After the bonfire party ended, everyone dispersed and went home. Lu Liuru had just finished checking the sheep pen fence and feeding the Tibetan mastiffs before returning to her tent and sitting down.
"Uncle, Uncle Ting finished all the soup. This is the bowl and a packet of ginger candy he asked me to bring back. Uncle, this candy is delicious!"
Lu Liuru had only been sitting for a short while when Lu Xingzhi came running back with a bowl in his hand. When he saw Lu Liuru, his eyes lit up instantly. He came up to her and started talking to her, his eyes fixed on the ginger candy, his gaze full of longing.
"Does Azhi really like sweets?"
Lu Liuru was stunned for a moment when she saw her little nephew so openly showing his liking for something. It took her a while to come back to her senses. She rubbed his head and looked down at the ginger candy wrapped in an oil paper bag in the bowl.
" Azhi, Azhi doesn't like sweets."
Lu Xingzhi fidgeted with his fingers, his ears turning red with embarrassment. As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the packet of ginger candy. He liked it very much, but he was hesitant to actually like it.
Lu Xingzhi gently rubbed his head again, feeling a pang of tenderness. He took a few ginger candies from the bag and placed them in his palm, his tone cold but gentle.
"It's time for bed soon, Azhi, eat these first. Tomorrow your uncle will take some things to see your Uncle Ting. You're a man, you have to take good care of Uncle Ting."
"Yes, Azhi know!"
Lu Xingzhi put the ginger candy in his mouth. The first taste was sweet, followed by the warm and spicy flavor of ginger. However, the flavor was very mild and was overwhelmed by the sweetness before it could spread, leaving only a warm sensation that soothed his meridians.
"It's so delicious~" Lu Xingzhi's voice was still childish, but unusually earnest. Lu Liuru rubbed his head, took his hand, and led him into the tent. "Even if it's delicious, you can't eat too much. Your Uncle Ting said that eating too much candy can cause cavities."
The lettuce has arrived.
"Mmm, good girl."
Lu Liuru looked at the Milky Way in the sky and noticed that they had quietly gathered into the image of Shen Lanting. She paused, and her earlobes unconsciously turned red again...
On this high-altitude grassland, this ginger brittle, which is known for its ability to ward off the cold, is popular with both adults and children. Only Shen Lanting knows how to make it, but instead of keeping the recipe a secret, he teaches it to others.
Everyone learned how to make it, but few had the meticulous patience to do it properly, and even those who did didn't find it delicious. In the entire tribe, only his version was the best.
Lu Liuru had tried it once; the sweet taste had a hint of ginger fragrance, and it was delicious. After sending Lu Xingzhi back, he stood in the kitchen staring at the bag of ginger candy. After a long silence, he picked one up and put it in his mouth...
Now that Shang Shujue and Song Yanqing have their own new house, they no longer live with Shen Lanting. At this moment, the bonfire party has ended, Shen Lanting is sitting alone on the bed with the bedside lamp on, flipping through the tribal language classics.
The warm light cast his shadow on the yurt. Several drunken, single Alphas sat chatting nearby, glancing occasionally toward the yurt with undisguised admiration in their eyes.
"Mr. Shen is such a gentle man, and his Alpha was a truly admirable fellow, it's just that he died too young, leaving them, a widow and orphan, in this world, a truly tragic fate... If Mr. Shen were willing, I would really like to raise his children..."
"Don't say that, I'd like to too, but it's just a thought now, since I'm really not that good-looking..."
"Come on, guys, stop messing around. Mr. Shen and his wife had a very deep relationship. Even though she's gone, he can't forget her. Didn't you see Da Yong confessing his feelings and getting rejected the other day? ε=(´ο`*))) Sigh... never mind..."
"Let's go back, let's go back. It's not good for us to sit here. We shouldn't frighten Mr. Shen."
"Ah, right, right... we can't scare him."
When Lu Liuru walked over, the drunkards walked away arm in arm, muttering to themselves. They greeted him when they encountered him on the way.
Lu Liuru nodded silently, watched them leave, and then walked to the yurt. She hesitated for a moment, and just as she raised her hand to knock on the door, the lights went out.
Lu Liuru paused, then finally withdrew her hand, turned around to look at the starry sky, and returned to her tent after a moment of silence.
Shen Lanting, inside the tent, was unaware of all this. He lay on the bed, his hand on his stomach, waiting hopefully for the birth of his and his lover's child.
His heart can no longer hold anyone but his deceased lover, his brother, and his child.
"Baby, grow up healthy and strong. Daddy and your uncle are waiting for your safe arrival."
After Shen Lanting finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep shortly afterward. In his sleep, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, as if he were having a very beautiful dream.
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The air was filled with the intertwined scents of sandalwood and epiphyllum, rising and falling, only to be locked inside the closed yurt just before it was about to spill out, unable to escape even slightly.
"Hiss... Song Yanqing, what's wrong? You have sharp teeth but I don't? I want to bite you to mark you... Damn! Be gentle... Damn, I'm falling apart..."
On the soft carpet, Shang Shujue held Song Yanqing's arm, kneeling in his arms, his body flushed pink. He smelled the scent of Alpha pheromones in the air and couldn't help scratching the skin of the person behind him, his words becoming incoherent.
"Baby, it's not my fault. That's how this world is set up. Only Alphas have fangs, otherwise how could they bite through glands to inject pheromones? Just bear with it a little longer... soon..."
Song Yanqing lifted his head from behind Shang Shujue's neck, suddenly covering his lover and enveloping him completely in his arms, his voice extremely hoarse.
Before Shang Shujue could refuse him, he sank back into a hazy, dazed state. He didn't know how much time had passed when he lay down on the bed. Song Yanqing kissed him, and after a moment of stagnation, the burning pheromones calmed down.
"I'm so hungry..." Shang Shujue pushed Song Yanqing's head, feeling relaxed and lazy, but mostly hungry. So he pinched Song Yanqing's cheek and kicked his calf.
"I've been so busy today, I haven't eaten much, I've been drinking a lot. Go get me something to eat."
"OK."
Song Yanqing knew Shang Shujue's condition, so he kissed his forehead tenderly before getting up, casually throwing on some clothes, and going to prepare food for Shang Shujue.
Looking at Song Yanqing's tall and straight back, Shang Shujue's lips unconsciously curled up. Then she turned over, rubbed her poor waist, and looked at the fresh marks on her body, unable to help but click her tongue in amazement.
"Is this what an Omega is like? Their skin is so smooth! And look how purple it is!"
Shang Shujue didn't hesitate for long before getting up to take a shower. The yurt also had a bathroom, water heater, air conditioner, and so on. After all, it wasn't ancient times; there were power lines running over, and many electrical appliances could be bought there.
When Song Yanqing returned, he was carrying two large bowls. The bowls contained mutton rice noodles, with two eggs poached in them. The combination of green scallions and white rice noodles looked very appetizing.
" A-Jue, I've cooked mutton rice noodles. Come out and eat after you've washed up."
"OK, coming right away."
Shang Shujue didn't lock the door, but Song Yanqing didn't rush in. It was private time, and he wanted to show respect to the other party, so he knocked, explained his purpose, and left.
Shang Shujue came out in her pajamas and her eyes lit up when she saw the delicious-looking mutton rice noodles on the table. She walked over, sat down, and began to eat heartily.
" Song Yanqing, your cooking skills are getting better and better, amazing!"
"You have to finish eating, I'm going to take a shower."
Song Yanqing kissed Shang Shujue's cheek and went to take a shower. When Shang Shujue turned around to look, he found that he had already finished eating, leaving not even a drop of soup.
Shang Shujue raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't seem surprised. She lowered her head and continued eating. After finishing, she was about to wash the dishes when she was stopped.
"What are you doing? You washed these dishes, didn't you? Stop fooling around, go to sleep, I'll wash them. Don't let your hands get cold."
As Song Yanqing spoke, he pushed Shang Shujue toward the bed, then turned around and started washing the dishes, showing no intention of letting him do any housework, and even enjoying himself.
"Aren't you spoiling me too much, Song Yanqing?"
Shang Shujue almost laughed. Instead of going to sleep, he snuggled up to him and rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. Song Yanqing tilted his head and rubbed his head against his, affectionately and dotingly.
"After all these years, aren't you used to me taking care of you?"
"Hehehe... Hahaha... No, it's nothing, I'm used to it. I just don't want you to work so hard. How about I wash the dishes for you?"
"Alright, since you're so enthusiastic, then let's..."
Even washing the dishes, the couple exuded a sweet, affectionate charm; after they finished, they cuddled together and fell asleep.