"Why didn't Mr. Shen go to get the food? I got it for you. It's too heavy for you to carry by yourself." Meng Xiao came back carrying two bags of food.
Shen Qingli quickly gave way to him
"Thank you so much, Meng Zhiqing. I was just packing up and didn't have time to go get it. Thank you." Shen Qingli said as he put the dishes, chopsticks, rags and other kitchen supplies in their proper places.
"Meng Zhiqing, you didn't bring a bowl, did you? I brought a lot, I can share some with you."
"Thank you, I'll give you whatever you want," Meng Xiao said as he was about to take out the money.
"Why pay? They're just a few bowls and plates. We'll all live under the same roof from now on. If you give me money, I won't let you use them." Shen Qingli pretended to be angry, pouting slightly.
Meng Xiao glanced at her lips, turned his head slightly away and spoke again with a tight voice: "Okay, I won't give it to you."
"Today is our first day living here, so let me cook and show you my cooking skills," Shen Qingli suggested.
"I'll light the fire." Meng Xiao nodded. "I can also help you."
He came here on a mission, so he shouldn't have bothered with her too much, but he quickly agreed.
"Okay," she didn't refuse.
Shen Qingli went to the room and took out canned meat, bacon, rice and other ingredients from the package, and took out seasonings and some long-lasting foods such as potatoes from the space. If Meng Zhiqing asked later, he would just say that they were sent in the package.
While Shen Qingli was preparing the ingredients, he took the dishes she had prepared and washed them in a basin.
Her technique of cutting vegetables was particularly beautiful, attracting Meng Xiao's attention.
Such skill made him feel a little distressed. Her fingers were white, tender, and slender, and it was impossible for her to pick up a kitchen knife, which was stained with the smell of fireworks. But if the educated youth who went to the countryside didn't cook, how could they have food to eat?
"Good knife skills," he praised sincerely.
Shen Qingli paused while cutting vegetables. "No one cooks for me, so I have to feed myself."
"Don't your parents usually cook?"
Meng Xiao felt strange. From her words, behavior, clothing, and even her tender white fingers, she looked like a girl who had been raised in wealth. She had no shortage of money and her mother prepared so many things for her. She didn't look like a child who was left unattended.
Shen Qingli felt a little dazed when he thought about living alone in an orphanage in his previous life.
Coming back to his senses, he smiled and said, "I'm just kidding, I just love cooking! Mom and Dad don't usually let me do any work."
Meng Xiao saw her calm gaze, and for some reason, his heart ached. He felt that at that moment, her eyes held an emotion he couldn't understand.
For the first time in his life, he desperately wanted to understand someone.
Shen Qingli's cooking was truly delicious. Despite the limited ingredients, he still managed to create three dishes and a soup. By the end, not even the soup was left. A hint of embarrassment crossed Meng Xiao's tanned face.
After dinner, Meng Xiao took the initiative to wash the dishes
"Brother Meng, could you please help me install a few nails by the window? I want to hang a curtain, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well." Shen Qingli tilted his head and smiled quietly.
"Yeah!" he replied.
"I'll give you the nails, but I don't have a hammer, so I'll go pick up a stone." Shen Qingli stretched out his palm and saw a few old-fashioned long nails inside.
Meng Xiao lowered his eyes and looked at her outstretched hand. It was so small, and there were several long nails lying quietly in the palm of her hand. He reached out and gently picked up the nails.
From the moment his fingertips touched her palm, he felt his heart pounding. A surge of electricity rushed to his head. His fingers curled unconsciously as he watched Shen Qingli walk to the corner to pick up a stone.
Electricity is not yet widely available in rural areas, and only the brigade headquarters has electricity. Every household in the village still uses kerosene lamps or candles. The light in the house is not very bright, but through the dim light, Meng Xiao saw that the neatly arranged room was full of warmth.
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