Shangguan Yu clearly remembered the past. His lowered eyelashes trembled and he said hoarsely, "The longevity noodles Mother cooked are the best in the world. I naturally have to finish them."
Song Li smiled. "It's good that you like it. I'll make it for you next year."
Shangguan Yu tightened his grip and suddenly stood up.
Song Li was stunned.
Shangguan Yu composed himself and took out a small round porcelain box from his pocket and placed it on the table. "This is the jade congealing ointment I found outside the palace. It's good for frostbite. Mother, remember to apply it every day."
As he spoke, he looked at Song Li's hand. Apart from the burn on the back of her hand, her index finger was also very red and swollen.
The first time he had an advanced fever when he was young, Song Li wanted to lower his temperature, but she was afraid that the ice would freeze him, so she covered the ice with her hand and placed her cold hand on his forehead.
