Song Ying felt a little sleepy as she watched, her eyelids began to become heavy, and Luo Qiu's back gradually became blurry, leaving only the rhythmic crackling sound of firewood burning in the silence.

When the firewood began to smolder, Luo Qiu stood up and stretched.

At this time, Song Ying was lying on the table and fell asleep. Luo Qiu took off his coat, put it on Song Ying, and walked to the yard outside the kitchen.

There is another small vegetable garden here. I don’t know who is taking care of it. It is very organized.

The night was as cool as water. Luo Qiu went to the small vegetable garden, picked some green vegetables and spring onions, and then started to get busy.

Time passed little by little.

Song Ying woke up suddenly. After all, she couldn't sleep for too long in this position of sleeping on the table. When she woke up, she found the coat on her body.

Without saying anything, Song Ying just put the coat on her back and stuck out her tongue at Luo Qiu's back.

At this time, there was actually a casserole in front of her, and there was a small plate of pickled radish next to it. There seemed to be a little sesame oil on it, and there was a scent of sesame.

"I woke up, just fine."

"What time is it?" Song Ying yawned.

"It's almost three-thirty in the morning." Luo Qiu came to Song Ying with a plate and put it down, "It's boiled and I didn't fry it over high heat for fear of waking you up. But it's not suitable to eat too greasy food in the middle of the night.

The vegetables are young leaves picked from the yard outside and are easy to digest."

Despite this, it seems that this simple boiled green vegetable is not just boiled with hot water, but simmered with stock.

Song Ying watched helplessly as Luo Qiu opened the lid of the casserole, and the aroma of rice began to overflow. Along with the billowing white mist, the pure white rice grains in the casserole had completely melted.

"Do you like chopped green onions?"

"It's okay..." Song Ying nodded.

So Luo Qiu sprinkled some green onion on the white porridge, then filled a bowl and placed it in front of Song Ying.

Song Ying couldn't wait to hold up the bowl with both hands, but it was too hot, so she immediately retracted her hands and pinched her ears.

But she quickly realized that Luo Qiu had seen this, and immediately pretended to be nonchalant, carefully picked up the bowl, then turned around, her back to Luo Qiu, and drank slowly.

Suckling.

Then she ate a little more with the pickles. The pickles were pickled by her fourth uncle who was a skilled cook, so the taste was natural.

As for the small green vegetables simmered in the soup, Song Ying didn't miss it. She ate the whole pile and she almost didn't eat anything after coming back. After this meal, she felt full of happiness.

When Song Ying put down the bowl, she realized that she seemed to have eaten a little too much. She glanced at Luo Qiu proudly and found that he was already cleaning the stove.

"Hey, you said you have a girlfriend, what kind of person is she?" Song Ying suddenly asked.

"Hmm... how should I put it?" Luo Qiu thought for a while: "She should be a very quiet girl and good at taking care of others."

Song Ying frowned, "Then what do you like about her? Just because she is good at taking care of others?"

Luo Qiu turned around and said, "There is still some in this pot, do you still want to eat?"

"No, no, my stomach will burst if I eat any more." Song Ying quickly shook her head.

Luo Qiu smiled, then walked to the table and started to clear away the tableware. Song Ying looked at it pitifully, and her voice was much weaker: "Hey, you haven't told me yet, what do you like about her?"

Luo Qiu stopped, looked at Song Ying and said, "Have you ever seen black tulips?"

Song Ying nodded.

Luo Qiu whispered: "She is like a black tulip, mysterious and noble."

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Chapter completed!