After the phone call ended, Rong Qing sighed softly, walked out of the house and saw Aunt Liu who was preparing dinner and going to the warehouse to get ingredients.
Seeing her temporarily turn her raised foot in a different direction, she smiled and asked, "Xiao Qing, tell Aunt Liu what you and Zimo want to eat tonight. I can grab it for you too."
Rong Qing didn't have anything in particular to eat, so she said:
"Aunt Liu's cooking skills are very good. I'm not picky about food. Just watch me prepare it. Thank you for your hard work."
......
When I entered the space again, I was hugged tightly. A low and gentle voice sounded in my ears: "Qing'er is really busy? It's been a long time since we last met. I really miss you. Do you miss me, Qing'er?"
Rong Qing has now adapted to the time difference between this space and the outside world. He raised his arms, wrapped them around his neck, and kissed him on his thin lips. But the result was that he still couldn't escape?
His kiss was overbearing and fiery, the cold aura around him enveloping her tightly, and his tongue took the opportunity to step in, dancing joyfully with her tongue, until he snatched a breath of air from her mouth and let her go reluctantly.
"Qing'er, are you using your actions to prove that you miss me? What should I do? I really like this approach. Can we do it again next time?"
Rong Qing bit his chest with a "woof".
"Really? It's getting too much. How can bullying me make you happy?"
Jiang Zimo chuckled softly, his tone hinting at something: "Yeah, I'm very happy. The harder I bully you, the more I feel."
Rong Qing: “…”
There is a man who looks as cool and pure as a banished immortal, but is actually a big gangster. Who can help catch him?
"Qing'er, I'm hungry. Can you accompany me to eat something? I miss grandma's cooking."
Rong Qing stood on tiptoe and gently bit his thin lips:
"Hmph, I'll take a bite of you first, and let you compete with me for food." Then she bit his thin lips lightly, held his face and gently rubbed his nose. Their hot breaths intertwined, and the air between their nostrils was filled with the intertwined scent of the two.
"You've really become such a spoiled brat that you even know to snatch the delicious food grandma makes from me." She gently touched his forehead with hers: "You can't do that."
She stepped back a little, keeping a distance from him, and stood there prettily with her hands behind her back. A hint of cunning flashed across the beautiful girl's face, and she tilted her head and looked at him playfully:
"But if you coax me, maybe you can eat what I cook."
Jiang Zimo stretched out his arms and held her in his arms, kissing her forehead: "Is this how you coax her?" He then kissed the tip of her nose: "Still like this?"
Or perhaps he kissed her moist, pink lips: "This way of coaxing?" He pulled her closer to fit her more closely with the body he had just beaten. Something in her moved restlessly: "Hmm? You like it?"
Rong Qing almost fell for his gentle, slightly teasing gaze and his deep, numb and alluring voice. How could this man be like that? He was simply a male demon.
The slightest expression on that face that looked like a banished immortal was enough to tempt people to commit a crime, especially his usually cold and sharp eyes, which were now stained with a thin layer of bright red. His gaze was not as sharp and cold as usual, but instead had an indescribable lazy charm. His thin lips became shimmering because of kissing, and he looked very kissable at first glance.
Rong Qing was a little annoyed that she had been bewitched by a male homosexual. She glared at him coquettishly: "This stinky man really made me eat a meal, and now he has started to sell male homosexuality. Don't you have any bottom line?"
Jiang Zimo thought she was going to cook for him, so he immediately grabbed her two soft and tender white hands and said, "Don't go. What if Qing'er hurts her hands? I can just take a fasting pill."
Rong Qing took her to another place. With a wave of her hand, a table full of delicious food appeared in front of her. She reached out and pinched his cheek: "Silly boy, I have prepared these a long time ago. Since you are so attractive, eat quickly. You will have strength after you are full."
Jiang Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone slightly raised: "Oh... Do you have the strength? I will definitely eat more and make sure Qing'er is satisfied."
Rong Qing: “…”
Haha, haha, it just came out of my mouth, it just came out of my mouth, how come he misinterpreted it?
As a result, this stinky man picked up a piece of pork ribs and gave it to himself: "Qing'er, you should eat more too, so that you will have strength." It's not enough for me to have strength alone, I also need your cooperation, Qing'er.
Rong Qing ate the ribs he picked for her in one gulp. Just as she swallowed it, a peeled shrimp came to her lips. She glanced at him and met his gentle and doting eyes. She ate it without any hesitation.
Then during the meal he would occasionally feed her a shrimp, a piece of carefully picked fish, or she would add a little bit of vegetable.
The two of them ate up all the food on the table. She held herself in her arms, fed her hawthorn tea, and gently rubbed her belly with her big hands. She also praised her quickly:
"How come my Qing'er is so perfect and omnipotent? She can even cook so deliciously that I don't need to eat for the rest of my life. Occasionally, Qing'er is in the mood to ask me to help you cut vegetables and prepare food." Ruan Ran paused and felt that this was not enough, so he continued:
"Qing'er, please teach me your cooking skills so that I can cook for you."
Rong Qing stretched out her slender index finger and shook it in front of him: "No, no, forget about learning from me. Wait until grandma comes to Kyoto and you can learn from her. The food cooked by her will be more similar to grandma's, and we both like it."
For those who practice Taoism, they don't need to eat after they have achieved the Golden Elixir. They even need the Fasting Pill. Their bodies run on pure spiritual energy, and eating is no longer for filling their stomachs but for cultivation.
Rong Qing waved her hand and a plate of fruit appeared on the table. "We still have to eat fruit after dinner. Actually, I don't need to eat at my current level of cultivation, but I still like the smell of fireworks. From now on, we only need to satisfy our appetite occasionally."
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