was exceptionally good.

Fragrant aromas wafted out of the pot, making people move their index fingers.

The little guy was stunned, blinking his dark and bright eyes.

"Let's have dinner."

Three dishes and one soup, two of which are meat dishes. Boy Mo was growing up, so he had to keep up. I used to eat without oil and water, but now I naturally have to make up for it.

Bei Yutang put most of the meat and vegetables into the little guy's bowl. The boy Mo looked at the high pile of meat and wanted it, but a pair of Bei Yutang's eyes obediently dared not speak.