The second day of October is Si Xingpei’s birthday.

Every year on his birthday, the old lady asks him to go back for dinner, and he will refuse, and even feel bad.

"My mother suffered and gave birth to me that day..." He always said this.

He can't recall it.

He could not accept any of the things related to his mother.

People do not know the truth about his mother's death, and Si Xingpei does not want to complain, and he takes care of everything himself.

This is what Mrs. Zhu wants to tell Gu Qingzhou.

On your birthday, you have to eat longevity noodles. This is Mrs. Zhu’s belief.

Mrs. Zhu wanted to trouble Gu Qingzhou to cook noodles for Si Xingpei.

"The young marshal is always fighting outside. How can he not get any blessings on his body? He is lucky enough to cook the area and he refuses to eat it after I cook it. He listens to you the most. Please cook a bowl of longevity noodles for him." Mrs. Zhu beg Gu Qingzhou and said.

Gu Qingzhou was embarrassed: "But, I don't know."

She didn't expect that today was Si Xingpei's birthday.

"It's okay, I'll teach you." Mrs. Zhu said.

Mrs. Zhu made up the noodles and then told Gu Qingzhou how to knead the noodles.

Gu Qingzhou's injuries have healed, but he is not strong enough. Mrs. Zhu rubs it hard by herself, and then let Gu Qingzhou rub it symbolically for a few more times.

When they woke up, Mrs. Zhu and Gu Qingzhou chatted and talked about Si Xingpei's mother.

"The wife was hanged, not dying of illness. Outsiders don't know about this, and the young marshal doesn't allow me to talk nonsense. I will only tell you." Mrs. Zhu whispered and told Gu Qingzhou the secret.

She probably felt that Gu Qingzhou would not leave Si Xingpei, but her own people.

Mrs. Zhu paused and continued, "When the wife left, the young marshal was only three years old. Just one year later, the governor married a new wife."

Gu Qingzhou was silent.

Speaking of this, Gu Qingzhou felt a little guilty. There was something she knew, but she couldn't say it for the time being.

"...... The wife was fond of the house. There was no one in the house, only the young coach was at home. He hugged his wife's legs and cried for most of the day." Mrs. Zhu said.

A chill stretched out from Gu Qingzhou's back.

She bit her lip gently.

"It's so pitiful!" Mrs. Zhu began to wipe her tears. Some things, no matter how long they have passed, are still heartbroken when they are brought up.

Then Mrs. Zhu said, "I worked at my wife's house at the age of eight and grew up with her. Later, my wife got married and brought me to the Si family. On the day my wife was seeking death, she specially sent me away.

When I returned to the Si family, my wife was placed on the wooden board. For some reason, my seven orifices began to bleed. I was afraid she couldn't bear to leave the young man. We said that the wife was gone, and the young man said no, 'My mother is still bleeding, and the dead are not bleeding'. The young man was three years old at that time!"

After hearing this, Gu Qingzhou was still silent, but his heart was so sad that he couldn't bear it.

Did Si Xingpei feel that bleeding is a sign of life from that day on?

Did his bloodthirsty and madness fall from that time?

Maybe that was just the beginning, which made him understand: bleeding is good, and bleeding means he has not lost his mother.

"...ah, pitiful." Mrs. Zhu sighed deeply, and couldn't help but cry.

She didn't want to cry today, so she tried hard to hold it back and interrupted to teach Gu Qingzhou to knead the dough.

Gu Qingzhou also felt a little touched and said, "I...I will do it myself!"

She kneaded a ball of dough until it was strong and exerted a little force, causing her forehead to be covered with fine sweat.

Si Xingpei rarely came back in the afternoon early. He didn't remember that today was his birthday, but the weather was getting colder, so he bought a shawl for Gu Qingzhou.

This is a pure white snow silk shawl decorated with long white thick tassels. When worn on her, it looks like a blooming white rose, layer by layer.

He thought it was very good, and he just happened to have the military affairs process done, so he came back early.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gu Qingzhou busy in the kitchen.

Gu Qingzhou was wearing a homely lotus-colored slanted top, with half-curled sleeves, thick green hair tied into a low bun, and a pink neck drooping, which looked like a wife.

Si Xingpei's heart was slightly moved.

Putting down the gift, he walked to the kitchen and saw Gu Qingzhou kneading the dough. Si Xingpei frowned: "Your injury has not healed yet, why are you doing with such great strength?"

Gu Qingzhou raised his erection and smiled, revealing a small, glutinous and white teeth.

Mrs. Zhu explained from the side: "Today is the young marshal's birthday. Miss Gu wants to make a longevity noodles for the young marshal."

Si Xingpei was stunned.

He wanted to get angry, his face slightly darkened. At the same time, he saw Gu Qingzhou trying hard to knead the dough, his heart softened and the fire went down.

"I'm not going to have my birthday." Si Xingpei said, then stepped forward to pull Gu Qingzhou's hand, "Wash your hands, let's go out for dinner!"

Mrs. Zhu stood beside her and didn't dare to persuade her deeply.

Because Mrs. Zhu grew up next to Si Xingpei's mother since she was a child, she looked like Si Xingpei's aunt, and more like an elder. Si Xingpei respected her very much and did not treat her as a servant.

Si Xingpei will listen to everything when Mrs. Zhu talks, and her birthday violates his taboo.

When it comes to birthday, you will think of his mother...

He can't think!

"I have been kneading for a long time." Gu Qingzhou hesitated, "Sister Zhu and I have prepared all morning and are about to get better. Longevity noodles are accumulating blessings. You often have problems throughout the year, what should you do if you run out of luck?"

Her slightly worried eyes fell softly on Si Xingpei's face.

Si Xingpei was a little shaken.

Gu Qingzhou struck while the iron was hot: "My first time cooking..."

This sentence finally moved Si Xingpei.

"Okay, try your skills." He said.

Gu Qingzhou's dough was almost done, and Mrs. Zhu helped him rub it a few more times and then it was completely done.

Roll the dough thinly and then cut it into thin strips. Gu Qingzhou was not too slow, his workmanship was rough but his attitude was serious. Half of the blue hair was drooping, and the face of the white jade was slightly red, which was particularly beautiful.

She looks so beautiful, like Si Xingpei's wife!

Si Xingpei sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a telegram in one hand and a cigar at one point. His eyes were chasing the beautiful figure in the kitchen from time to time, and there was a warm current in his heart.

Gu Qingzhou made the noodles and Mrs. Zhu also boiled the water.

After putting the noodles in the pot, Gu Qingzhou started making the veil.

Fry the eggs and set aside. Gu Qingzhou cut the radish, beans, fungus, dried sauce, and diced meat. As Zhu Sao ordered, prepare all kinds of ingredients, heat the oil to the pan, and then add sweet noodles sauce.

After the noodles were cooked, pour half a bowl of chicken soup, pour it on the veil, Gu Qingzhou carefully brought it to Si Xingpei.

"It's a bit hot, and it may not taste as good as Mrs. Zhu." Gu Qingzhou said, "You taste it and just take it as a sip."

She handed the chopsticks to his hand and said, "I wish the young man a long life."

Si Xingpei smiled.

After taking the chopsticks, he tasted it.

The taste is very delicious, neither salty nor light, the chicken soup is rich, the veil is sweet and salty, the noodles are a bit thick, at least cooked, and it is very powerful, which shows that Gu Qingzhou puts effort into kneading the dough.

He didn't say anything, and buried his head in the whole bowl of longevity noodles.

Putting down the chopsticks, he was still unhappy and handed the bowl to Gu Qingzhou: "Another bowl."

Then he looked at Zhu's wife crying and standing beside her, saying, "You eat too, you will be blessed."

"Hey!" Mrs. Zhu said happily.

Zhu's wife is better than Si Xingpei, and she praises Gu Qingzhou's noodles while eating.

Gu Qingzhou was a little embarrassed, and she buried her head and ate half a bowl.

Si Xingpei ate three bowls and finally filled his appetite.

After dinner, the two of them were walking in the courtyard, and then while sitting in the pavilion, Si Xingpei carried Gu Qingzhou to his lap.

"You will live here from now on and cook for me every day." Si Xingpei gently stroked her cheek, his heart calm and warm.

This is his best birthday in more than 20 years.

"I don't want it, cooking is so cumbersome!" Gu Qingzhou said, "Besides, I'm not doing as good as Mrs. Zhu. I don't want to steal Mrs. Zhu's work."

Si Xingpei raised her face and kissed her.

"Just make it for me to eat. I like to eat the rice cooked by Qingzhou." He said.

Gu Qingzhou lowered his eyes, his thick bangs covered his eyes, and he could not see his emotions.

He hugged her tightly, put his head on her shoulder, but no longer forced her to agree to anything.

This birthday is the best.

He gave the shawl he brought back to Gu Qingzhou and put it on for her personally.
To be continued...