Bai Weiwei was obviously relieved when she heard his words.
But Xie Yunting, who was behind her, had an unusually deep and gloomy look.
Chaifu went to sell firewood after he had finished collecting the firewood. The barren hills and ridges here would come and go for several hours.
And that signal firework may be too far away.
Those rescuers didn't know if they couldn't make it in time or if they didn't see it, so in this dilapidated thatched hut, only Xie Yunting and Bai Weiwei looked at each other.
Bai Weiwei said suddenly, "I'm hungry."
Xie Yunting looked around, "Only dry food."
It is said to be dry food, but it is actually just a few big cakes that are hard enough to be rocks.
Bai Weiwei looked at those things, picked up the cake with a look of death, and bit it hard.
Tooth almost broke.
She covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing her like this, Xie Yunting pursed his lips, trying not to make his mockery too obvious.
He coughed lightly, "Hold me and go to the kitchen to see what's there."
It was said to be the kitchen, but it was actually a simple place surrounded by a few broken walls outside the thatched hut.
There is really little inside.
A handful of wild vegetables, a few pieces of bacon, some pheasants from hunting, and some rice noodles.
This could be Chaif's meal for days.
Xie Yunting clutched his waist and his feet were weak. He sat on the broken chair in the kitchen and began to slowly choose vegetables and wash rice.
Can you cook even if you're injured
Bai Weiwei squatted beside him obediently, looking at him with admiration.
It is worthy of being the target of the raid, it is simply too strong, unscientific, and does not let people live.
Because of the injury, any of his movements are slowed down.
He hasn't cooked by himself for many years, but cooking by himself was not fun for him as a child.
but to survive.
So even if he hasn't cooked for many years, Xie Yunting has never lost the skill of cooking.
He cooked the rice and the soup, and when he turned around, he saw the little emperor sitting obediently by the door.
She was still wearing that woman's dress, and her long hair could not be pulled in place, and a few strands of hair fell down around her snow-white face.
There was no defense in her eyes, no attack.
Instead, he looked at him clearly and intently.
He forced the palace to succeed, and she never looked at him like that.
In the end, she was looking forward to cooking a meal.
Xie Yunting couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart, because of the dark and dark thoughts.
I don't know why, but a few traces of gentleness came up.
They were like... an ordinary couple.
This thought shocked him severely, and he bowed his head in embarrassment.
But I heard the little emperor's voice softly sounded, "Xie Yunting, is the meal ready?"
Xie Yunting blurted out for some reason, "It's called Xianggong."
The system was shocked. This thick-skinned, could the host still sell himself for a meal
What a dream.
Just thinking about it, I heard my glamorous and noble host calmly say: "Xianggong."
system:"… "
Bai Weiwei felt that Xie Yunting's cooking skills were really good.
So ordinary things, he does it with his own halo.
She couldn't help but admire, "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, where did you learn it."
Xie Yunting lay back on the bed with an expressionless face. He was holding a bowl. Because of the pain in the wound, he didn't eat much.
Hearing the little emperor's question, he was silent for a while. Then he said, "Teach yourself."
Bai Weiwei praised, "You are really talented, you can learn everything well."
Xie Yunting's heart was provoked again.
How can someone be so natural, yet unconsciously tease others casually.