When Qing Ruo woke up in the morning, Lin Zhao was looking at her sideways with his arms propped up, his eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of his eyes and brows were gentle.
Qing Ruo hooked her lips, watched him lower her head and kissed her forehead, and said before him, "Nuan Yang, it's time to get up."
Lin Zhao's handsome cheeks twisted a bit, Qing Ruo used this kind of coaxing and petting tone to wake up the little kid every morning.
Lin Zhao closed his eyes lightly, snorted softly, then lay down with his back to her and pulled the quilt over her, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."
Qingruo ignored him, got up and put on her clothes, stood beside the bed with her arms around her arms, and said in a lazy and dangerous tone, "Is it really amazing?"
Lin Zhao turned around, with the quilt wrapped around his neck, revealing his head with long silver hair, looking at her with a slightly annoyed tone, "Qing Ruo, don't do this in the future."
Qing Ruo bent down, wrapped her arms and stopped at a head's distance from him, raised her eyebrows, and asked with a sincere face, "What is not allowed?"
Lin Zhao glared at her, his eyes burning.
Qing Ruo looked back innocently.
Well... shameless.
Looking at her, Lin Zhao felt quite complicated for a while, he couldn't laugh or cry, he wanted to swallow this mischievous and annoying guy alive at the same time.
She was still staring at him with pure and transparent eyes, waiting for his answer.
Lin Zhao took a deep breath, "Don't mention my black history. Otherwise..."
"Why don't you bite me?" Qing Ruo smiled, condescendingly lowered her body down, her voice got closer and closer, and the hot air from speaking rushed out and sprayed him all over his face.
Opening her mouth to bite a piece of meat on his face, Qing Ruo deliberately ground her teeth, straightened up and clicked her tongue twice, and casually sighed as she walked out, "The taste is good."
Lin Zhao angrily watched her leave the room all the way, and when she was completely out of sight, he scratched his still wet face with his fingers, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, you idiot.
There is a feeling in my body that I have never had before, as if I have endless cultivation, and it seems that I am just an ordinary person with nothing at all.
After freshening up, Qing Ruo habitually enters the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Lin Zhao appeared at the door.
He likes white clothes, Qingruo feels contradictory when seeing him in white clothes for the first time, which is clean but eerie, but now only the cleanliness that dissolves in the light remains.
While stepping into the kitchen and walking towards this side, he rolled up his sleeves, his right hand held his left hand, and his left hand was a little clumsy. He walked to Qing Ruo and frowned unhappily, and stretched out his arms in front of her, "Qing Ruo, give me a curl." sleeve."
"Um."
Qing Ruo rolled up his sleeves, the corners of his eyes were raised, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. Compared with the right side she rolled, the left side that I rolled up just now is really ugly. Lin Zhao raised his arm, and if he rolled it up, he naturally put down the other side and rolled it up again.
Lin Zhao bowed his head and leaned over to kiss the tip of her nose, "Thank you~"
Her arms were wrapped around her waist, "I've finished the quilt ~ I'll make breakfast this morning."
Qing Ruo chuckled, and put the vegetables in her hands into the water basin, "Do you need help?"
"No need, you can direct, I will come."
Lin Zhao took the basin from her hand, held the basin in one hand and led her to the well in the yard with the other, fetched water to wash her hands first, "I'm washing the vegetables, you go and wipe your hands. I'll wash and call you."
Of course he could use spells, but he didn't want to.
Qing Ruo entered the room with a hum, and specifically told him, "Be careful, there will be small flying insects on the vegetable leaves during this time."
"good."
It was the first time Lin Zhao washed vegetables. In the memory of a kid, Ruo was just playing by the side when he was washing vegetables. He had seen it before, but he hadn't looked at it carefully.
I could only treat the particularly fragile vegetable leaves with care, squatting on the ground and washing them three times back and forth, pouring water on my trouser legs, and most of my shoes were wet.
When Lin Zhao stood up, he let out a long sigh of relief, "Qing Ruo, it's fine."
"Okay, I'm here..." Qing Ruo responded from a distance in the room, then called into the kitchen, and started staring at the things in the kitchen in a daze.
Now there is no such thing as breakfast in the folks. They usually make breakfast after getting up in the morning, and those who work in the field start off after breakfast, or those who want to set up a stall to make a living also start to set up a stall.
Qing Ruo went into the kitchen and took two eggs and handed them to him, Lin Zhao caught them in a daze, looked at Qing Ruo with blank eyes, saw that she was about to bend down to get the bowl again, put one arm around her waist from behind, "No, I'll come, you just say it."
It took a long time to explain about beating eggs, and it took a long time to demonstrate in the air when cutting meat and vegetables.
Fortunately, the fire was not extinguished last night, so we just need to add more firewood.
Cooking a meal for two people is exhausting, Qing Ruo can only be thankful that now the two of them are no longer within the scope of ordinary people needing to eat every meal.
Otherwise, after finishing a meal, I would almost faint from hunger.
Linzhao's stir-fry was very lively, and he yelled loudly every three seconds, carrying the pot full of the kitchen and running.
…
Fried leeks with eggs, the eggs are black and the leeks are yellow.
Shredded pork with green peppers, ahem, lumps of green pepper meat, those that should be cooked are not cooked anyway, and those that should not be cooked are not cooked anyway.
The bitter vegetable soup should be the best dish, but the salt is a little too much, which is completely trivial.
Lin Zhao put the dishes on the table, pursed his lips, took out the rice bowl, and then stood beside the pot, blindfolded, "Qing Ruo, it seems that the rice was not cooked."
"..." Qing Ruo really forgot, the key is that the kitchen has been too busy all the time, and there is a little bit of blackened hair in the corner of Linzhao, clothes dyed in various colors in a mess, and oily and dirty hands.
Forgive her for really neglecting cooking.
"I left some cold rice last night, why don't we warm it up?" Qing Ruo suggested with her head tilted. Lin Zhao's face was really ugly, and Qing Ruo couldn't bear it.
Lin Zhao nodded reluctantly, pursed his lips, and finally took out the cold rice from last night and fried it.
They don't need to eat now, even if they eat something highly poisonous, it doesn't matter.
But the taste...
The two finished the three dishes, Lin Zhao ate more and Qing Ruo ate less.
He packed up the dishes and carried them to the well in the yard to wash the dishes. The movements are clumsy and slow, but patient and serious enough.
Lin Zhao was squatting on the ground, he didn't know how to roll up his clothes, the back of his clothes had already been stained with dust on the ground.
Qingruo took two small benches out from the room, gave him one to sit next to him, and watched him wash the dishes with his hands on his chin.
Linzhao's face has been dark since he started cooking, now he looks up at the sky, and smiles reluctantly, "The sun is shining, let's go inside."
Qing Ruo shook her head, didn't speak, just looked at him with black and bright eyes.
Lin Zhao bowed his head and continued to wash the dishes, and after a while, he said softly, "Qing Ruo, if I'm always so stupid, will you keep teaching me how to cook like this?"
Qing Ruo gave a strange snort.
Lin Zhao raised his head to look at her, his dark eyes were like water and ink, containing the tenderness of the lingering stream in Eryue Mountain, gentle, delicate and long.
"Why don't you want to?"
Lin Zhao's heart stopped beating.
The movement of his hands did not stop, he was not familiar with it, and his mind was distracted, the bowl in his hand slipped, he reacted immediately, a spell cage passed by, and the bowl knocked on the ground was not damaged in the slightest.
She took the little kid to pick out the things in the house. Everything, everything.
Lin Zhao shook the foam off his hands and laughed, "My hands are not clean, but I really want to kiss you now."
Qingruo got up, squatted down close to him, found his lips and closed her eyes with a smile on her face. He murmured vaguely as he hugged his neck with his lips in his mouth, "I can come here."
He carried the washed bowls back to the kitchen to put away, Qing followed like a little tail, hugged his waist from behind, rubbed his cheeks against his back, and said softly like a kitten's paws on his heart, "I'm good." Miss you."
His body was stiff and relaxed, and he turned his back to her and said softly, "Qingruo, I really want to cook for you every day from now on. From unpalatable to okay, from okay to delicious, from delicious to delicious Get tired, and get used to it."
"I know, you don't need to eat, and neither do I. But I still think, no matter where we are or what we do, we'll go home and have dinner when it's time for dinner."
Lin Zhao turned around and hugged her, his arms gradually tightened, the person in his arms was close to him, through the clothes, he could feel her heartbeat, thump, thump. No difference from his. They live together, live and die together, thank the world.
He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, his lips resting on her soft and obedient hair, "Are you okay?"
"good."
This is probably the most beautiful voice that Lin Zhao has heard since he could remember.
Lin Zhao wanted to go back to the Immortal Cultivation Realm to take revenge, he could use the Qiankun Bag now, and tidying up the things in this room was just a wave of his hand.
But still tidying up one by one meticulously, opening the closet, the little boy's clothes were neatly folded and placed in clear categories. Linzhao hesitated for a while, but still put it in the Qiankun bag and put it away properly.
Qing Ruo went to pack up some sundries, then came in and asked him, "Do you want to go back to the world of cultivating immortals?"
Lin Zhao nodded, "Go back and kill people first."
He spoke lightly, Qing Ruo twitched the corners of his mouth.
Lin Zhao put the big bed into the Qiankun bag, walked over and patted her forehead reassuringly, "I will let the innocent people go, but those leaders must die."
Probably aware that his tone was too cold and serious, Lin Zhao curled his lips into a smile, and his tone softened, "Don't worry about the demons taking the opportunity to make trouble, I will arrange them and kill them if they don't obey."
Qing Ruo hit his chest with his head, no matter how gentle his tone and how accommodating his words, in fact he still exudes a strong aura of blocking me, domineering and fierce, and does not allow others to say no at all.
Lin Zhao had always done whatever he wanted to her. He took a step back when he was hit by her head, hugged her waist and touched her head, frowning to comfort her, "Otherwise, support the new leader first Kill them again?"
He thought that Qing Ruo was unhappy, so he thought of the most appropriate way.
Qingruo shook her head lightly, "I trust you, you can manage the demons well."
Lin Zhao curled his lips into a smile, bent down and picked her up horizontally, and wanted to turn around and throw her on the bed. Turning around and looking at the empty room, he realized that the bed was put away by him. Ruo put it down again, and said seriously, "Qing Ruo, I found that as long as there are things about you, I will become very dull and stupid."
"But it's okay, I seem to like it."
Lin Zhao took out the bed again, picked up the person, put him on the bed, and pressed him down.
Qing Ruo arrogantly called him, "Nuanyang!" Holding his collar tightly with her hands, she had a flushed face and sparkling eyes.
"Don't be nervous, I don't want to have sex, I just want to press you and kiss you for a while, I didn't kiss enough just now."
Qing Ruo didn't have time to speak, his aura came overwhelmingly, and the domineering and forceful kiss had already locked her in place that could not be refused.
Really, it was a pain in the beginning...
**
when you don't need to eat,
But meet someone you want to cook for her every day.
And when you say yes.
I suddenly felt that the whole world was gentle.
Clear.
—[Black box]