The fragrance of medicine fills the countryside in 1990

Chapter 155 The red gloves lost at the birthday party, Su Chenjin found suspicious clues
Yao Lao's eyes gently fell on Chunri Miaoyu's gentle and picturesque figure.

She stood among the dancing shadows of flowers, her light and elegant autumn dress swaying in the wind, like a lily blooming in the morning light, fresh and refined, inspiring pity and love.

A faint smile slowly formed on Yao Lao's lips. That smile was warm and deep, and seemed to be able to melt all the ice and frost in the world.

"Spring, you are here. Look how beautiful the night is. The moonlight is like a silver thread, casting a silver glow all over the ground, interweaving with the fragrance of the flowers in the garden into a silent nocturne. It is the perfect time for the weather to give us such a beautiful view. And today is Mr. Tang Bin's birthday."

At this point, a hint of cunning flashed in Yao Lao's eyes, and he was weaving a beautiful plan in his mind.

"Why don't we take advantage of this match made in heaven and work together to weave a heartfelt blessing for Mr. Tang Bin? Let our thoughts, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminate his path forward; let our words, like the spring breeze and drizzle, nourish the flower of his dream, and let this dream grow stronger in this festive atmosphere until it blooms with the most brilliant and dazzling brilliance."

When Chunri Miaoyu heard this, her eyes moved gently, just like a clear spring in the mountains meeting the warm sun for the first time, instantly rippling with layers of delicate ripples, shining with a light of wisdom and tenderness.

Her smile is even warmer than the warmest sunshine in spring, yet still elegant. It is like the first ray of light in the morning, gently penetrating the mist and illuminating everything around her.

She nodded slightly, her voice delicate and long, like the early spring breeze blowing through the branches that have just sprouted tender buds, with a hint of subtle shyness and determination: "Tang Bin, I hope this special birthday will become the most brilliant page in your life, and this happy celebration will be like stars, filling your door lintel.

May you be able to bathe in this bright spring sunshine every year, watch the changing world with a smile, and keep your heart as beautiful as ever.

How can we miss the appropriate affection during this auspicious festival? Please allow me to make a bowl of longevity noodles for you with my own hands.

May it be like the first ray of morning light in spring, not only warming your stomach, but also lighting up your way forward, making every day in the future full of hope and light. "

After saying this, Chunri Miaoyu turned lightly and stepped into a happy ceremony specially woven for Tang Bin, leaving behind a room full of warmth and expectation.

A faint smile appeared on Tang Bin's lips, and in that smile there was an imperceptible tenderness and depth.

His feelings for Chun Ri Miao Yu were like a long-lasting stream, completely different from his official attitude towards his assistant Su Chen Jin.

Whenever Miao Yu stepped into his world in spring, it seemed as if a warm spring breeze quietly brushed through his heart, bringing the breath of revival of all things, and his world was instantly shrouded in a gentle and bright sunshine.

In her presence, time seems to become soft and slow, and every moment shines with extraordinary brilliance.

Chunri Miaoyu is like a spring messenger carefully carved by nature. Unintentionally, it has quietly become an indispensable spring in his life.

Her smile, her voice, and even her gently swaying figure, all became the most gentle scenery in his heart, dispelling all the coldness and gloom.

In spring, Miao Yu hurried to the kitchen, holding tightly in her hand a simple and elegant ceramic basin filled with flour as fine as snow.

She slowly poured a cup of warm water, the water flow was as thin as a gossamer, gently blending into the flour, just like the continuous spring rain, silently moistening every inch of the thirsty corner and awakening the sleeping flour.

The chopsticks seemed to have a soul in her hand, dancing lightly in the basin. Every rotation and every stirring was accompanied by a delicate rustling sound, which was the prelude to the perfect fusion of flour and water, until there was no trace of dry flour in the basin, only a slightly rough dough left.

Miao Yu washed her hands carefully and gently touched the slightly raw dough with her fingertips, just like a mother gently caressing her baby's cheek, full of tenderness and patience.

Her hands seemed to have magic power. After a period of vigorous kneading, the dough gradually became soft and elastic.

Then, she carefully covered the dough with a layer of transparent plastic wrap, letting it rise slowly in the quiet early autumn evening.

Twenty minutes of waiting may seem a little long for those who are craving for delicious food, but in this warm time, every second is filled with comfort and tranquility, and the whole world slows down.

When Chunri Miaoyu removed the plastic wrap again, the dough had become unusually soft.

She stretched out her hands again and kneaded the dough gently but firmly for five minutes. The dough gradually became even and smooth under her hands, like a piece of warm jade, exuding a soft luster.

Cover with plastic wrap again and the dough begins its second rise.

Taking advantage of this rare leisure time, Miaoyu lightly spread a thin layer of oil on the chopping board and used both hands to gently press the dough.

The dough seemed to be given life under her hands, spreading out obediently to form a dough sheet that was as thin as a cicada's wing and yet very chewy.

Then, she spread a layer of cooking oil evenly on the surface of the dough and covered it lightly with plastic wrap again.

At this time, the water on the stove has been quietly boiling, and the gurgling sound is intertwined with the occasional bird calls coming from outside the window, forming a melodious autumn symphony.

Miao Yu held a sharp knife in her hand, her eyes focused and determined, and with a few slashes of the knife, the dough was cut into one-centimeter-wide noodles.

Each noodle was straight and even. She pulled it gently and the noodles slid into the boiling water. In an instant, white waves surged in the pot. It was the song of noodles and water dancing together, and it was also the most beautiful scenery in autumn.

Five minutes passed in a flash, and Miaoyu scooped out the noodles with a colander. The noodles were crystal clear, soft and tender, exuding an enticing aroma.

She put them in a bowl and poured her carefully prepared marinade over them.
At that moment, a bowl of delicious noodles appeared before my eyes.

The rich aroma, the attractive color and the smooth taste are all mouth-watering, as if you are in an autumn feast enjoying the purest gift of nature.

Tang Bin held a large coarse porcelain bowl leisurely, the steam rising from the noodles lingering in front of his eyes.

He cast a gentle gaze at Chunri Miaoyu, who was sitting across from him, with unspoken warmth and expectation in his eyes. Miaoyu's face was even more beautiful and refined under the autumn moonlight. She stared at Tang Bin and said, "We have put a lot of effort into this project, and now we have finally achieved success. So, when are you going to set off and return to the United States across the ocean?"

Hearing this, Tang Bin gently put down the chopsticks in his hand and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This noodle is really delicious. Every bite brings back the flavor of home." He sighed and then changed the subject, his eyes flashing with cunning and reluctance. "As for when to go back, perhaps we need to let the autumn wind blow over the entire farm and let the joy of success stay in our hearts for a while longer. After all, life is a rare opportunity, and it is even rarer to share the joy of success with like-minded partners."

The night is deep, and the night, like a shy beauty, gently lowers her thin veil, slowly embracing the hustle and bustle of the day, and gently leading them into the abyss of tranquility.

However, under the curtain of total silence, Chunri Miaoyu's heart was inadvertently rippling delicately, and a hint of worry quietly crept up between her brows like night fog.

She lowered her head, her eyes mixed with tenderness and eagerness, sweeping across her empty hands. The pair of red gloves that were once as bright as fire were lost at Tang Bin’s first birthday party in China.

This pair of red gloves is not only her loyal assistant when she picks fruits in the orchard, but also the emotional bond between her and her late grandmother. Every stitch and thread of sewing the gloves carries her grandmother's loving gaze across time and space. Chunri Miaoyu was so anxious this time that she could not sit still.

Yao Lao seemed to be able to see through Chunri Miaoyu's inner turmoil.

He slowly walked to Chunri Miaoyu's side and gently patted her shoulder. His voice was like the first sunshine in early spring, warm and encouraging: "Child, don't let the haze of worry cover the window of your heart. Remember, we are never alone, and the flames burn brighter when we gather together. As long as we work together and search carefully, we will surely let that precious relic warm your palm again."

When Chunri Miaoyu heard this, a warm current seemed to gently flow through her heart, and her previous panic and loss were gradually replaced by a firm belief.

She took a deep breath and once again looked at the backpack that she had searched countless times, but unfortunately, the familiar touch did not come as promised, leaving only the cold walls of the backpack, which looked particularly empty in the night.

This pair of gloves is not only an object, but also a carrier of emotions and memories.

It witnessed every morning and sunset that Miaoyu spent with her grandmother in spring. Every time she puts it on, it feels like traveling back to the innocent days when she was tightly wrapped in her grandmother's endless warmth.

Yao Lao, in his steady yet warm voice, slowly said to the crowd: "Dear children, the precious red gloves of Chunri Miaoyu were accidentally lost. Before we each embark on our journey home, please lend a hand and work together to find this relic that carries emotions. No matter how late the night is, I will be here waiting for you to bring back good news."

When Chunri Miaoyu heard this, a trace of anxiety and reluctance flashed in her eyes. She said softly but firmly: "This pair of gloves is the last tenderness my grandmother left me. It is not just an item, but also the bond of our family's emotions. Please help me. If you can find it, I will thank you sincerely."

Little Tianyi, the childish yet thoughtful child, suddenly had bright eyes, as if he remembered something important: "Sister, is it the pair of gloves that shine with a faint luster, as red as the morning glow, and are cleverly strung with pearls?"

Upon hearing this, Chunri Miaoyu's eyes flashed with surprise, and she quickly confirmed, "That's right, little Tianyi, could it be that you have seen their traces before?"

Xiao Tianyi nodded seriously and recalled: "When I was drinking water in the kitchen just now, I did catch a glimpse of that bright red color, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Upon hearing this, Yao Lao's eyes flashed with praise: "Good boy, your discovery is crucial. I believe that everyone here is kind and trustworthy. Since the gloves appeared near the kitchen, they must be somewhere in this garden. Let us join hands and use love and patience to find them!"

Seeing this, Tang Bin stepped forward and politely asked, "Miao Yu, please allow me to go with you to search the kitchen and the surrounding area carefully. I believe there will be news soon."

When Chunri Miaoyu heard this, her eyes lit up slightly and she nodded gently, "Okay, we'll go together."

As Tang Bin and Chun Ri Miao Yu gradually blended into the night, the atmosphere in the venue quietly changed.

Yao Lao, the wise man, quickly gathered the strength of all the guests present. His words were filled with unquestionable warmth and strength. "Everyone, let us work together to help Haruhi find the lost item. Under this shining starlight, let our faith and hope weave into a network that covers every corner of the venue."

So, following the guidance of the stars and with faith and hope in their hearts, the group began a meticulous search inside and outside the venue.

Su Chenjin gently took Xiao Tianyi's tender fingers, and the two walked one in front and one behind, under the warm light and shadow of the kitchen, and accidentally encountered an unusual footprint at the edge of the stove.

The patterns on the shoe prints are complex and unique, obviously not something that can be replicated on an assembly line, revealing a sense of ingenuity.

Little Tianyi looked up, his eyes gleaming with the intelligence of a child: "Aunt, these shoes are not something that ordinary people can afford. How can ordinary students own them?"

Su Chenjin frowned slightly, his eyes wandering along the outline of the shoe print, and whispered: "Indeed, its size is also quite strange, it doesn't look like an adult's foot."

Little Tianyi added, with some certainty in his voice: "Well, it's a little bigger than Tianyi's feet, but it's definitely not an adult size."

Su Chenjin sighed softly: "It's much bigger than a little bit."

At this moment, Tianyi's expression suddenly became serious, as if he had mastered some secret: "Aunt, Tianyi actually knows who took the gloves away."

When Su Chenjin heard this, his heart tightened and he couldn't help but hug Xiao Tianyi tighter.

At this moment, Tang Bin's steady voice came from outside the kitchen door. He seemed to be asking about Chunri Miaoyu's whereabouts: "Chunri, think carefully again, have you been to other places after leaving the kitchen?"

Chunri Miaoyu looked worried and said softly, "I did go straight to the living room after I was busy in the kitchen, without paying attention to anything else."

As Su Chenjin and Xiao Tianyi slowly walked out of the kitchen, Xiao Tianyi saw Chunri Miaoyu's sad face, with a sly look in his eyes. He said crisply: "Don't worry, sister, the gloves were taken away by a foreign sister!"

Hearing this, Chunri Miaoyu looked surprised and looked at Xiao Tianyi: "Little brother, why didn't you tell me earlier? If it's a foreigner, then it must be Doc Ken's difficult assistant, Miss Hua."

Tang Bin heard the news and came over. He stepped into the kitchen himself and also found the strange footprints. Tang Bin quickly took a photo with his camera to record the clue and said to Chun Ri Miao Yu: "This matter is very serious. Miss Hua and you have always had a grudge. It may be difficult to deal with."