Chapter 619 The Last Supper

The time they spent together was suddenly shortened to a dozen hours, and Jiang Qilan refused to let Cheng Ling waste time returning to the manor to make lunch, no matter what.

In the vineyard, there is a simple restaurant.

Jiang Qilan asked the servant to make some pasta, grilled chicken, salad, and had a simple meal with roasted dried fruits and red wine.

After lunch, the two of them rode horses and wandered nearby. They went to the nearby woods to admire the wild lake. The lake was not frozen, and there were many wild ducks floating leisurely in the lake.

Then, they went to the nearby mountains to have a look.

The deserted road stretches into the distance.

The two of them chatted while shopping, repeatedly confirming that there was no omission in the information that Cheng Ling needed to pass back home. The two of them speculated on several situations that might arise in the future and how to deal with them.

Although Jiang Qilan tried his best not to notice it, the sun still sank to the west at an incredible speed until it completely sank to the other side of the mountain.

A chill came over me.

Neither of them wore much clothes, so Jiang Qilan drove his horse towards the residential area of the manor.

"Brother Lan, let me cook dinner -" Cheng Ling said. She could see what Jiang Qilan wanted to say, but she stopped him. "It's not convenient to go back and talk, and besides, I also want to cook for you. After all, you Nowadays, there are beautiful women everywhere around me, so I have to be vigilant——"

"Stop joking." Jiang Qilan hugged Cheng Ling and kicked the horse's belly from time to time.

"I'm not kidding, isn't there a saying that says: If you want to keep a man's heart, you must keep his stomach--"

"I've been holding it in your hand for a long time," Jiang Qilan kissed the top of her head, "Besides, what if your cooking is so delicious and they notice something?"

"Don't worry, I will only make the food taste good, but I won't make it look good." Cheng Ling leaned into Jiang Qilan's arms, "Besides, everything in the kitchen is ready. As Fang Wenjian, I My mistress must find a way to please Fang Wenjian——"

Jiang Qilan couldn't defeat her.

So, after arriving at the manor, Jiang Qilan went to his study, while Cheng Ling went to the kitchen.

She washed her hands, lit the stove, boiled water and processed the ingredients.

The stove fire danced - suddenly, Cheng Ling remembered a distant memory.

A long time ago, when Jiang Qilan was General Lan, she actually sneaked into the kitchen and cooked for him during his last expedition.

While cooking, sparks from the stove jumped into the pot and started a fire——

Finally, General Lan, who was about to leave, couldn't find her anywhere, smelled the smell of burnt food, rushed to the kitchen, and helped her put out the fire in time.

Cheng Ling looked at the vegetables in the pot that were as black as coal and rubbed his clothes in embarrassment.

General Lan did not scold her.

He was never willing to scold her, or even say loudly to her——

General Lan strode to the corner of the kitchen, where there was a rice bucket for cooking rice.

There was rice steamed by Cheng Ling in the rice bucket - she was inexperienced, the firewood was too strong, and too much water was put in, causing the rice at the bottom to be burnt, but the rice on the top was not steamed.

"General, it's time for us to set off."

Soldiers urged at the door.

General Lan looked at Cheng Ling, who had a blushing face and didn't dare to look at him. He raised his voice and said to the soldiers: "I'm hungry. Let's eat something first and let the people from the court wait a little longer. Don't rush this. For a moment.”

Then, he took out a bowl, dug out a large bowl of uncooked rice from the rice pail, and used chopsticks to eat all the rice in the bowl into his stomach.

Then, he put down the bowl, walked to Cheng Ling, bent down and gently wiped the black dust from Cheng Ling's face, and showed her two rows of white teeth.

General Lan's face was very tanned from his daily training with troops.

His eyes were very bright.

Cheng Ling bets that his eyes are definitely brighter than the brightest stars in the sky.

She waited for him to say something, or to tell her to take care of herself, or to make a promise to herself, or to be bolder and say that he would miss her——

However, he said nothing.

Just look at yourself and laugh.

The soldiers outside the house issued a third urging.

General Lan touched her head, his eyes full of reluctance.

He said nothing.

Because they all know it in their hearts.

All language is redundant and pale.

Finally, he flicked his cloak, opened the door, and strode away.

Cheng Ling chased after him, watching General Lan's back disappear at the end of the bloody road illuminated by the setting sun.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Cheng Ling's mind.

In the long years to come, General Lan's broad and lonely back appeared in her dreams countless times——

The overflowing water from the pot was poured on the stove fire, making a sizzling sound.