341: Daily life with Baguio

The two came to a large rock by the stream, the water gurgling at their feet.

Su Han handed the last piece of hawthorn cake to Bi Yao's mouth, but she suddenly poked his lip with her fingertip: "Su Han, you have powdered sugar on you."

Saying that, she stood on her tiptoes and used her sleeve to wipe his face.

Su Han took the opportunity to hold her wrist and lowered his head to kiss her gently on the tip of her nose: "Little glutton, you still have hawthorn crumbs on your own mouth."

Bi Yao giggled and dodged, suddenly catching sight of a school of small silver fish swimming in the water.

Her eyes lit up, and she jumped barefoot into the stream, splashing water with her skirt: "Su Han, look! These fish are even prettier than the ones we roasted yesterday!"

Fearing she might slip, Su Han also went into the water, only to see her staring intently at a crack in the rock, her finger slowly reaching into the water.

"Don't move, it will bite—"

Before Su Han could finish speaking, he saw Bi Yao quickly pull her hand back, and indeed, a palm-sized crucian carp was hanging from her fingertip.

She held up the fish and shook it proudly, but unexpectedly, the fish tail flicked, splashing water droplets all over Su Han's face.

The two burst into laughter, and Su Han took the opportunity to pick her up and spin her around, making her beg for mercy repeatedly.

When they were tired from playing, they lay on the grass by the bank.

Bi Yao looked at the changing clouds in the sky, then suddenly sat up as if remembering something: "Su Han, the sugar painting we saw at the market last time, do you think we can make it with hawthorn cake?"

Su Han was amused by her sudden idea but also thought seriously: "Maybe we can try, but we'd have to melt the hawthorn cake into syrup first."

Before he finished speaking, Bi Yao had already bounced up and ran towards the camp. Su Han followed with a helpless smile, watching her dig out all the containers that could hold syrup, even wiping the bamboo tube for drinking water clean.

As Su Han poured the melted hawthorn syrup into the mold, Bi Yao squatted beside him, resting her chin on her hands, like a kitten guarding dried fish.

"Su Han, Su Han, guess what shape I want to make?"

Bi Yao suddenly leaned closer mysteriously, her hair brushing against his chin.

Su Han deliberately guessed wrong: "A rabbit? A little bird?"

She shook her head proudly, and after the syrup solidified, what she held up was a crooked tanghulu.

"This is how we picked hawthorns today!"

Her eyes curved into crescents, and she stuffed the sugar painting into Su Han's mouth.

Soon, it was completely dark, and a bonfire was lit at the camp.

Su Han skewered the fish he caught during the day with branches and slowly roasted them over the fire.

Bi Yao squatted beside him, adding dry firewood to the fire, and suddenly noticed her shadow cast on the rock wall by the firelight, waving its arms and legs wildly.

She suddenly had an idea and made funny faces at her shadow. Su Han was so amused that his hand shook, almost dropping the fish into the fire.

"Bi Yao, look."

Su Han suddenly pointed to the treetops in the distance.

In the moonlight, a fluffy little squirrel was holding a pine cone, its black bean-like eyes looking at them curiously.

Bi Yao immediately held her breath, gently took out the dried hawthorn from her pocket, and slowly extended it towards the little squirrel.

The little fellow hesitated for a moment, then actually jumped onto her palm and gnawed on the dried hawthorn with a crunching sound.

"Su Han, Su Han, it doesn't seem to be afraid of me!"

Bi Yao whispered, her eyes sparkling with surprise.

Su Han looked at her interacting with the squirrel and suddenly felt that it wouldn't matter if such moments lasted forever.

It wasn't until the little squirrel had eaten its fill and jumped back onto the tree that Bi Yao reluctantly withdrew her hand. Turning her head, she found Su Han looking at her intently.

"What's wrong?"

She touched her cheek, thinking she had gotten dirt on it.

Su Han shook his head and handed her the roasted fish: "Nothing, I just feel..."

He suddenly leaned close to her ear, "Days like these are more precious than any hero's title in the martial world."

Bi Yao was stunned for a moment, then her face broke into a radiant smile.

She took a bite of the fish, then suddenly remembered something and took out a dried hawthorn from her pocket: "Su Han, let's bury this next to the camp. Maybe it will sprout next year."