Song Yin stopped talking and looked at Song Wanyue blankly, not understanding what Song Wanyue's good word meant.

However, Song Wanyue put the vegetables she was picking aside, took out the meat she bought from a pile of vegetables and threw it to him, "Chopped it."

Song Yin subconsciously took it with both hands, and then realized that Song Wanyue wanted to make dumplings for him. He looked at the meat in his hand and looked at Song Wanyue who had already picked up a basin to scoop noodles. Her chest was rolling violently, and a group of inexplicable emotions surged out, making him want to rush over and hug the little girl tightly, and not to separate for the rest of his life.

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up."

Song Yin suppressed his emotions and took the meat to the edge of the cutting board, picked up the knife and chopped it up.

The banging sound reached the ears of Butler Gu and Xiao Si not far away. The two looked at each other. It was so loud that they were chopping meat. Even if they wanted to stir-fry meat, they wouldn't be able to use so much meat, right?

Song Yin made quick moves, and the meat filling was chopped quickly. Song Wanyue also kneaded the noodles and put them aside to wake up. Then he marinated the meat filling, peeled a few green onions and cut them, grinded them into the meat filling, and mixed them.

Two quarters of an hour later, fifty dumplings were wrapped and the water in the pot was also opened. Song Wanyue took it over and put it in the pot, stirred it evenly with a colander and covered the pot. Song Yin fiddled with the dry firewood in the stove to make the fire burn more vigorously.

The fragrance wafted out of the kitchen. Xiao Si sniffed in a greedy way, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "It's dumplings!"

The border is bitter and cold, and the people living here are even more barren. They can’t eat a meal of dumplings all year round. Needless to mention the soldiers in the military camp, the young master is rich, but the house is full of servants, and there is not even a cook who can cook. Not to mention dumplings, they rarely eat noodles.

Butler Gu also smelled it and swallowed a lot.

He is also greedy.

Xiao Si didn't care about anything and walked quickly into the kitchen, "I'll help."

Butler Gu wanted to stop him, but for some reason, he just wanted to be conscious and followed him in.

Song Yin heard the footsteps of the two, and looked at the door while Song Wanyue was stirring the dumplings with a sharp look.

If I saw the young master's eyes like this, Xiao Si would run faster than a rabbit, but today he bit the bullet and pretended not to see it, and asked with a smile, "Young master, are you making dumplings? I'll help."

"I, I can help..."

Butler Gu was like a mosquito and flies, hiding behind Xiao Si, he didn't dare to look at his young master's eyes, but kept glancing at the other side of the pot.

Song Yin wanted to throw the two of them out, the farther they threw the better, but before he could move his footsteps, Song Wanyue's voice had already sounded, "Go and roll the dough."

"Okay."

Xiao Si should have been loud and almost reached the chopping board in one step, picked up the rolling pin, and rolled it up quickly.

Butler Gu hurriedly followed him, wanting to help, but he didn't know what to do.

Song Wanyue gave Song Yin the colander in her hand, returned to the edge of the chopping board, and moved quickly. The dumplings were out of the pot, and more than fifty more were wrapped here.

Seeing Song Yin picking out the dumplings, she wrapped the dumplings in her hand and put them on the chopping board, signaling Song Yin to hold the dumplings. Then, she took the bowl and vinegar out of the kitchen.

"Song..."

Xiao Si shouted out the word "Xiao Si", and the Butler Gu covered his mouth quickly with his eyes and hands. Didn't he see that the young master's face was already dark? If he dared to leave Miss Song, the young master would have to press them into the pot and cook them.

Song Yin did not go to the dining room and returned to the house with dumplings. After the two of them sat down, Song Wanyue put the bowl in front of him, poured vinegar again, took the chopsticks for him, "Eat it."

"You eat too."

Song Yin also took the bowl and was about to help her pour vinegar, but was stopped by Song Wanyue, "When I came, I ate meat all the way, and I was almost vomiting."

"That……"

Song Yin wanted to say something, Song Wanyue took a chopstick and picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and handed it to his mouth. Song Yin opened his mouth and ate it, and the fragrant smell spread in his mouth, giving him a feeling of never before.

Song Wanyue put down her chopsticks, held her cheek with both hands, and looked at him.

Song Yin ate one by one, with more than fifty dumplings left alone, and after eating, he was still a little unsatisfied.

Song Wanyue's heart was so sour. This young master grew up in a rich and fauna. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have avoided coming to this bitter and cold place to suffer.

"When I came, I met the third prince's people who killed him, and none of his people went back. I'm afraid he wouldn't let it go."

A chill flashed in Song Yin's eyes, but the wind was calm on his face, "I'm afraid he won't come."

He had been waiting for a long time and it was time to take action against the third prince.

...

At the same time, Youzhou.

The third prince paced back and forth in the house for several days. None of the people he sent came back came back, and he knew that all the people had been lost. This was what he had been re-trained after three years when he came to Youzhou, and most of them were suddenly broken.

"Song Wanyue."

He gritted his teeth and shouted, wishing he could swallow his life.

The staff stood aside and spoke carefully, "That girl only brought five guards. In terms of skills, she couldn't catch up with us. Her subordinates kept wondering why she had killed so many of us? After thinking about it, she only thought of one possibility."

The third prince stopped to look at him.

The staff lowered their voices, "Someone secretly protected them, and those people should be the ones left by the deposed king."

The third prince's pupils shrank suddenly, "You mean..."

The staff nodded.

The third prince sat back on the chair, covered his hands with teacup, and narrowed his eyes.

Those people should have been escorted all the way from the capital. If they were really Chu Yunxiao's people, then Chu Yunxiao must be still not far from the capital, otherwise it would be impossible for him to get the news so soon.

No, it is impossible. In recent years, my father has secretly searched all the places within 200 miles of the capital, but no one found it.

But how did Chu Yunxiao know? Could it be...

Thinking of something, he stood up, "Chu Yunxiao may be at the border!"

The staff member was shocked, "Master means..."

The third prince hurriedly walked around the house for a few times. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was very likely. He patted his forehead hard. In recent years, he had inquired about all the places he should have inquired, but he did not go to inquire about the border city because he felt that Chu Yunxiao grew up in a generous environment since he was a child and could not bear the hardships of the border, but how could he forget that since Chu Yunxiao could pretend to be a fool for so many years, how could he not bear the hardships?

"It must be there, someone to prepare the horse, I'm going..."

"Master, don't be impatient..."

The staff persuaded, "This is just our guess. If you go through this, you may still not find anyone. We need to make a long-term plan."

"What's the point?"

Thinking that Chu Yunxiao was at the border, the third prince wished he could go there now, so he could not wait for a long-term plan.

"It's better to ask Mr. Big, he must be of great insight."
Chapter completed!