"It's alright." Chen Feng subconsciously wanted to ruffle his hair, but stopped when he saw the spotless tiles.

Xia Yingying noticed this subtle gesture.

"I'd better go outside and shake it off, so I don't get this dirty."

"By the way, how should I address you? Should I call you 'Boss Lady' or just call you by your name?" Chen Feng asked Xia Yingying, looking up at her.

This woman is not to be trifled with. Don't call her the wrong name, or she won't even boil water for you anymore.

"The boss is dead, so there's no boss's wife. Just call me Xia Yingying."

Xia Yingying glanced to the side with a hint of indifference in her eyes and chuckled softly.

"Okay, which bathroom here can I take a shower? I'll pay for it."

Chen Feng was covered in dust and sweat, and his underwear was clinging tightly to his body, making him quite uncomfortable.

"No." Xia Yingying raised her head upon hearing this and refused decisively.

"Um, okay, then give me the kettle. There's still some hot water left in it. I'll dilute it and take it outside to wash."

Chen Feng smiled helplessly and reached out to take the kettle from him.

There used to be accommodation here, and there must have been a shower on the first floor, so Chen Feng wanted to ask, but unfortunately he was still rejected without hesitation.

He's used to washing things, so this time he'll just have to make do with whatever he can find.

Xia Yingying handed him the kettle and followed him out of the villa, waiting to take the kettle back.

Chen Feng took a basin, filled it halfway with water, and poured in the remaining hot water.

I reached out and touched it; there was basically no change, except that it got a little warmer, but not much.

Chen Feng handed the water bottle to Xia Yingying, took off his shirt, and plunged his head directly into the water, which made him shiver from the cold.

Xia Yingying, watching from the side, couldn't help but gently purse her red lips.

It must be so cold. You could have just told me and asked me to boil another pot for you. It's not like I'm not willing to boil it myself.

Anyway, she didn't know what Chen Feng was thinking. Maybe he just liked the feeling. She took the kettle back to the first floor of the villa and wiped it clean.

The handle that Chen Feng was holding just now was covered in fine sand.

Chen Feng splashed water on himself, and with each splash, he couldn't help but shudder.

If this were in another mine, even if Chen Feng didn't take a bath, he would ask for several more kettles of hot water to wash himself properly.

But when it came to Xia Yingying, he thought better of it.

This woman is too peculiar. Don't boil two kettles of water and annoy her, or there won't be any hot water left.

After Chen Feng finished washing his shirt, he dried it with a towel, went back to the car to change into a pair of knee-length shorts, dried himself off a little, and then came out.

He then realized that although he didn't feel anything in his leg, it was now swollen, red and raised, and extremely painful to the touch.

"Why."

Chen Feng took out Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine), sprayed it casually on his legs, changed into a clean short-sleeved shirt, and walked into the villa.

My meal should be ready soon; I'll talk about it after I eat.

As soon as he entered the house, he found that Xia Yingying had already gone upstairs. Chen Feng had also cooked the rice. He took it down, put the hot pot on it, and sat on the stool to wait for the food to heat up.

At least Xia Yingying wasn't that heartless; she still knew to prepare a table for them so they could eat inside.

Otherwise, Chen Feng would have had to eat in the car.

As the hot pot gradually heated up, the aroma spread. Only when the hot pot was boiling did Chen Feng eagerly reach for his chopsticks, pick up a piece of mutton, and shovel a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

The piping hot, spicy mutton filled Chen Feng's mouth with immense satisfaction, and he immediately picked up his chopsticks and began to dig in.

Meanwhile, Xia Yingying was on the second floor of the villa, sitting comfortably on the sofa in the living room, elegantly crossing her legs and looking at her phone.

As she was looking at it, she suddenly sniffed slightly.

What smells so good?

Xia Yingying frowned slightly and muttered to herself.

The more Xia Yingying smelled it, the more fragrant it became, until it even made her hungry.

She thought of the ugly green can of food that Chen Feng had brought with him, and felt a little puzzled.

Could it be that the fragrance is coming from there?

"No way," Xia Yingying's first reaction upon seeing the thing was that it looked so ugly, it must not taste good. How could it smell so good, like hot pot?

Xia Yingying sat on the sofa, her attention completely shifting from her phone to the fragrance.

After holding it in for a while, she couldn't resist any longer and decided to go down and see what was going on.

Chen Feng was enjoying his meal downstairs when he heard the sound of high heels coming from upstairs. As the sound grew closer, Chen Feng saw Xia Yingying walking down the stairs.

"hello."

Chen Feng, still chewing his food, greeted her.

Xia Yingying didn't say anything. She walked to his side, her brows furrowed slightly as she looked at his still-boiling hot pot.

The fragrance actually came from it, which Xia Yingying found hard to believe.

"Want to eat something together?"

Chen Feng asked half-jokingly, knowing that Xia Yingying definitely wouldn't eat it.

Sure enough, Xia Yingying shook her head upon hearing this.

"What is this?" she asked, voicing her confusion.

"It's canned mutton for hot pot, but the label doesn't say anything about it." Chen Feng tapped the can with his chopsticks.

Xia Yingying tilted her head and looked at the label. The all-green label had six large characters printed in black.

Lamb hot pot canned goods.

The packaging was so ugly that Xia Yingying wouldn't even glance at it.

"Where can I buy it?" Xia Yingying asked curiously.

She was really craving it and wanted to try what it tasted like.

"You can find it in any of the big supermarkets in the hills. They have not only mutton, but also beef and pork knuckle. They're all pretty good. Haven't you seen them before?" Chen Feng asked, puzzled.

Xia Yingying must have been to the shopping mall in Qiuling. She's been here for so many years, how could she not have seen this thing before?

Xia Yingying shook her head upon hearing this and said, "I didn't notice. I don't usually buy canned food."

She really didn't expect that this canned food with such ugly packaging would taste so good. She will definitely buy more to try next time she goes to the mall.

"Actually, if I had the means, I would definitely prefer to cook for myself. But I don't have that option, so I have to make do with canned food."

Chen Feng gathered up the last bit of rice from the lunchbox and shoveled it into his mouth.

There wasn't a single grain of rice left in the lunchbox. He put the lunchbox down and picked up a bite of vegetables, still feeling unsatisfied.

There wasn't enough rice cooked; he was really hungry today.

Seeing that he still seemed unsatisfied, Xia Yingying hesitated for a moment and asked, "Haven't you had enough to eat?"

"Yeah, I didn't dare cook too much, afraid it would overflow, but it's fine anyway," Chen Feng nodded.

"I still have leftover rice in the pot from lunch. Do you want it? It's cold though," Xia Yingying said after a moment's hesitation.

"If possible, that would be even better."

Chen Feng laughed upon hearing this, and picked up the lunchbox to face Xia Yingying.

Chen Feng was completely taken aback when Xia Yingying offered to order him food.

Upon hearing this, Xia Yingying turned around and went to the kitchen to bring back the rice cooker.

Is this enough?

She held the inner liner and used a spoon to scoop some rice into Chen Feng's lunchbox.