Versatile mage: I am lucky

Chapter 7 Confirming the relationship, the totem vessel descended from heaven

The sun is shining brightly, and the wind carries the delicious aroma of snacks lingering in the streets, arousing people's desire to enter the store.

In the bustling commercial street, Mo Yu followed Ding Yumian quietly. They always got along like this. They rarely communicated, but every move made the other party know what he wanted.

Passing by a flower shop, the lilacs blooming at the door and pure purple and pale white flowers clustered into soft clouds stopped the young man in his tracks.

The footsteps behind her suddenly disappeared. Ding Yumian turned around subconsciously but did not see Mo Yu's figure. When she looked around, a bouquet of flowers was stretched out in front of her.

"It's for you."

Mo Yu remembered that Ding Yumian said that she liked flowers that bloomed wantonly, and he didn't know if she would like this bunch. He had not studied these things, but fortunately the clerk knew very well.

"Thank you!" Ding Yumian's eyes were full of surprise, tulips, lilies and baby's breath...

"Why did you suddenly become enlightened?"

"I shouldn't be someone who doesn't understand amorous feelings, right? What on earth have I done to make you have such an illusion?" Mo Yu was stunned for a moment after hearing the girl's words, and then came to his senses.

"Then what's our relationship now?" Ding Yumian put her nose close to the bouquet and sniffed it, her tone seemed a little careless.

"Dear classmate Ding Yumian, are you willing to be my girlfriend?" The boy stretched out his hand to the girl. She had already taken the first ninety steps, and he should take the next few steps forward.

"I do." Ding Yumian held Mo Yu's hand with a smile as bright as a flower.

"clatter!"

At this time, a sudden object hit Mo Yu's forehead, and it fell to the ground and bounced around a few times.

Mo Yu looked up at the sky. There was nothing in the empty sky except clouds. So where did this thing come from?
Has the god of luck left me? Speaking of which, I really haven't encountered any good things recently. I can't even pick up any money, and now my head is smashed again!

"Ayu, are you okay? You're bleeding..." Ding Yumian didn't expect that he would be hit the moment he agreed to Mo Yu's confession. He hurriedly took out a tissue to help him wipe it. Could it be that he was actually a disaster star?
"Don't worry, it's just a skin injury..." Mo Yu picked up the thing that hit his head. "A ring?"

The ring seemed to be made of jade, crystal clear and moist, with complex patterns carved on it. As the remaining blood stains on it soaked in, there was a little blood red in the middle, and then Mo Yu felt that his spirit was connected to it...

"Wuhu!" Mo Yu happily picked up the girl and spun her around several times.

Although Ding Yumian was confused and didn't know what happened to make Mo Yu so happy, she didn't resist him and only asked after he let go of her.

"This ring is a totem vessel!"

Although I don’t know which unknown totem it belongs to, this ring is indeed a totem vessel. No wonder I have been so lucky recently, it turns out I am saving up a big one!
"Yumian, you are really my lucky star!"

Ding Yumian blushed a little as she was hugged. She knew what a totem vessel was as she had studied with a dean before, and she was secretly happy and thankful in her heart.

He was happy because Mo Yu got the totem vessel, and he was happy because he was not a disaster star!
Some people can use their childhood to heal their whole lives, while some people need their whole life to heal their childhood...

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Mo Yu likes such quiet evenings, when the sky is dominated by orange-red sunset and the wind from afar soaks the human fireworks. The summer heat has dissipated at this time, and the chirping insects are humming in the fine grass in the yard.

The kitchen door is made of metal, and it makes a "squeak" sound when pushed open. This sound has been with him for a long time, and it still sounds a little nostalgic to him now. "Here, the dean said these are the pears you planted."

Ding Yumian walked in with a basket of jade pears. The rice porridge was sizzling on the open fire stove, and the aroma of barley overflowed from the side of the pot, rising and diffusing in the white mist, and the whole room was filled with warm mist.

Mo Yu was squatting by the stove and concentrating on fiddling with the flames. When he saw her coming in, he patted the dust on his body and stood up: "Have you eaten it? How does it taste?"

While he was talking, he had already taken one out of the bamboo basket. The light green pear had just been picked from the tree. The residual water droplets from cleaning condensed on the surface, making the peel even more delicate.

"Not bad, very sweet and delicious."

Hearing the girl's comment, Mo Yu smiled and took a bite of the pear. The sweet juice spread in his mouth. As expected of him, the pears he grew were also more delicious than ordinary pears.

After all, it was a tree he planted with great difficulty. He had to wait five years for it to bloom, so it was normal that it tasted delicious.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" The sweet fragrance of rice porridge lingered on the tip of Ding Yumian's nose, and the fragrance of pears was also a bit greedy.

"Help me peel the pear. I'll cut it into pieces later."

Mo Yu knelt down and continued to fiddle with the stove fire. After he estimated that he had added enough firewood, he began to cut the pears Ding Yumian had peeled into pieces.

"Ayu, are you making pear porridge?"

"Well, this is one of my favorite things. The pears are also ripe. Let everyone have a taste of my craftsmanship!"

As he spoke, Mo Yu's hands were still moving in an orderly manner. The peeled pears were cut into small pieces. The lights on the ceiling were dimly lit, reflecting the white and shiny pear. He reached out again and took out the small jar in the cupboard, and took out the rock candy he bought while shopping not long ago.

The moment the cover is lifted, the warm mist and the sweetness of rice surround the person. The clothes are stained with the warm and sweet fragrance and feel soft to the touch. Pear cubes and rock sugar slipped into the thick aroma of barley porridge, the sound of gurgling fell silent, and the sound of children playing and playing came from outside the window.

"After it boils for a while, you can drink it."

So they said nothing more, and just stayed by the fire. The wood crackled softly in the fire; Ding Yumian took a long spoon and handed it to Mo Yu, then turned around and prepared many more bowls and spoons to put aside.

Stirring the rice porridge with a long spoon, a ripple-like warmth spreads in the air.

"Okay." The first bowl of Moyu Sheng was given to the girl.

The earthenware bowl is thick, and when you hold it in your hand, it feels warm to the heart. Ding Yumian took a spoonful, cooled it and took a careful sip. It tasted quite good.

The mouth is sweet and soft at first, and the clear sweetness of jade pear melts in one sip. At the end, there is a faint fruity aroma floating around. The barley is mellow and solid, laying the foundation for the next bowl of porridge like a rich and colorful color. The warm rice soup wraps the glutinous rice grains, and the aftertaste The sweet and long-lasting warmth makes people want to take another sip.

"Is it delicious? I don't dare to say that I make other things, but this pear porridge is definitely not something that many people can match me."

This was the first time the girl saw such a caring smile on the young man's face. She suddenly realized that her understanding of him was not as clear as she thought...

This night in the orphanage was spent in the aroma of Sydney porridge.

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(End of this chapter)