She's been so busy lately that she's neglected her poetry writing. Since Song Shiting is going to the stove, she'll just do her own thing!
However, Song Shiting took off his coat, wearing only a vest and exposing his arms as he stood by the stove. No matter which way you looked at him, he was a beautiful sight. Under such a view, Ruan Qingling suddenly had a burst of inspiration.
The pen scratched across the paper for a long time, then I looked up at Song Shiting again... and thought to myself, "His looks are quite a feast for the eyes."
Song Shiting noticed that Ruan Qingling was watching him while writing, and for some reason, he felt even more motivated to cook, suddenly finding himself full of inexhaustible energy.
After finishing the meal, Song Shiting was covered in sweat.
Ruan Qingling has also written a short poem.
She was very satisfied, put down her pen, and helped serve the food.
Song Shiting brought out the last bowl of soup, and the two of them ate.
Under Ruan Qingling's influence, Song Shiting is no longer as rough as before.
Before, as long as he had rice and vegetables, he could manage a meal. But ever since Ruan Qingling started insisting on having vegetables and soup with every meal, Song Shiting now cooks like her.
Ruan Qingling and Manyi had dishes on the table, but they didn't taste as good as what she made.
But it has a different meaning.
Song Shiting felt too hot to sit down and eat, so after setting out the food, he said to Ruan Qingling, "You eat first."
He went to take a shower.
Just like yesterday, but he seemed even wilder today. He was wearing green pants with a belt, which gave him a wild look. His muscles were clearly defined, and there were still water droplets on his stomach that he hadn't wiped off, which were dripping down his back...
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