Film and Television: The Villain's Life Begins with Joy of Life

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In late summer and early autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Along the official road outside Kyoto, the forests are gradually turning red, and the maple leaves are just beginning to turn crimson. From a distance, they look like cinnabar spreading unintentionally in an ink wash landscape painting.

The afternoon sun shone down warmly, not as scorching as in the height of summer, but with a touch of lazy gentleness.

Zhou Cheng, along with his entire family, chose a beautiful spot nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

The stream babbles, its water crystal clear, with the occasional fish skimming over the pebbles at the bottom.

Unidentified wildflowers, yellow and white, dotted the grassy banks. In the distance, the green mountains were like ink paintings, and the forests were ablaze with color—it was the best scene of autumn.

On the open ground by the stream, several copper pots were placed on stone stoves, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

Sang Wen and Si Lili squatted by the pot, which was filled with various vegetables—fresh greens, snow-white tofu, and thinly sliced ​​meat, all neatly arranged in a bamboo basket.

The broth in the pot was bubbling away, and the aroma wafted out with the steam, making one's mouth water.

"Lili, is this soup base flavorful enough?" Sang Wen leaned over to sniff, a strand of her hair falling down her cheek.

Si Lili scooped up a little with a spoon, tasted it, and nodded in satisfaction: "It's almost done. Everything is ready except for the fish."

After saying that, the two of them turned their gaze to a spot not far away.

There, Ye Ling'er stood in the stream with her trousers rolled up, revealing a section of her fair calf. She held a sharpened wooden stick in her hand and stared intently at the fish swimming in the water.

"Hey! Trying to run away!"

She suddenly threw the wooden stick!

The stick plunged into the water, creating a splash that shattered into tiny silver sparks in the sunlight.

Wait until she put the wooden stick