"Thank you, I'd be happy to," Rong Qing said, jumping over the short fence.
He looked into Lu Qingyan's eyes and said nostalgically, "It's been so long since I've tasted your cooking."
"I'm glad you like it." Lu Qingyan smiled and invited her in. She said, "I don't have any books for you to read right now, so why don't you go watch some TV? You know I cook very quickly, so you'll be able to eat right away."
"Qingyan, I'm not very hungry yet, you don't need to make so much for me." Rong Qing said, reaching into his pocket and handing Lu Qingyan a card: "Food money."
Lu Qingyan accepted it without any qualms.
While they were there, Rong Qing had been eating with her and had given her quite a bit of "food money." If she didn't accept it, he would send her more expensive gifts, which made Lu Qingyan even more embarrassed. Gradually, she became more and more comfortable accepting his food money.
An hour later, several dishes and half a pot of rice were served.
Seeing the familiar dishes, Rong Qing couldn't help but smile.
"Rong Qing, how long are you going to stay in Xia Country this time?" Lu Qingyan asked casually after taking a bite of rice.
"I haven't decided yet," Rong Qing replied. "I've already quit my job at the police station. Not long after you left, I ran into another incident and got a minor injury. My family doesn't want me to do this anymore. I don't have any work right now, but I still have some shares in the family company, so I'm not too worried about money. I can use this time to paint."
Rong Qing said casually, then asked Lu Qingyan, "I changed your picture, do you want to come and see it?"
Lu Qingyan said, "Let's look at it later, let's eat first."
"Alright, Qingyan, your cooking is still as good as ever," Rong Qing said with satisfaction.
"No way." Actually, this couldn't even compare to the feast prepared by Sister-in-law Lu, and Lu Qingyan was well aware of her own limitations.
Rong Qing praised it without reservation: "But I think it's the most delicious."
"As long as I still live here, you can come over for a meal. Whenever we meet in the future, I won't mind treating you to a meal again, I'm just worried that you might get tired of it someday."
"Even if I eat this for the rest of my life, I'll never get tired of it," Rong Qing said softly, though Lu Qingyan didn't quite hear him.
After finishing the meal, Lu Qingyan tidied up the house and went to Rong Qing's house. Lu Qingyan was also very curious about what Rong Qing would draw of her.
Rong Qing's home maintained its usual style, with black and white colors dominating every corner, giving the entire house a very serious feel.
However, after looking at it for a while, Lu Qingyan also quite liked this style.
When the snow-white Xuan paper was spread out in front of Lu Qingyan, she could hardly believe that the painting was actually done by Rong Qing!
When Rong Qing mentioned that he had drawn a painting, Lu Qingyan thought it was something like a sketch or an oil painting. But when Rong Qing actually took it out, Lu Qingyan was surprised to find that it was not what she had thought at all. Rong Qing had drawn a Chinese ink painting of Xia Kingdom, in which she was wearing a pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) surrounded by blooming flowers.
The flowers are very lifelike, yet with a touch of freehand style. The figure in the painting has a dot of vermilion between his brows, as if he is smiling, or perhaps he is sorrowful, and he holds a round fan in his hand, covering half of his face.
Lu Qingyan didn't know much about these things either. Over the years, what she did most was read a lot of business-related books for Rong Xu.
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