Qiao Bo is tall and strong. Due to years of training in the army, his bulging muscles can be seen everywhere.

The moonlight cast a circle of silhouette on Qiao Bo's body, leaving only the smooth lines of his muscles.

Song Ning whistled secretly in her heart, and her eyes lingered on Qiao Bo unscrupulously.

"Ahem... come with me..."

Qiao Bo's ears turned visibly red. He turned his body uncomfortably and coughed softly.

"Hold the light... watch the road carefully!"

Qiao Bo pretended to be calm and put a kerosene lamp into Song Ning's hand.

He is so handsome and so considerate...

Such a Qiao Bo Tuoke!

Song Ning smiled and followed Qiao Bo out the door, holding a kerosene lamp.

"There is a rock here, watch your step!"

Qiao Bo controlled his pace, always leading the way two steps ahead of Song Ning, and occasionally reminded Song Ning to pay attention to the road under his feet.

"Where are we going? Ah..."

Song Ning glanced at the stone under his feet, smiled cunningly, and carefully controlled his foot to step on it.

"careful!"

Qiao Bo had been keeping an eye on Song Ning out of the corner of his eyes. When he saw that Song Ning was unsteady, he quickly put his arms around her waist.

yeah!

Song Ning's heart skipped a beat and she deliberately put her arms around Qiao Bo's neck.

The warm spiritual power slowly transmitted through Qiao Bo's body temperature, and Song Ning closed her eyes comfortably.

"Did you sprain your ankle? Let me take a look..."

Qiao Bo thought that Song Ning closed her eyes because she twisted her foot and was in pain, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"pain…"

Song Ning yelled like a cat.

As soon as the voice came out, I almost got goosebumps.

This is too pretentious!

The voice of this body is naturally soft and tender, and now when it lowers its voice and speaks coquettishly, it is even more lovable.

Qiao Bo's body stiffened, and the part that was in contact with Song Ning's body instantly became hot.

Song Ning raised her eyebrows in surprise. Aren’t these too tempting to resist?

Gurgle…

The rumbling of my stomach is particularly loud in the silent night.

Song Ning lowered his head in embarrassment, and his two-meter-eight aura shrank instantly.

Qiao Bo suddenly chuckled, tightened his arms, and picked up Song Ning.

"Take the lantern! Our safety depends on you."

Song Ning obediently raised the kerosene lamp. She didn't want to ruin such a beautiful atmosphere at all.

Qiao Bo held Song Ning in his arms easily. The road under his feet seemed to have been walked thousands of times, and the rugged mountain road was also very steady.

After about ten minutes, Song Ning felt a darkness above her head, and a cave about four or five people wide appeared in front of her.

"What are we doing here?"

Song Ning looked around the cave curiously while holding the oil lamp.

"Be careful! Take the lantern!"

Qiao Bo suddenly used both hands to lift Song Ning up, took a big step, and landed on a huge rock.

He first wiped the stone clean carefully, and then he put Song Ning on it with familiarity.

Song Ning nodded with satisfaction, how thoughtful!

Qiao Bo motioned Song Ning to put the oil lamp aside, "This is the secret base for the children in our Qiao Village."

"The cave is warm in winter and cool in summer. You can play here without being blown by the wind or rained on..."

As Qiao Bo spoke, he skillfully found three stones and set up a stone slab.

After the slate was propped up, Qiao Bo took off a military green satchel from his body, took out a kettle and carefully rinsed the slate clean.

Song Ning looked at his actions in surprise, and really couldn't figure out the reason for his actions.

"I saw you didn't eat much for dinner, so I guessed you would be hungry when you go to bed... hehe..."

Qiao Bo casually pulled a few branches from the side of the cave, broke them into small pieces of equal length, and stacked them neatly under the stone slab.

He took out a box of matches from his trouser pocket and lit the branches.

After the slate was dried by the fire, Qiao Bo took out a pack of cream-colored oil paper from his bag and smeared a layer of it on the slate.

The aroma of pork spread quickly, and Song Ning instantly felt even hungrier.

Gurgle…

"Wait a moment, it'll be there soon!"

Qiao Bo chuckled, his handsome features looking especially gentle in the light of the fire.

Song Ning lay on his legs, holding his chin and watching Qiao Bolisuo's movements. The grievances he had expressed before going to bed suddenly disappeared.

Maybe it wouldn't be bad to spend my whole life with a man like this!

After the lard started bubbling, Qiao Bo quickly took out a bunch of green onions and a fish from his bag? !

Song Ning opened her mouth wide, her eyes moving back and forth between the fish in Qiao Bo's hand and the small army green shoulder bag beside him.

“Is this Doraemon’s magic pocket?”

Qiao Bo looked at Song Ning tenderly, "What is Doraemon?"

Song Ning narrowed his eyes, propped his hands behind his back, and looked up at the exceptionally bright starry sky at the entrance of the cave.

"Doraemon is every child's most desired childhood playmate. It has a magical pocket filled with many toys..."

"Haha...that's really enviable!"

Qiao Bo looked at her gently, but he took out a small knife very skillfully and removed the internal organs and scraped the scales in one go.

After putting the processed fish on the stone slab to bake, Qiao Bo took out two eggs from his small bag and put them on the stone slab as well.

"You said your bag is not Doraemon's magic pocket, how come there is everything in it..."

"what else?"

Song Ning wanted to stand up and take a closer look at the magical green little bag.

"Don't move! I don't want my feet anymore..."

Qiao Bo strode to Song Ning and held her shoulders.

"There are only some seasonings left in the bag, why are you so weird about everything!"

Qiao Bo squatted down beside Song Ning's feet and reached out to press Song Ning's feet.

"It's still there! Your feet aren't injured... otherwise you wouldn't have suffered! Move a little..."

Song Ning shook her ankle nonchalantly, her eyes fixed on Qiao Bo's small shoulder bag.

“Fish and eggs, where do they come from?”

"Caught!"

"Caught?"

Song Ning parroted what he heard, his mind a little confused.

Qiao Bo put down Song Ning's feet, looked up at her, and said with a smile:

"The eggs were taken from the chicken coop at home. Mom didn't clean the coop clean, so we got a bargain."

"There is a small river at the entrance of the village. The small crucian carps in it grow very fast. They can grow to the size of a palm in just over a month..."

"Now that the weather has just warmed up, there are not many kids fishing, so I was lucky enough to catch a few."

"When the weather clears up, the creek will be full of children, and it will be difficult to catch fish."

"With bare hands?"

Song Ning looked at Qiao Bo in surprise and felt that Qiao Bo was a very magical person.

She was a child who was raised and pampered by her master and fellow apprentices. She had never suffered any hardship and had never seen such a magical experience as Qiao Bo's.

"I definitely can't catch it with my bare hands, so I put down the fishing net."

Qiao Botu rubbed Song Ning's head with a smile.

“When did you lower the nets?”

"After dinner"

Sizzle…

The fish on the slab began to sizzle. Qiao Bo stood up, turned the fish over, and added a few more pieces of firewood.

The smell of wild garlic and the aroma of fish wafted over.

"Tianxiang! How come you know everything?"

Song Ning raised her upturned little nose and turned her head around following the scent like a puppy.