Chapter 30 Today I will cook
Song Jinghe held Fu Ning's hand and turned the wheel with one hand, walking with great difficulty.
Fu Ning felt like laughing when he saw his rare embarrassed look. He turned around and saw Xiao Dan and Zheng Caiye chatting not far behind him. He suggested, "How about I push you?"
"No need." Song Jinghe insisted on pulling her.
“But we’re walking very slowly.”
Song Jinghe raised his eyes and looked into Fu Ning's eyes, which were trying not to smile, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in them.
He suddenly wanted to look into her heart through these eyes.
The woman said they were husband and wife, but in reality they had hardly any intimate behavior.
Naturally he was unwilling, but Fu Ning seemed to have never taken the initiative to do anything.
He has lived for eighteen years and has seen many relationships between men and women in the world of cultivation. He also knows a lot about matters between men and women, but his relationship with Fu Ning is obviously not normal.
This woman who always said she liked him and seemed to have never known what shyness was always spoke in a nonchalant manner. He didn't know whether what she said was true or not.
He had never cared about it before, but now it is stuck in his heart and cannot be ignored.
He held this hand which was much rougher than his own, and suddenly wanted to know his position in Fu Ning's heart.
Fu Ning and Song Jinghe slowly returned to the house, and Song Jinghe let go of her hand.
She noticed that beads of sweat appeared on Song Jinghe's forehead.
Fu Ning looked for the system, "Why do you think he insisted on holding my hand?"
The system felt that the host was asking knowingly, "I like you. After all, the favorability is 60."
"But you didn't care about my vomiting blood at all." Fu Ning sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks, and asked as usual, "Is it poisonous?"
The system did not respond.
Fu Ning asked again, and the system said in an unbelievable tone: "Boss, it's poisonous! And the dosage has been increased!"
Fu Ning's eyebrows twitched a few times, "It seems that he wants me to die faster."
The system was garbled for a second, then said, "How about I test it again? This is too unreasonable."
Fu Ning picked up a piece of cabbage with chopsticks and sneered in her heart. The favorability level had increased from -50 to +60. Song Jinghe still wanted her dead as always. He was really an ungrateful person.
She said, "There's nothing to test. He probably thought it was a mercy to increase the dose so that I would die faster."
Anyway, as long as Song Jinghe's favorability increases steadily, it doesn't matter even if he still wants to kill her when it reaches the maximum. He is just a stepping stone for her to leave this world.
Fu Ning took two deep breaths and chewed the cabbage in his mouth with a crunching sound.
"Xiao Shuang, what's wrong with you? Do you want to ask a doctor to take a look?"
Fu Ning rolled his eyes secretly. He was really showing false sympathy. He was the one who poisoned her and now he was pretending to care about her.
She used to be in the mood to act with him, but today she just felt disgusted.
Fu Ning deliberately made it sound serious, saying that he was dizzy, had a sore throat, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.
Song Jinghe pursed his lips and said, "I will go down the mountain and find a doctor to see you later."
Fu Ning almost sneered, but she held it back in time, trying to calm down and said calmly, "Zheng Caiye promised to take me to the capital to hire the best doctor, so I'm sorry to bother you."
She saw Song Jinghe's clenched fingers and said to the system, "I think he is just obsessed with winning. I have always been around him, and now another man has appeared. He feels unbalanced. His affection for me is insignificant."
The system agreed with the comments on the surface, but secretly complained, how can it be insignificant? That’s 30,000 points! The host really doesn't know what it feels like to be poor after becoming rich.
Song Jinghe put down his chopsticks and said, "Xiao Shuang, we are not sure about his identity yet, so don't trust him too much."
"Okay, I believe you. You are a cultivator from the world of cultivation, so why don't you mention taking me to the world of cultivation for treatment?" Fu Ning narrowed his eyes. "The doctors in the world of cultivation should be very powerful, but it's a pity that I am not worthy of them."
Song Jinghe grabbed Fu Ning's wrist and frowned, "Don't say that."
"It's just..." He lowered his head to hide his dark emotions.
He already knew clearly that he cared about Fu Ning, but he also knew clearly that it was impossible for him to take her back to the world of cultivation.
He is a member of the Song family, and he has a fiancée, Shen Qingning, who is a good match for him. His family would never allow him to marry an ordinary cultivator from the human world.
If he returned to the world of cultivation and separated from Fu Ning, she might have many choices, Erniu or Zheng Caiye in front of her.
But he couldn't stand it. It would be better to watch her die than to watch her marry someone else.
He looked at Fu Ning with dark eyes, "But Xiaoshuang, I can't go back to the cultivation world. This is all I can do."
His face, coupled with his particularly sincere look, was extremely deceptive, and the flames in Fu Ning's heart shot up to the top of his head.
This guy is really capable. He can pretend to have a favorability of 90 when the favorability is only 60. It is obvious that he has already planned to leave the human world, but he has been pretending to be pitiful in front of her and pretending that he can't go back, because it has never been his plan to take her to the world of cultivation.
The system detected the host's emotional fluctuations and said hurriedly: "Boss, calm down. This villain is really difficult to deal with. We must keep our minds steady and not give up all our efforts!"
Fu Ning exhaled twice and forced a smile, "Since you can't go back, I will take you back next March."
"Okay." Song Jinghe smiled.
This time he looked at her seriously. He knew it was impossible. Fu Ning had been poisoned by the fatal pill for a long time. Even if she had eaten the cleansing spirit grass, it would be difficult for her to improve her cultivation. It was even more impossible for her to stand out and get the only spot in the cultivation meeting. However, he liked to see her arrogance with a gleam in her eyes.
Looks very good.
Fu Ning took a few big mouthfuls of rice, but found it tasteless. He threw down his bowl and chopsticks, said "I'm full", put on his sheepskin coat and went out.
The system comforted Fu Ning, "Boss, as long as we get the points, we're done. Don't worry too much about the rest."
Fu Ning ignored the system and ran into the woods in one breath. The cool winter air that penetrated into her lungs made her feel much calmer. She turned around a few times and stopped in front of a ginkgo tree with a not-so-thick trunk.
The system was wondering what the host was going to do, when it saw her take a half step back, take a deep breath, and suddenly punch hard on the tree trunk.
After a few seconds of silence, a tree more than 20 meters high fell to the ground with a loud bang, startling a flock of birds.
Fu Ning unclenched his fist and shook his hands, "Well, I feel a little better."
System: “…” It is certain that the host’s punch was definitely intended to hit the villain.
However, what surprised it was that, analyzing from the data it obtained, it was impossible for a cultivator in the enlightenment period to knock down a tree so easily, unless he possessed powerful skills or the ability to control spiritual power exquisitely.
It became more and more certain that its host was Shen Funing.
It has to be a big shot to deal with the villain. Qian Qiaoqiao's level is simply not enough to defeat him.
It secretly despised its former host who had abandoned it.
Fu Ning whistled a few more times and waited for Xiaoya and Xiao Sanhua to come.
Little Sanhua rolled around in the fields every day and was very dirty, but Fu Ning didn't mind. He grabbed it and rubbed it for a long time, then hugged Xiaoya's neck and played with it for a while.
Fu Ning finally lay on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, "I feel relieved now."
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On New Year's Eve, snowflakes began to fall in the mountains again, which was a very beautiful sight.
Fu Ning returned to her mother's home and saw Yunlan coming with her group of little sisters to celebrate the New Year.
During this period, they were busy learning how to hunt, and had less time to meet each other.
"Xiao Shuang!" Yun Lan hugged her, "Why have you lost weight?"
She pulled Fu Ning and looked at Song Jinghe, "Is it because Mr. Song's cooking is not tasty?"
Fu Ning nodded, "Yes, I have to have a good meal today to make up for it."
Song Jinghe smiled helplessly and said, "It seems I need to improve my cooking skills."
Just give me less medicine, Fu Ning pouted and ran into the kitchen to see what delicious food A Cai was making.
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.
There was bacon roasting on the firewood, and next to it was a plate of golden fried rice cakes with sugar. Fu Ning stole a piece when Ah Cai wasn't paying attention.
Ah Cai was cutting a straight line on the carp, marinating it with scallion, ginger and cooking wine for a while, pouring a lot of oil into the pan, putting the fish coated with cornstarch into the pan, and the hot oil immediately began to sizzle.
Fu Ning was drooling as he watched, and was willing to help in the kitchen.
After a while, Xiaodan came with her mother and Zheng Caiye who had just finished his work.
The yard became lively. Fu Ning casually counted and found that there were fifteen people, so they had to sit at two tables.
As night fell, after the whole family had set off firecrackers and had a lively New Year's Eve dinner, several elders lit up the candles in the house and began to stay up until the end of the year.
The younger generation played dominoes and did not go home until late at night.
On the way back, Fu Ning touched his bulging wallet with unsatisfied feeling and heard his stomach growling.
Song Jinghe, who was standing by, naturally heard it and said, "I'll go cook a bowl of noodles."
Fu Ning held him back. Song Jinghe had drunk a lot of wine just now, and his cheeks were still red. She was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish the seasonings. "Today is New Year's Day. I will cook for the next time. You just wait in the house."
Song Jinghe looked at her distrustfully, "Can you cook?"
Fu Ning pushed him into the house and said, "I trusted you with your cooking skills back then, and now you have to trust me too."
Song Jinghe had a bad feeling.
Apparently his premonition was correct, because after a long time Fu Ning brought in two bowls of something that looked like white pastry and vaguely like noodles.
He raised an eyebrow, "Is this noodles? Why is it solidified into one lump? There's no soup at all."
Fu Ning laughed awkwardly, "Hey, maybe the fire was too high, but it's definitely cooked, it just doesn't look good."
"Hmm." Song Jinghe picked up the chopsticks, picked up the lump of dough, put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it quickly.
Fu Ning stared at him. "How is it? Is it delicious?"
“You didn’t put any salt.”
"Ah!" Fu Ning clapped his hands, "I just said that something was missing, just wait for me to make up for it."
Fu Ning went to the kitchen to get the salt shaker, shook it twice at Song Jinghe's bowl, and several large grains of salt fell into his bowl.
"Uh..." Fu Ning took back the salt jar, "Maybe I spilled too much."
Song Jinghe said thank you expressionlessly, stirred the salt into the noodles and started eating.
Fu Ning sprinkled some salt on himself, took a few bites, and then spat it out. What the hell, it was so disgusting.
Looking at Song Jinghe again, he actually ate it all. Fu Ning felt a little guilty and went over to ask, "Do you have any New Year's wishes? I'll help you realize them."
Song Jinghe wiped his mouth, raised his head and looked at Fu Ning's expectant expression.
Right now, he wanted to know how much she liked him.
"There is one." He said, "You can never appear in front of me again, can you do that?"
【Author has something to say】
Brother Jing: It’s happening.
I mean, is his personality a bit abnormal?
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