After agreeing to Lil 'Ling' er's request, Lil 'Ling' er was finally satisfied as she ran back to her room to catch up on her sleep. However, even the dullest person would be able to sense the joy in Lil 'Ling' er's heart. Nangong Zhe's greatest wish was for his family to be happy.
Nangong Zhe stood up from the cushion he was sitting on and slowly walked into his kitchen. Mashiro was currently holding a small dish in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand. It seemed like she was trying out the final taste of the congee she made. Mashiro naturally heard Nangong Zhe's movements, but Mashiro still didn't turn his head. It was unknown whether he was looking at Nangong Zhe or the pot of congee in front of him.
"Originally, I didn't want Rou'er and Little Linger to know that you participated in such a dangerous plan, but I was still worried about you. I wanted to personally see you return home, so I sat in the living room and didn't go back to rest. However, Rou'er and Little Linger are a group of mischievous people. They immediately saw through the whole story and insisted on waiting with me for you to come back. After waiting for an entire night, the two of them must be exhausted. "
Mashiro turned around and placed the dish dish dish in front of Nangong Zhe. He smiled faintly at Nangong Zhe and said:
"Do you want to try it to see if it suits your taste?"
Looking at the dish dish that was still steaming, Nangong Zhe gently blew on it. He reached out to take the dish from Mashiro's hand and placed it next to his mouth. Seeing Nangong Zhe's action, Mashiro suddenly smiled gently. He gently tapped Nangong Zhe's forehead with a finger and said to Nangong Zhe with a doting tone:
"You … are still as catty as ever …"
When Nangong Zhe heard Mashiro's words, he wasn't shy at all. Instead, he felt proud and said to Mashiro:
"Isn't that because of Mashiro's superb cooking skills? That's why a picky guy like me can eat what I like every day."
Mashiro looked at Nangong Zhe's face and said to Nangong Zhe with a hint of reminiscence:
"Back then, I definitely didn't expect that I would become such a person. Back then, it was the first time I left Root's cage and was sent to spy on you. Back then, I didn't have any common sense and even foolishly allowed you to take advantage of me. But it was also the cold and indifferent you that slowly made me feel the taste of home. You made me slowly turn from a tool that was deliberately cultivated to a person who could feel at ease around the stove every day … "
Mashiro slowly placed the spoon in his hand on the table beside him. He reached out his hand and gently caressed Nangong Zhe's face. He used his fingertips to feel the wrinkles on Nangong Zhe's face. With a bit of warmth to the touch, Mashiro instantly felt that her heart was at peace.
Even if his hand was caressing the man who had accompanied him for many years and allowed him to slowly grow up, Mashiro's heart didn't have any meaningless feelings at all. Instead, he felt a little heartache for this man. Because although Nangong Zhe's face still looked young and handsome, compared to the first time he saw Nangong Zhe, the tiredness in his eyes was so strong that it was difficult to ignore.
"Mashiro …" Mashiro's eyes were filled with undisguised heartache. Nangong Zhe naturally saw it clearly.
"You don't have to say that. At that time, I also left Wood leaf for various reasons and accepted the seemingly absurd and strange task of traveling around the ninja world with you. At that time, I was just like an injured beast, eager to leave the place I originally lived and avoid the people I knew. "
"But it was because I met you at that time that I mustered up the courage to face all the things I should face. At that time, if it wasn't for you, I would have already lost my life in that jungle. It was you who brought me to find A 'Weng and gave me a chance to continue living. So, there is no so-called debt between you and me. From the moment you saved my life, you're already my family. For my family, I'm willing to face anything, no matter what. "
Nangong Zhe and Mashiro's eyes collided at this moment. The strong friendship in their eyes couldn't be ignored, but Mashiro suddenly moved his eyes away. He picked up the spoon again, his eyes were a little evasive. He used his spoon to point at Nangong Zhe's taste dish and said:
"The taste is okay, right? If it's okay, I will give you a bowl first. After eating, go and have a good rest. After all, you should have experienced a lot of dangerous things last night. "
Nangong Zhe's expression was a little sluggish, but he still said to Mashiro:
"Oh … Ah! The taste is very good, I can definitely sleep well after eating the porridge. "
Mashiro took out a wooden bowl from the cupboard and gave Nangong Zhe a bowl of porridge. He scattered a little bit of seaweed and sesame seeds on the porridge, making the porridge look more delicious. Without waiting for Nangong Zhe to say anything, Mashiro turned around and walked away. Looking at Mashiro's back, Nangong Zhe wanted to say something, but he still closed his mouth.
After all, inviting Mashiro, himself, and Little Linger to visit the grave of Ah Weng, who once saved them and had a close relationship with the three of them, wasn't in a hurry to inform Mashiro. After all, there were still some things that needed to be prepared. Right now, his relationship with Watergate was superficial. If he brought Little Linger and Mashiro to the village, leaving only Nangong Rou in the Wood Leaf, Nangong Zhe wouldn't be so relieved.
But he called Mashiro because when he was entrusted to take care of Little Linger, Mashiro was at the scene. Why would he call his sister? In order to thank Ah Weng for saving his brother, so that he could continue to live with his brother.
Eh! Needless to say, this reason did have some credibility.
With his imagination running wild, Nangong Zhe held the wooden bowl in his hand and sat on the cushion where he was sitting before. He slowly ate. Behind a wall that Nangong Zhe couldn't see, Mashiro was leaning against the wall. His cheeks were blushing like rouge. Listening to Nangong Zhe's praise from time to time while eating the porridge, Mashiro's blush became even more conspicuous.
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