Thinking of this, Lu Zhaolin had only one thought in his mind: he wished he could pack her up and take her away.

He was really worried about Song Qinghe being alone in the village.

However, it's still a bit rushed. I can't let Song Qinghe think that I'm a lustful person and that even marrying her is for ulterior motives.

No rush, take your time.

Lu Zhaolin suppressed the jumbled thoughts in his mind, quickly washed up, and then went to eat.

Every time, I was impressed by Song Qinghe's skills, and I had even thought about showing off my skills in front of her.

In retrospect, it was completely unnecessary.

Song Qinghe's skills are far superior to his; hers are simply a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Song Qinghe really enjoys cooking because she has a sweet tooth; otherwise, she would never cook.

Seeing others enjoy the food you've cooked is a kind of pleasure in itself.

On the contrary, she herself couldn't eat much.

Seeing that she wasn't eating, Lu Zhaolin asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Don't you have an appetite?"

Song Qinghe: "It's okay, you eat yours, I'll just stay like this."

She doesn't eat much; she just ate a few bites and was full.

Lu Zhaolin remained silent, pondering in his mind what to prepare to whet her appetite.

Seeing him staring at her, Song Qinghe explained, "I'm really fine. It's just that my appetite decreases when it gets hot, which is normal."

She was used to it, but it was a habit she had before she transmigrated into the book.

I never expected that after transmigrating into the book, things would continue.

This is quite similar to her past self, however, she is the original owner now, and the original owner is her.

Thinking about it that way, it makes perfect sense.

Lu Zhaolin didn't say much at the time, but he ate his rice much faster.

After finishing their meal, they cleaned up the dishes as usual before heading to the village chief's house with Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe took the wine and brown sugar she had prepared and carried them over.

Lu Zhaolin initially wanted to refuse, but after thinking it over, he remained silent.

Normal interpersonal interactions are still necessary.

When I'm not in the village anymore, I'll have to rely on the village chief and his aunt to take care of me.

When they arrived at the village chief's house, Lu Jinguang had just finished eating and cleared the table. The whole family was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air.

Seeing the two of them approaching, Tian Xiu'e immediately put down her cup and greeted them with a smile.

"Xiao He is here, come in and have a seat."

"Hello, Uncle. Hello, Aunt."

Song Qinghe greeted him warmly, and after sitting down, handed over the white wine and brown sugar she was holding.

Tian Xiu'e declined, saying, "Just come in person, why do you need to bring anything?"

"I don't want these things. You take them back and keep them for yourself."

"It's not easy for someone so young to come to the countryside. Keep all the good stuff for yourself."

"Auntie, I don't drink alcohol and I don't need brown sugar. Please keep it and see if you can use it."

"These things would be a waste for me to keep them."

Song Qinghe said with a serious expression that she actually had many more wines like these in her space.

But those are all famous wines, and it would be easy to expose the truth if they were taken out.

The slightly cheaper options are the best way to avoid giving away the secret and causing trouble, and the village chief won't be reluctant to drink them.

As for brown sugar, it's a good thing these days.

Whether it's for postpartum care or for making brown sugar water, it's not only presentable but also quite practical.

Song Qinghe was only responsible for delivering the food; how they ate it and who ate it was not her concern.

Lu Zhaolin chimed in, his words implying that they should leave their things behind.

There will be many more areas where they will need to take care of us in the future.

The two of them spoke eloquently and eloquently, making the conversation very pleasant to hear.

The couple, Lu Jinguang and his wife, were all smiles as they happily accepted the gifts.

They also told Song Qinghe to just ask if she needed anything and not to be polite with them.

Song Qinghe readily agreed, and was just about to say goodbye and head back when suddenly it became lively outside—