The fragrance of medicine fills the countryside in 1990

Chapter 156: Tianyi's midnight snack, crucian carp soup, Miss Hua is missing

In spring, a resolute look blooms on Miao Yu's lips, just like a newly blooming peach blossom, which looks even more beautiful under the caress of the spring breeze.

Her words were as clear and firm as a mountain spring. "We are going to find Miss Hua now! No matter how tortuous the road ahead is, we must find her!"

After saying that, she stepped out of the kitchen lightly, and Tang Bin followed closely behind her. There was an urgency and unspoken understanding in their steps.

Inside the kitchen, there is another warm scene.

The soft candlelight swayed gently, like the eyes of a guardian in ancient legends, gently watching over this small world.

Su Chenjin's figure appeared particularly gentle in this halo. She lowered her head, gazed at Xiao Tianyi with her loving eyes, gently took his tender little hand, and conveyed endless courage and comfort.

The figures of the two people slowly stretched out on the window frame. Xiao Tianyi raised his head, and his clear eyes flashed with confusion and a hint of imperceptible expectation.

There was a hint of trepidation in his childish voice: "Aunt, although I hope that Sister Haruhi can successfully find the lost precious gloves, I don't know why, but I always feel that there seems to be unknown waves hidden under this calm, which makes me feel uneasy."

Su Chenjin smiled slightly when he heard this, his eyes full of tenderness and encouragement: "Child, everything in the world has its own laws. Whether it is windy, rainy or sunny, they are all indispensable scenery on the road to growth. We just need to hold on to hope and move forward bravely, and we will surely pass through the fog and usher in the light."

After saying that, Xiao Tianyi's little hand tightly held Su Chenjin's big hand, and the two walked out of the kitchen together.

The night sky is like a gentle painter, gently spreading deep blue and purple colors. The stars are like tiny diamonds, twinkling in the distant sky, embellishing the quiet and boundless night sky.

On the edge of the farm, a few dim lights swayed, echoing the sleepless neon lights of the city in the distance. It was like a gentle dialogue between ancient legends and modern prosperity, covering this quiet night with a mysterious and charming veil.

At this delicate moment of warmth and mystery, a clear and pleasant telephone ring suddenly rang, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning light, penetrating the foggy forest woven by thoughts in Su Chenjin's heart, and suddenly pulling her back to the shore of reality from her flying thoughts.

She was slightly startled, then picked up the phone. Gu Xinliang's familiar and warm voice came from the other end. His gentle voice was mixed with unquestionable firmness and a hint of imperceptible urgency.

"Hello, Xiaojin, it's me, Director Gu." His voice seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space and reached Su Chenjin's heart directly. "Today should have been a day worth celebrating in Mr. Tang Bin's life. I wished him a happy birthday, but unexpectedly, Haruhi's gloves were lost and you haven't returned to school yet."

Su Chenjin's heartstrings tightened when she heard this: "Yes, Director Gu, that pair of gloves is an irreplaceable treasure for Chunri." However, Gu Xinliang's voice was like a spring breeze, gently blowing through her heart: "Soon, we will find it."

"Besides," he changed the subject, his tone becoming more relaxed and comforting, "Speaking of which, I just finished a tense and complicated operation today, and your figure appeared in my mind involuntarily. I felt really sorry and heartbroken when I thought about you missing the rare surgical practice class in the hospital because you attended Mr. Tang Bin's birthday party. So, I decided that after this matter is settled, I must personally arrange a special surgical observation for you to make up for the class you missed."

Su Chenjin's mouth corners unconsciously raised when he heard this.

Gu Xinliang's care and concern always give her the most solid support when she needs it most.

She chuckled and said, "Thank you, Director Gu. You always make me feel so lucky."

"However," Gu Xinliang's tone suddenly became serious, "Xiao Jin, where are you now? It's almost nine o'clock, and Su Jin is very worried about you. Remember to go home early, safety first."

Su Chenjin stood beside the bus station, with her backpack gently draped over her shoulders, preparing to embark on her journey home. Her voice was as clear as dewdrops sliding down the tip of a leaf in the morning: "I'm just about to take the bus back to school."

These words, simple and direct, failed to conceal her longing for home. Just as the echo of the words slowly dissipated in the air, a sudden movement broke the silence around her.

Not far away, a silver car slowly stopped and the door opened slightly. Su Jin's figure was as dazzling as the first ray of sunshine at dawn. He walked out quickly, and every step was filled with emotions of anxiety and expectation.

"Hey, Director Gu, I saw Brother Su Jin. He came to see us."

Su Chenjin's words unconsciously revealed a hint of surprise, as if even she herself had not expected this sudden reunion.

She quickly hung up the phone and turned around with a gentle smile on her face.

At this time, Tianyi, who was standing by, could no longer hold back his excitement. He gently kicked his little feet on the ground, and like a little deer that had just jumped out of the forest, he ran happily and plunged into Su Jin's broad arms.

The embrace between the father and son was tight and warm; their laughter was clear and pleasant, like a mountain spring, instantly filling this originally quiet space and making everything around them seem so vivid and harmonious.

"Xiao Jin, Tianyi!" Su Jin gently stroked Tianyi's head, his eyes full of love, as if the whole world was in the eyes of this father and son.

Then, his gaze slowly turned to Su Chenjin, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including relief, longing, and a bit of imperceptible worry.

"Director Gu just called me and said that you haven't left the farm yet. I have to be worried at this late hour."

"Yes, brother, the good times here are about to end. Xiao Tianyi and I will go home with you in a car soon." Her voice was soft but firm. No matter how noisy the outside world was, home would always be her warmest destination.

Su Jin paused and asked anxiously, "Has Miss Haruhi's gloves not been found yet?"

Ten minutes passed quietly, and Chunri Miaoyu finally found her lost gloves. Her face was filled with joy of getting them back.

Afterwards, she and Tang Bin walked into the car side by side. Before leaving, Tang Bin did not forget to turn around and, in his unique gentle tone, carefully reminded Su Chenjin not to forget the precious specimens that he had collected diligently during the day.

Finally, the car door closed gently, and the two people carrying it slowly drove away, leaving behind a cloud of dust and unfinished words.

Seeing this, Su Jin took Tianyi's hand with a loving look in his eyes. The little guy was probably a little tired from a day of exploration, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his steps seemed a little unsteady.

His heart was full of pity, and he gently patted Xiao Tianyi on the back, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

Then, he turned to Su Chenjin and suggested, "Xiaojin, why don't we stay for a few more minutes and prepare a bowl of delicious crucian carp soup for Xiao Tianyi to dispel his day's hard work and fatigue. He looks really exhausted!"

Su Chenjin stood under the dim light. The crucian carp in her hand had silver scales gleaming under the weak light, like pearls lost in the deep sea, shining with an alluring luster with every flip.

She raised her head and smiled at Su Jin, "Okay, give me some time, I'll do it!"

As Su Chenjin's deft fingers gently brushed over, the silver scales faded away one by one. Su Chenjin's movements were gentle and focused. Every time he cut open the fish belly and removed the internal organs and gills, it was like a sacred ritual, full of tenderness and respect for life. On the other side of the chopping board, Su Chenjin was cutting the tender tofu into evenly thick slices with an artist's technique. Each slice was like a carefully carved white jade, gently falling into the light salt water, retaining the original delicacy and purity.

Ginger is cut into transparent slices as thin as cicada wings, and its unique spiciness and fragrance fill the air, which is the prelude to awakening the taste buds; the green onions are finely chopped, green and tender, like a messenger of spring, foreshadowing the taste feast that is about to bloom.

As the temperature of the oil in the pot slowly rises and the heat is precisely controlled, the ginger and scallions are given life, lightly jumping in, and instantly turning into a wisp of rising aroma, lingering in every corner of the kitchen, captivating the heart.

Then, the crucian carp slid into the pan in an elegant posture and was fried on both sides until golden brown. The skin was slightly charred while the meat inside still retained its mouth-watering tenderness. All this was due to Su Chenjin's precise control of the heat. It was as if he was performing a silent dance, and every movement was just right.

Add water, boil, and the soup color gradually becomes as gentle and pure as the dawn. Every drop contains respect for the ingredients and the precipitation of time.

Turn to low heat and simmer. Within thirty minutes, the kitchen is filled with increasingly rich aromas. It is an affectionate dialogue between ingredients and time, an interweaving of love and warmth.

Finally, the tofu stepped into the carefully cooked soup with a light posture. In just five minutes, it blended perfectly with the crucian carp and penetrated each other, creating a pot of crucian carp and tofu soup with good color, aroma and taste.

The soup is as white as jade and has a fragrant aroma that makes people drunk before they even drink it.

Su Chenjin carefully brought out this soup full of love. Xiao Tianyi only took a sip and was intoxicated by the incomparable deliciousness. A satisfied smile hung on the corners of his mouth. After drinking the fish soup, Xiao Tianyi fell into a sweet dream.

Seeing this, Su Chenjin gently picked up little Tianyi, walked into the night, and snuggled in Su Jin's car.

As the car started slowly, the three of them drove home together. The night outside the car window was as dark as ink, but the interior of the car was full of warmth.

It was not until the early hours of the morning that the car slowly stopped in front of the cozy apartment. The busy and warm day came to a perfect end at this moment.

Early the next morning, the morning light penetrated the mist and gently brushed Su Chenjin's eyes, like the most gentle ritual of nature.

She slowly opened her eyes, which were twinkling with the gentle light left by last night's stars, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, as the sweet whispers in her dream still lingered in her heart.

She gently, as if disturbing the tranquility, got up from the soft bed, put on her dressing gown, and walked into the kitchen full of life.

In the kitchen, a soft beam of light fell on Su Jin's back, giving him a layer of golden light.
He stood there, like a warm and touching painting, meticulously selecting the ingredients on the chopping board. Every scallion and every piece of ginger was carefully examined by him. His focused expression revealed his deep love and sense of responsibility for his family.

"Yesterday, when little Tianyi drank the crucian carp soup, the light in his eyes was brighter than the stars outside the window."

Every word in Su Jin's voice contained endless pampering and love for her son.

Su Chenjin stood by the door, listening quietly, as if the winter sunshine was shining directly into his heart.

She smiled and walked towards Su Jin with light steps, her voice was playful and gentle: "In that case, leave the important task of cooking this crucian carp soup to me. I will use my patience and care to make this delicious taste, like morning dew, permeate every drop of soup, so that little Tianyi can taste the taste of home, and that innocent smile will surely bloom again."

Upon hearing this, Su Jin turned around, his eyes flashing with approval and trust.

"That's great. I'll prepare a few light dishes for you so that our breakfast will not only warm our stomachs but also our hearts. Mom has gone to the market to buy vegetables. When she comes back, she will be delighted to see this breakfast full of love."

The brother and sister smiled at each other.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Su Chenjin was carefully cooking a pot of crucian carp soup with an almost ritualistic concentration.

The flames in the stove flickered, illuminating her gentle face, while the soup in the pot bubbled, emitting bursts of extremely delicious aroma. They were intertwined with the gently swaying willow branches outside the window and the occasional breeze, together painting a tranquil and warm pastoral picture.

However, this tranquility did not last long. A sudden phone call, like an uninvited guest, suddenly broke the harmony.

The ringtone was sharp and urgent. The words "Yao Lao" on the screen flickered in the morning light, carrying a somewhat ominous omen that made Su Chenjin's heart inexplicably tighten.

She gently put down the spoon in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and pressed the answer button. Then Yao Lao's slightly hurried but unusually steady voice rang in her ears. The voice seemed to have traveled thousands of miles and directly hit her heart: "Xiao Jin, do you know what kind of whirlpool our peaceful farm has been caught in since Chunri took back the heirloom gloves yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Su Chenjin stopped moving his hands, and a hint of surprise and deep concern flashed in his originally clear eyes.

She couldn't help but hold the phone tightly. Although her voice was soft, it could not hide her nervousness and anxiety: "Master Yao, could it be... something really happened? I vaguely remember that Miss Hua had worked hard to find the gloves and returned them to Miss Chunri on the spot. Now, what kind of accident has happened?"

On the other end of the phone, Yao Lao’s voice was deep and powerful, as if it had traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, with a heavy feeling that could not be ignored: “Xiao Jin, the troubles in this world are often more complicated than anyone expected.

Miss Hua, the woman whose gentle smile warmed every heart, disappeared silently under the cover of the moonlight, as elusive as the morning mist.

This is not only a concern of Kasuga, but also a serious challenge to the peaceful life on our farm."

When Su Chenjin heard this, his heartstrings suddenly tightened, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it difficult for him to breathe.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and let her voice penetrate the microphone with unquestionable determination: "Master Yao, please tell me if there is any clue? Is Miss Hua's disappearance inextricably linked to the pair of gloves that seem ordinary but contain a mystery?"

Yao Lao was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, or sighing. Finally, his voice was filled with helplessness and determination: "Xiao Jin, the truth is like a beacon in the fog, and we have yet to clear the fog one by one.

The complexity of this matter is far beyond what you and I can imagine.

Right now, we must keep our composure and proceed cautiously so as not to disturb the situation in the dark.

You stay at home in school and protect yourself and your family. I will do my best to uncover the mystery and restore peace to the farm."

After hanging up the phone, Su Chenjin's gaze penetrated the window lattice and fell on the increasingly lush scenery outside the window, but his heart was surging and difficult to calm down.

With Miss Hua's sudden departure, an unknown storm is quietly brewing. No matter who it is, they have been drawn into this vortex and cannot extricate themselves.