"Song Shiting, could you wash two more cloves of garlic for me?"
Hearing her voice, Song Shiting felt comfortable even if Ruan Qingling ordered him around.
"Okay." He replied, taking out two cloves of garlic.
The weather was slightly warm, and Ruan Qingling was already covered in sweat by the time she finished cooking.
Song Shiting later took over cooking, and he was also covered in sweat.
Ruan Qingling wiped her sweat with a towel when she saw Song Shiting carrying a bucket of water toward the small bathroom.
Ruan Qingling asked, "Aren't you going to finish your meal before you go wash up?"
Song Shiting's voice came through: "Wash it before you eat."
He was already on fire.
The atmosphere at home is really nice.
Ruan Qingling no longer argues with him, and whenever she walks by, he always smells a faint fragrance.
Even the image of that fair ankle I had just seen kept replaying in my mind.
He's not someone who hasn't eaten pork before, so even a simple gesture from Ruan Qingling now makes him fantasize.
I took a shower.
Song Shiting put on pants and walked out with his arms bare.
Ruan Qingling had just taken a bite of her food when she looked up and saw a walking embodiment of hormones.
His expression froze for a moment.
He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with well-defined and smooth muscle lines, and the scars on his body have faded a lot.
Ruan Qingling wasn't embarrassed at all and looked at him openly and generously.
Song Shiting has probably gotten used to Ruan Qingling's straightforward gaze by now.
He deliberately came out naked just now to attract her attention, since he later discovered that Ruan Qingling really liked looking at his body.
But he was injured at that time.
Even if you wanted to do something, it would be impossible.
Song Shiting sat down on the side and picked up his chopsticks.
Ruan Qingling asked him, "When the time comes, should we leave Yaya with Aunt Lan?"
After thinking for a moment, Song Shiting said, "Let's ask Aunt Lan what she thinks. If she's willing, we'll let Yaya stay."
After all, it's too much trouble to take such a young child out.
It's not really suitable either.
Ruan Qingling calculated the time and realized that it would be exactly the time when her training course ended.
Song Shiting said, "Let's eat. We can talk about these things in a few days. There's still time."
"Hmm." Ruan Qingling still didn't look away.
In this era where nothing is developed.
Without television or internet, having a handsome man to watch is not a bad thing.
Looking back now, the ancients' saying that "beauty is food for the eyes" is truly not without reason.
"Brother Song."
At that moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Zhao Anyan appeared at the doorway.
Song Shiting's brows furrowed immediately.
He grabbed the shirt in a flash and put it on.
Seeing his rapid movements, Ruan Qingling couldn't help but want to laugh.
When Zhao Anyan saw Song Shiting shirtless for the second time, she immediately said, "Brother Song, why are you in such a hurry? I've seen you shirtless before, you don't need to be shy."
The first time, Song Shiting was lying in the hospital bed, and he quickly pulled the blanket up to cover himself.
She said the same thing at that time.
Ruan Qingling's eyes instantly turned cold.
Zhao Anyan walked in, like a naive young girl.
He placed the gifts he had brought on the table and said, "Brother Song, my case has been solved, so I bought you some gifts."
The family that stole her things returned the money to her in cash.
The matter has come to a satisfactory conclusion.
Song Shiting had already buttoned up his shirt, his expression stern: "Just handle it well."
Zhao Anyan looked at the table.
"Brother Song, you guys are eating, but I haven't eaten yet."
Song Shiting said, "Let's go eat quickly."
Zhao Anyan looked hurt: "Seriously? I'm a guest, and you're kicking me out when I'm hungry?"
Song Shiting asked directly, "My family only cooks two bowls of rice. We didn't prepare any for you?"
Zhao Anyan immediately said in surprise, "How can you be full after eating only one bowl of rice? Let's go out to eat, it's my treat."
It must be that Ruan Qingling didn't cook. Otherwise, how could Song Shiting, a grown man, be full after eating just one bowl of rice?
But this bowl of rice...
She didn't see it clearly either.
Song Shiting used a large bowl, while Ruan Qingling used a small bowl.
One large bowl is equivalent to the amount of three small bowls.
When eating at home, Song Shiting likes to fill a bowl for Ruan Qingling and then fill a bowl for himself, so he doesn't have to run back and forth to get more food.
You can also add water to the pot earlier to soak it.
These are different lifestyles for different people.
But for Zhao Anyan, it seemed unbelievable.
Song Shiting: "Go eat by yourself. I'm tired and need to take a nap."
Zhao Anyan: "..."
She couldn't speak again.
Ruan Qingling said, "Miss Zhao, we all need to take a lunch break, I'm sorry."
Zhao Anyan was surprised that the couple spoke in unison, and feeling embarrassed, she had no choice but to leave.
She also cares about saving face.
But she won't give up on what she likes so easily.
Why does Ruan Qingling, a woman who can't do anything, cling to Song Shiting?
As Zhao Anyan left, Ruan Qingling raised an eyebrow slightly.
...
Before we knew it, it was time for the second exam, a practical test.
The test assesses basic qualities, including work discipline, teamwork, and work attitude, and also takes into account patient scores.
However, because the number of patients at the health center was already small, the practical tests were conducted in batches.
The groups were divided into groups of several people, with some scheduled for the morning and others for the afternoon, and the grouping was spread over three days.
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