In the northeast corner of the yard, there is a hand pump well with an iron rod outside. When you need to use water, you need to add some water first to expel the air from the well before you can fill it with water.

When Song Qinghe went traveling, she saw this and sighed, "Indeed, every era has its own methods."

The working people still have their own set of rules and methods for survival.

Lu Zhaolin plucked chicken feathers for a long time, but couldn't come up with a good idea.

The main problem was my lack of experience; I didn't know how to win a girl's favor.

Lu Zhaolin felt that this was much more difficult than going on a mission; it was something he wasn't good at, and it wasn't his area of ​​expertise.

Looking up, I saw Song Qinghe looking around the courtyard.

Lu Zhaolin finally breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to introduce, "That's a hand pump well over there. I'll tell you how to use it later."

"That small courtyard has a bathroom on the east side and a toilet on the west side."

"The conditions are limited, the bathroom may not be very convenient, there is only one bath tub, and the toilet is a dry toilet, I don't know if you are used to it."

"OK, thanks."

Song Qinghe was still very polite. You have to get used to it, you're already here, what can you do?

Fortunately, she had her spatial ability to protect her.

Eating, drinking, relieving oneself, and sleeping can all be done in one's own villa; otherwise, it would be really difficult to manage.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Song Qinghe is used to a good life, and it would be torture to make her come back to such a hard life.

Even without this condition, I can still pass by myself.

But now that she has this option, she's not so keen on settling for less.

She should just bear with it for now. Once Lu Zhaolin returns to his unit in a few days, she can do whatever she wants.

The main problem right now is to avoid giving ourselves away in front of the landing party.

If he finds out, that would be troublesome.

Lu Zhaolin is a soldier, and he seems quite righteous. Who knows how he will react after discovering your secret?

Song Qinghe didn't want to gamble her life on people's hearts; if she failed, she would be finished.

She probably won't even know how she died, so it's still very necessary to keep a low profile.

Looking at her obedient and well-behaved appearance, Lu Zhaolin felt his heart melt.

Girls are indeed the cutest creatures in the world. His teammates are always trying to annoy him.

Unlike Song Qinghe, who obediently nodded no matter what he said.

The more Lu Zhaolin looked at her, the more he found himself liking her.

Ahem, I can't look anymore, or I won't be able to hide it anymore.

Seeing that he was busy and she was just standing there without being able to help, Song Qinghe felt that this was not the right thing to do.

"Comrade Lu, shall I come over and help you start the fire?"

"No need, I can do it myself. What kind of flavor do you want? Stewed soup or braised? Or, you can stir-fry some spicy chicken."

Lu Zhaolin confidently declared that the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach.

He knows all that; he can do it with his cooking skills too.

Lu Zhaolin stated that he doesn't care what methods he uses and is willing to swallow his pride; whatever the tricks, as long as they work, that's fine.

Song Qinghe was a little tempted by what he said. She only knew how to cook some simple dishes, and she really didn't know how to cook anything too complicated.

Moreover, I haven't had a proper meal of meat since I transmigrated here.

Previously, when I was with Grandpa Zhou, I always just dealt with him casually.

Now that a chef has offered to cook for her, she won't stand on ceremony.

"Spicy chicken, please. Thank you for your trouble, Comrade Lu. Otherwise, I'll just settle the bill with you!"

"No need, leave it to me."

Lu Zhaolin smugly replied, "What's money? What's money? I don't need it."

If she could just say one compliment to herself, that would be better than anything else.

Lu Zhaolin felt like he was about to turn into a peacock with its tail feathers spread out, and he was ready to show off.

Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from outside—