The two pretended, but time didn't allow it. After five minutes, Jian Shu finally stopped what he was doing, a little reluctant, but still threw the towel in his hand to him and said, "Okay, it's almost time. I'll go cook first, you go take a shower. Your hair is soaked, it's better to take a shower. Once you get on the train, there will be no place to wash it if you want to."

"Okay, I'll go take a shower first." Gu Mingjing agreed without hesitation. He was sweating, and even after wiping it clean, he was still sticky and uncomfortable.

Then, one of them walked towards the kitchen and the other towards the bathroom, going in opposite directions. There was no explanation as to why they bothered to wipe the sweat off their face before taking a shower. It seemed as if wiping the sweat off before taking a shower was the most normal thing to do.

Some things are better understood than spoken. It's better to know them in your heart. It's just a matter of willingness, or perhaps each has their own agenda.

"We ordinary people are really happy today." Jianshu hummed a tune and walked briskly towards the kitchen, laughing from time to time.

He took out a bag of flour, a dozen eggs and a piece of bacon from the cupboard.

She planned to steam some buns and use some for breakfast, and give the rest to Gu Mingjing to take with him to the train.

Served with some spicy meat sauce and the tea eggs cooked yesterday, it has meat, vegetables and eggs, which is a very rich meal in this era.

That was the sleeper ticket Gu Mingjing had bought. If it had been a hard seat, she wouldn't have dared prepare such a sumptuous meal for him. Pure white flour buns, greasy meat sauce, and tea eggs—if they were served, it would surely attract everyone's attention. It was better not to draw such attention.

It’s different for sleeper berths. At that time, people who could buy sleeper berth tickets were not simple and their family conditions were also good. Although these things were good, they were not too extraordinary.

Jianshu took out a basin and scooped a lot of flour into it. Gu Mingjing had a big appetite, so she had to make more. If she made less, it might not be enough for him to eat in one meal.

Eating only steamed buns and steamed buns is a bit greasy. We have a lot of salted duck eggs and salted chicken eggs at home. I will bring some for him later. Pickled things are not easy to spoil and can be stored for a long time, so you can bring more.

Jianshu was thinking about what else to take with him while his hands kept moving.

Because she was going to make more, there was quite a lot of dough in the basin, and Jianshu's hands felt a little sore from kneading it. At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and took over her actions.

"I'll do it." Gu Mingjing's unique magnetic voice came, and at the same time, a familiar smell of soap came.

Jian Shu didn't refuse and handed him the basin. Kneading dough was a strenuous job, and since he was strong, it was better for him to do it. This would free her hands to mix the filling for the buns.

Gu Mingjing looked at the noodles in the basin and raised his eyebrows, "Why are you kneading so much noodles?"

Jian Shu was chopping stuffing beside him. When she heard his question, she didn't even look up and replied, "Not much. We'll have some for breakfast. I'll pack the rest for you to take to the car. If it weren't for the increasingly hot weather and the worry that too much would spoil, I would have made more."

"There is food for sale on the bus. I'll just go buy some from the bus when the time comes. You can keep these for yourself." Gu Mingjing said with a touched heart.

Hearing this, Jian Shu stopped what he was doing, rolled his eyes at him, and said unhappily, "How can I be short of food at home? Don't worry, I won't starve myself."

This man, for some reason, always worried that she wasn't eating well. He didn't know where this illusion came from. Her space was full of everything: vegetables, fruits, chicken, duck, fish, and meat. She had as much as she wanted. She ate much better than him, didn't she?

"Besides, how can the food on the train compare to the food cooked at home? Few people want to eat it, and it tastes terrible." Jianshu continued.

Gu Mingjing: “…” Who gave Shushu the illusion that the food on the train was unpalatable?

Few people ate it, not because it was unpalatable or others were unwilling to eat it, but because they wanted to save money. Although the boxed lunch on the train was only 30 cents a box, with rice, meat, eggs, and vegetables, it was fragrant and delicious, and very rich, but many people still ate the dry food they brought with them.

However, it is better not to let Shushu know about this, so as not to dampen her enthusiasm.

So Gu Mingjing responded with a smile.

Jianshu, who is still kept in the dark, has no idea about the nature of train lunch boxes in this era.

Is the taste of food important? Yes, of course. Who would want to eat something if it doesn’t taste good?

Does the taste of food matter when you're hungry? It doesn't matter. When you're starving, who cares what it tastes like? As long as it's edible, that's all.

While this saying isn't quite as relevant today, the point is still true. Back then, everyone was starving, and the boxed lunch on the train was a truly sumptuous meal for many. As for the taste? These days, every household essentially boils their food, so how good could it possibly be?

Jianshu was chattering away, and Gu Mingjing was nodding in response. Perhaps because they were about to part, he, who was usually thick-skinned and mean, rarely made Jianshu angry.

For a moment, the kitchen was warm and cozy.

One of them kneads the dough while the other mixes the filling. They divide the work and cooperate with each other very well.

After Gu Mingjing finished kneading the dough, Jianshu also prepared the filling. While waiting for the dough to ferment, he went to wash up.

I had originally planned to wash up after getting up, but Gu Mingjing interrupted me and I forgot about it. I was just thankful that she didn't have any eye mucus or bad breath, otherwise, with the two of us so close, that scene...

Jianshu trembled all over when he thought about it. Oh~ I can’t think about it, I dare not think about it.

Brushing teeth, washing face, and applying sunscreen took a long time. When she came out of the room again, Gu Mingjing had already started making dumplings.

Seeing his movements at the kitchen door, Jian Shu was instantly shocked and said quickly: "I'll wrap it, I'll wrap it, don't do it yourself."

She took two steps at a time and ran over quickly to snatch the bun skin from his hand.