Zhou Jingan finished pruning and was looking at the grape vine rack carefully. He nodded with satisfaction and turned to her and said, "Okay, I'll go get the knife."
Jiang Ling waved her hand and stood up. "I'll get it. Go wash your hands, drink some water and take a break."
Seeing her running into the house, Zhou Jingan chuckled and said from behind, "Don't run, be careful not to fall."
He liked the knife Jiang Ling gave him very much and kept it well. Today he wore the new Chinese-style suit that Jiang Ling had bought and sent to Taipei City. When he wore it two days ago, Jiang Ling praised him for his good looks.
The upper body is an ice silk embroidered apricot shirt with bamboo leaves embroidered on the left shoulder and buttons on the right side, and the lower body is a matching ice silk ink-colored trousers.
Zhou Jing'an has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his muscles are thriving but not too exaggerated, just right. He can fully support this kind of clothes. In addition, he tied his hair up and inserted the jade hairpin horizontally into the bun, which made him look particularly good.
Jiang Ling saw him standing there with a knife in hand, his clothes fluttering in the breeze. She couldn't help but smile. She took out her phone and sat on the steps, adjusting the angle towards him. "Are you ready? I'm going to start recording."
He nodded, and Jiang Ling pressed the start button. Zhou Jing'an's eyes suddenly became sharp. When he raised his eyes, it seemed that even the wind was a little colder.
He turned his wrist, raised his hand, swept sideways, stabbed straight, raised his leg, and turned around. The long sword was wielded with ease in his hand. He no longer deliberately performed those tricks, but each sword strike was a killing move.
The summer morning sun should be scorching hot, but when it shines on the long sword it feels like walking on ice, with a hint of cold light and a sudden chill.
Zhou Jing'an performed a set of knife skills and swiftly put the knife in front of him, with the blade covering half of his face. He closed his eyes, raised them, frowned, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Ling finished the recording, put down her phone and smiled.
The moment Zhou Jing'an's eyes fell on her, all the sharpness disappeared, leaving only a hint of tenderness.
Later, a post-interview with Zhou Jing'an was added here, asking him about swords and martial arts.
Zhou Jingan only said that he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and when he mentioned the sword, he smiled and said, "Ling'er gave it to me. I named it Meiwan."
"Is there any special meaning?"
"Because Ling'er is beautiful when she smiles with her eyebrows curved, is that considered special?"
Jiang Ling ran over to show him the results, her eyes shining, "Zhou Jing'an, you look so good when you wield swords and guns."
Zhou Jingan smiled and looked at her: "Haven't you seen this many times?"
She curved her eyebrows and said, "It's always new to watch, and it's amazing every time I watch it."
Zhou Jing'an felt happy. He changed his hand to hold the knife and held her with the other hand. He watched the video with her. "It's okay. Do you want to post this?" Jiang Ling asked him.
He nodded. "Okay."
When he posted the video on Weibo, it naturally caused cheers and admiration from fans.
After watching the video again, Jiang Ling had a different feeling. "You look really good in this kind of clothes. I should buy you more."
Zhou Jingan shook his head, "It's a waste to buy too much."
Jiang Ling also shook her head. "I bought it for you to wear. A few days ago, I heard about a handmade tailor shop that is very good at making these clothes. It's also in Jing City, but it's a bit far away."
"I'll take you there someday and have a few suits custom-made," she said.
Zhou Jing'an smiled lightly, agreed first, pulled her into the house, and asked her what she wanted to eat for lunch.
The two of them went to the kitchen to look through the refrigerator. They were running low on food. Jiang Ling turned to look at him and said, "Let's go to the vegetable market?"
Zhou Jingan smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Now that they were both somewhat famous, they both put on their masks. Zhou Jingan then took the hat and put it on Jiang Ling. "It'll get sunny."
There was a vegetable market not far from Jingchun Garden, which was about a fifteen-minute walk away. The two walked there and naturally held hands.
The cameraman followed with a camera. Jiang Ling thought that they could record the video themselves with a small camera, otherwise it would be too conspicuous and would disturb ordinary people. However, for the sake of better filming effect, the production team did not agree, so Jiang Ling had to give up.
They didn't arrive early. When they arrived at their destination at ten o'clock, there were not many people in the market.
The two of them chose vegetables and meat, looked at the seafood, walked and stopped, and were very comfortable.
A post-interview has been added here to ask questions to the two people.
"Are you usually like this?"
Jiang Ling: "Yes, very casually."
"Do we have many opportunities to go grocery shopping together like this?"
Jiang Ling thought for a moment and replied, "Quite a lot, but less when he's out at work or I'm at work. When he's at work, I go by myself, or take the kids with me. When I'm at work, he'll take the kids to school and buy groceries on the way."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhou Jingan, who smiled lightly and nodded, "Yes."
The two bought some fruits and vegetables, as well as a pound of pork ribs and shrimp. Because Jiang Ling said she wanted to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, Zhou Jing'an took the initiative to add a dish of braised prawns and stir-fried two vegetarian dishes, and the lunch menu was finalized.
Zhou Jing'an held the bag in one hand and held her hand with the other.
"Is it hot?"
Jiang Ling, wearing a sun-protective jacket, nodded, "A little."
"Then I'll make you a glass of watermelon juice when I get home. Add some ice cubes. I saved the recipe online yesterday," he said.
Jiang Ling nodded, "Okay, the watermelon I just picked must be very sweet."
The cameraman stood still, aiming the camera at the two people walking further and further away, chatting as they went.
As soon as summer began, Jiang Ling bought a juicer. Her cooking skills were not outstanding, but she was good at making juice. Later, Zhou Jingan also learned how to use it, and gradually he became the one who made the juice. Jiang Ling just ordered and tasted it.
Add watermelon pulp and two ice cubes, and a glass of watermelon juice is freshly brewed. Jiang Ling pouted, "Put a few more cubes in."
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