Chapter 341 Daily Life with Biyao
The two men came to a large rock by the stream, and the water gurgled at their feet.
Su Han handed the last piece of hawthorn cake to Bi Yao's mouth, but she suddenly poked the corner of his mouth with her fingertips: "Su Han, you got the icing on your face."
As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and wiped his face with her sleeve.
Su Han took her wrist and kissed her nose gently, "Little greedy cat, there's still hawthorn crumbs on the corner of your mouth."
Biyao giggled and dodged, suddenly catching a glimpse of a school of small silver fish swimming across the water.
Her eyes lit up, and she jumped into the stream barefoot, her skirt splashing water: "Su Han, look! These fish are more beautiful than the ones we grilled yesterday!"
Su Han was afraid that she would slip, so he followed her into the water, but he saw that she was staring intently at the crevice in the rock, her fingers slowly reaching into the water.
"Don't move, you'll bite--"
Before Su Han finished speaking, he saw Bi Yao suddenly retract her hand, and sure enough, there was a palm-sized crucian carp hanging on her fingertips.
She held the fish up and shook it proudly, but the fish's tail flicked and water splashed all over Su Han's face.
The two of them laughed together, and Su Han took the opportunity to pick her up and spun her around, scaring her so much that she begged for mercy.
Tired of playing, they lay on the grass by the shore.
Bi Yao looked at the changing clouds in the sky, and suddenly sat up as if she remembered something: "Su Han, the sugar painting we saw at the market last time, do you think it can be made with hawthorn cake?"
Su Han was amused by her sudden idea, but he also thought seriously: "Maybe you can try it, but you have to boil the hawthorn cake into syrup first."
Before she finished speaking, Biyao had already jumped up and ran towards the camp. Su Han followed behind with a helpless smile, watching her take out all the containers that could hold syrup and even wipe the bamboo tube for drinking water clean.
When Su Han poured the melted hawthorn syrup into the mold, Bi Yao squatted beside him with her chin in her hand, like a kitten guarding dried fish.
"Su Han, Su Han, guess what shape I want to make?"
Bi Yao suddenly leaned closer, her hair brushing across his chin.
Su Han deliberately guessed wrong: "Rabbit? Bird?"
She shook her head proudly, and when the syrup solidified, what she held up turned out to be a crooked candied haws.
“This is how we picked hawthorns today!”
She smiled and stuffed the candy painting into Su Han's mouth. Soon, it was completely dark and a bonfire was lit in the camp.
Su Han used branches to string together the fish he had caught during the day and slowly roasted them over the fire.
Bi Yao squatted beside him, adding dry firewood to the fire, and suddenly found that her shadow was cast on the rock wall by the firelight, shaking violently.
She suddenly had an idea and made faces at the shadow. Su Han was so amused that his hands shook and he almost dropped the fish into the fire.
"Biyao, look."
Su Han suddenly pointed to the treetops in the distance.
Under the moonlight, a furry little squirrel was holding a pine cone, looking at them curiously with its black bean-like eyes.
Biyao immediately held her breath, gently took out the dried hawthorn from her pocket, and slowly handed it to the little squirrel.
The little fellow hesitated for a moment, then actually jumped onto her palm and started chewing the dried hawthorn, making a crackling sound.
"Su Han, Su Han, it doesn't seem to be afraid of me!"
Biyao lowered her voice, her eyes sparkling with surprise.
Su Han looked at her interacting with the squirrel, and suddenly felt that it would be fine if this kind of time could stop forever.
Only after the little squirrel had eaten and drunk its fill and jumped back onto the tree did Bi Yao reluctantly withdraw her hand. When she turned around, she found Su Han looking at her intently.
"What's wrong?"
She touched her cheek, thinking it was covered with dust.
Su Han shook his head and handed her the grilled fish: "Nothing, I just feel..."
He suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Days like this are more precious than any title of a hero in the martial arts world."
Bi Yao was stunned for a moment, then she smiled brightly.
She took a bite of the fish and suddenly remembered something. She took out a dried hawthorn from her pocket and said, "Su Han, let's bury this next to the camp. Maybe it will sprout next year." (End of this chapter)