Chapter 75 Chapter 18 Seeing Song Boyuan do it so many times,…

Seeing that Song Boyuan has done it so many times, maybe he can succeed this time?

Then try one dish! If it works, you have one more dish to try. If it doesn’t, you have something else to eat.

He didn't believe it, as he didn't have any talent in this area at all.

Song Boyuan pulled out the weeds and applied fertilizer.

Seeing that it was getting late and Xie Qingyu had not come out yet, he was worried that the meal was not ready, and even more worried that something had happened to Xie Qingyu.

After all, it’s not the first time.

After packing up the things outside, I walked towards the kitchen.

I didn't notice it from a distance, but I could see it when I got closer. Why is there a faint black smoke coming out of the kitchen?

When Song Boyuan came, Xie Qingyu was planning to give it a try. Unlike heating up the dishes, which did not require any thinking, the last dish required him to make it.

You need to consider the time, heat, and the addition of various seasonings.

An unskilled person will not be able to take care of the other if he takes care of one thing, not to mention that compared with modern life, we also have to take care of fire.

It was impossible to keep an eye on it all the time, and the initial firewood framework had not been built. Doing so many things at the same time, it was inevitable that there would be problems with the fire.

This is back to the beginning, when everything was smoky.

While looking through the smoke, I was thinking about which seasoning to add next.

I couldn't make out the words on the seasoning, so I could only hold up the seasoning in my hand and try to see it through the sunlight and smoke.

Unexpectedly, he didn't see the words clearly, but Song Boyuan saw his embarrassed look.

Xie Qingyu was also worried that Song Boyuan was not feeling well. The moment he saw him, he instantly forgot what he was about to do. He put down the seasoning, and the worry in his mouth was obvious.

"Why don't you rest a little longer? Aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"

On the first night, we were not familiar with each other and could not show any concern for each other. This time, we expressed our feelings to each other willingly. In this information-rich age, of course we knew that we would feel uncomfortable the next day.

As soon as Xie Qingyu finished speaking, she had already put her hands on Song Boyuan's waist.

After Song Boyuan got up, he did not change his pajamas. Compared with the slightly thicker autumn clothes, the slightly thinner clothes allowed him to easily feel the muscle texture under his palms.

Song Boyuan, who has been working all year round, has very obvious muscles on his waist. Although he is tall and looks strong, his waist is very thin.

"I... I'm fine, just a little itchy. Can you let go for a while?" Song Boyuan's body was trembling a little, perhaps because of the itch or nervousness. After saying the first sentence, he reacted and added the second sentence, "I'll take a break for a while, I can hold you again."

"You want me to hold you even when you're itchy?" Xie Qingyu smiled when she heard his words.

The mixed laughter was clearly audible, and Song Boyuan became even more shy and buried himself in the young man's arms.

Also forgot about the previous request.

It was not until the smell of burning filled the air that the two came back to their senses from the ambiguous atmosphere.

"Um... Qingyu, are you cooking?" Song Boyuan, who was facing the kitchen while hugging her, noticed something was wrong first. As the smell grew stronger, he asked carefully, "It seems a little burnt."

"No, I don't smell it!" Xie Qingyu faced outside the kitchen and took a deep breath.

No strange taste.

But when he turned his head, a strong smell of burning rushed into his nose. This time there was no hazy smoke, and he saw the vegetables in the pot at a glance. They were so black that he couldn't recognize their original appearance.

Realized something.

"Ah! It seems so. I remember I added a lot of water. I don't know how it dried up so quickly."

But in my heart, I was complaining, this smoke, why didn't it disappear earlier or later, now it has disappeared without a trace, leaving him unable to make any excuses.

He had clearly added some seasoning just now and thought it would be fine if he just simmered it for a while, but now it has all turned into charcoal.

It was all the cigarette's fault. He failed again.

Seeing his frustrated expression, Song Boyuan thought he was worried: "Do you want to eat this dish? I'll make it for you again, don't be sad."

Song Boyuan actually mentioned his question and made him sad. Xie Qingyu quickly waved his hand and explained, "No, I'm just trying this dish. I've heated up a lot of dishes before, so there's no need to be so troublesome."

"That's good, let's eat quickly!" Not noticing Xie Qingyu's dissatisfaction, Song Boyuan didn't mention it again and changed the subject.

"Yes, let's eat quickly! You must be hungry."

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"Are you still going this afternoon? Are you still feeling unwell? It's okay to take a day off. I'm working, and I have enough money."

After eating and drinking, and cleaning up the table and the kitchen, Xie Qingyu felt tired again without realizing it, and slowly climbed back into bed.

This is what low-energy people are like. They get tired after a little movement and always want to lie down.

Although I got up late today and had dinner late, it is already time to get up for lunch break, but how can it be called lunch break without rest?

Xie Qingyu lay back down on the bed, feeling at peace.

But when she found that Song Boyuan did not follow her up, she turned sideways to look for him, but she didn't expect that he had no intention of going to bed at all, and even took off his pajamas.

Song Boyuan had originally planned to go to work in the afternoon. Xie Qingyu had been staring at him since they returned to the bedroom together. He was entangled for a long time, and finally when Xie Qingyu was lying down and not looking at him, he turned his back and changed his clothes.

Unexpectedly, before he had even put on his clothes, Xie Qingyu's eyes fell on him.

Like a thorn in the back.

The young man was asking questions, and Song Boyuan felt that answering too slowly was not good, nor was answering with his back to him. His unbuttoned clothes didn't seem as important as Xie Qingyu.

She didn't feel anything when he was facing away from her, but when she saw her from the front, Xie Qingyu became nervous. Last night, the moonlight was hazy, and she only knew that Song Boyuan had a good figure, but she didn't expect that it would be fully exposed in this situation.

The clothes that had not been buttoned up vaguely revealed the slender waist underneath. The healthy skin was shining in the daylight, the muscles were strong, the chest was firm, and every line was just right.

When Xie Qingyu's sight came into view, Song Boyuan pulled with both hands, trying to cover the exposed scenery.

However, the half-covered and vague appearance makes it even more imaginative.

He didn't forget to answer the young man's question: "Well, I have nothing to do now. It happens that I have to go to work in the afternoon. If I hurry, I may be able to complete today's task."

"If you have nothing to do, it's okay to take a rest. The most important thing is not to act stubbornly."

Xie Qingyu had already come to his side, and Song Boyuan avoided answering. Unexpectedly, he asked again. The young man was too close, and his handsome face with deep eyebrows and eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.

Song Boyuan lowered his head shyly before he mustered the courage to answer, "I don't feel uncomfortable anymore."

"Okay then! Come back if you feel uncomfortable. Don't force yourself."

"OK."

Xie Qingyu watched Song Boyuan leave.

After he could no longer see anyone, Xie Qingyu stayed for a while, but couldn't stand it any longer, so he also changed his clothes and left, planning to go out and take a look.

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"Thank you, brother?" A sweet and clinging voice came from not far away.

The voice was so familiar that Xie Qingyu sighed that he had been meeting an enemy on a narrow road when he saw the person.

Didn't they have a falling out before? Why was this person still talking to him in such a disgusting tone?

"Why are you everywhere? Also, don't talk to me in such a disgusting tone." Xie Qingyu avoided Song Jiale's approach.

It’s so scary. Why does Song Jiale seem so weird now?

Her face was still the same, but she looked much more haggard, and her eyes looked much more disgusting, as if she was treating him as her own.

"What did you say, Brother Xie? I just saw you and said hello."

"What did you do before? Have you forgotten? How dare you call me?" Xie Qingyu quickened his pace to escape, but he didn't expect to be chased so closely.

Isn't this guy lazy? What's going on? How can I keep up with him? Xie Qingyu has no idea. He doesn't want to lose face and run away, so he can only speak to try to hold him back.

"No major disaster has occurred, so why has our relationship changed, Brother Xie?"

"You weren't like this before."

"You were so nice to me before, you wouldn't be angry no matter what I did."

"Why are you ignoring me this time?"

“…”

Song Jiale kept chattering, and Xie Qingyu was speechless and unable to refute. It was all because the original owner's image as a bootlicker was too profound.

"Shut up and get out of here. Don't force me to hit you." Xie Qingyu's eyes were sharp, and the anger in his eyes made Song Jiale stunned and stop.

The fierce look made him break out in a cold sweat.

When I came to my senses, there was no one in front of me.

Xie Qingyu, who didn't know where he was at this time, looked at the somewhat strange and unusually quiet place in front of him.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white, and the surroundings are quiet and peaceful.

Xie Qingyu felt that his soul was cleansed, and his mood after seeing the unlucky person was also healed.

very nice.

There is no need to guess, since Song Jiale called him, nothing good must have happened.

Logically speaking, Song Jiale has already got what he wanted and is with Fu Chen, so why is he still provoking him?

It seems that if I have time, I have to ask around for information.

But now it seems that something more important has happened.

Where is he now!

It’s such a beautiful place, how come I can’t get out after wandering around like this?

Why is everything the same?

I've been here for over a month now! How can there still be unfamiliar places and I can't find my way around?

Shouldn't the original owner of the street stall have been familiar with the village?

After trying again, he still ended up back where he was. Xie Qingyu gave up completely.

It's really weird!

His useless physique was finally broken, and Xie Qingyu found a patch of grass that looked pretty good and sat down.

Looking at the sun that was about to set, Xie Qingyu felt a lot less anxious while enjoying the beautiful scenery.

The violent ups and downs of his chest gradually subsided, and his thoughts returned. Xie Qingyu suddenly remembered Song Jiale who had been bullying him.

The direction of the bank run seemed to have a purpose.

Recalling a memory of the original owner, it was a story. It was a story that the middle-aged man would tell when he was drunk, when the village women went to the river to wash clothes together.

The original owner had bad luck. I had heard this widely circulated story in the village, but I had forgotten the specific content. I only remembered that you should not go to that place because it was very dangerous and people who went in could not get out.

Xie Qingyu tried to recall the past, but couldn't find any other information. He looked at the similarities and tapped his legs, which had already become sore and weak.

Has he reached the horror channel?

Impossible! He was fine at noon, how could he not come back after going out?

"Host, don't worry, this is not a horror channel."

"Why didn't you come out earlier?" The system suddenly spoke, and Xie Qingyu remembered the existence of this thing.

"Sorry host, the system didn't think you needed it."

"Can you take me out then?"

"Sorry host, I can't."

"In that case, then it's really not necessary." Xie Qingyu waved his hands with a look of disgust.