Chapter 35 Returning His Kindness
Qiao Suluo just felt that Que Hongjin's eyes were so bewitching at this moment.
His eyes were extremely gentle. When he looked down at her, they were like the rippling moonlight, mixed with a hint of charm, and there seemed to be a hint of deep meaning hidden in the charm.
Qiao Su Luo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she quickly changed the subject: "Ah, I mean, I have been cooking a lot these days."
When saying this, Qiao Su Luo quickly avoided Que Hongjin's gaze and stopped looking at him.
Afraid he'd notice something.
Que Hongjin looked at her through the candlelight and could clearly see the changes in her expression in her eyes and eyebrows, with a hint of guilt and panic as if her secret had been discovered.
Que Hongjin's expression changed, and the frozen coldness in his eyes seemed to be melting a little.
What was she like in the past?
Now she is thinner and her skin is whiter. Although he doesn't know how she did it, she doesn't want to say it, so he pretends not to know and doesn't ask any more questions.
At this moment, Qiao Suluo was distracted while cutting noodles and accidentally cut her finger.
"ah!"
My fingers started bleeding all of a sudden.
Que Hongjin's face suddenly changed. He hurriedly grabbed her hand and quickly pressed a certain place on her finger to help her stop the bleeding. Then he took out a clean handkerchief to bandage her.
Fortunately, the wound was relatively small, and the bleeding stopped after quick pressure and bandage.
Seeing that her fingers had stopped bleeding, Que Hongjin breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Leave these to me to cut from now on."
Don't let him or her cut her hand again.
"It's just a minor wound, actually."
"Be good, I'll do it."
Having said that, Que Hongjin insisted that Qiao Su Luo go to the side to rest, while he picked up the knife and started cutting noodles.
The hibiscus is cut quickly and well.
Watching his movements, Qiao Su Luo felt that every move he made was noble, elegant and ethereal.
Her already outstanding face became even more elegant under the candlelight, like the moonlight on the water, attracting people in every way.
If such a person's wings had not been broken, he could still be the Peacock Master in the capital.
Thinking of this, Qiao Su Luo sighed softly.
Que Hongjin had just finished cutting the noodles and asked her, "Do your fingers hurt?"
Qiao Su Luo shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt, and it's not bleeding anymore. I'll get some ointment and apply it."
As she spoke, Qiao Su Luo went into her room, quietly took out some medicine from the medicine box and wiped her finger, and the wound healed quickly.
When she returned to the kitchen, she started making noodles.
Bai Qianluo took the initiative to help light the fire while making clear soup noodles.
The clear soup noodles were ready soon, with fried eggs and rapeseed added.
There was a thunderstorm outside, and the three people were eating hot noodles in the kitchen. Their bodies seemed to be warmed by the noodles.
Qiao Su Luo found that both Que Hongjin and Bai Qianluo ate noodles silently and elegantly.
She likes to eat noodles in big mouthfuls, which makes some noise. Now she feels a little embarrassed. "Did I disturb you guys?"
Que Hongjin reached out and gently touched her hair and said, "No, listening to the sound of you eating makes me more hungry."
Bai Qianluo also added softly: "Well, no."
If it were her in the past, she would never care about what any of them thought or viewed.
"Is that delicious?"
Quehongjin's picturesque eyes smiled and said, "Mm, it's delicious."
Bai Qianluo nodded.
After hearing this, Qiao Su Luo smiled and said, "Then if you have any food you want to eat, you can tell me."
"For example, if you miss some food from the capital, I can make it."
Que Hongjin's picturesque eyes darkened, taking on a deep, dark color. "There's nothing I want to eat. Any food my wife cooks is better than anything in the capital."
There was nothing in the capital city that made him miss it.
When talking about the capital, a dark color seemed to pass across Bai Qianluo's cold eyebrows, but he didn't say much.
After dinner, Que Hongjin and Bai Qianluo didn't ask Qiao Su Luo to do anything, so they asked her to go to rest early while they cleaned up the dishes and tidied the kitchen.
After Qiao Su Luo returned to her room, she lay down on the bed without resting.
The system said: "Host, do you have something on your mind?"
"I'm thinking about how to be nicer to Que Hongjin and Bai Qianluo."
If it was just because of the mission before, now she really wants to be nicer to them.
If someone is kind to her, she is willing to repay them several times over.
The system said, "That's easy. Just give a gift. You can give a book. Que Hongjin loves books the most."
When talking about books, Qiao Suluo's expression changed and her face turned pale.
She suddenly remembered what her previous life had done.
In today's world, books are very expensive and most people cannot afford to buy them. Only some wealthy families have rich collections of books.
When Que Hongjin married her previous life, she actually brought a box of books as a dowry, and those were actually rare copies.
However, in order to vent his disgust and dissatisfaction with them, his predecessor burned all the books that Que Hongjin brought.
It was burned in front of him.
Through the memories of her previous life, she saw Que Hongjin's pale face and dim eyes at that time. His figure was so lonely and cold at that moment.
Thinking of this, Qiao Suluo's heart trembled.
How could my predecessor treat Que Hongjin like this? He clearly did nothing wrong.
Qiao Su Luo immediately entered the Space Mall and asked the system, "Are there any books from this world in the Space Mall?"
"These are the books that my predecessor once burned."
Those books that Que Hongjin cherishes very much.
The system said, "Yes, one book costs 20 points. The host has more than 100 points left. Do you want to buy a book?"
The system quickly opened the book interface for Qiao Su Luo, which contained books from different eras.
Some of the books are just like the written books of this era.
Qiao Su Luo saw these books and they were exactly the same as the books in her memory. "Let's buy five first."
Qiao Su Luo clicked to buy, and instantly she had five more books in her hands.
Qiao Suluo hesitated for a moment, then took the five books and knocked on the door of Que Hongjin's room.
When Que Hongjin heard the knock on the door, he said gently, "Come in."
He is copying books at the table.
This was a job he had found an opportunity to take over the past two days. Books were precious, and bookstores made money by selling hand-copied books. With his former reputation and handwriting, he could earn one or two taels of silver for copying a book.
This way, Qiao Su Luo would probably have less trouble.
When Qiao Su Luo came in, she saw Que Hong Jin sitting at the table, writing with his wrist suspended in the air, his expression focused, as beautiful as jade and as immortal as a fairy.
Through the candlelight, she saw his handwriting. Every word was as beautiful as a carefully crafted work of art.
No wonder people say that the ancients' calligraphy is beautiful. Only when you see it with your own eyes will you know how beautiful it is.
Que Hongjin looked up just after finishing a word, and then he saw Qiao Suluo.
His picturesque eyes revealed a hint of surprise, "Why is my wife here?"
Qiao Su Luo calmed herself down, handed over the five books in her hand and said, "I was wrong to burn your books before, but I didn't burn them all. These are the books I secretly hid at that time. I'm returning them to you."
"As for the books I burned before, it was indeed my fault. I will collect them all for you."
Whether buying from the space mall or from an outside bookstore, she would collect them all for him.
Que Hongjin looked at the book she handed over, and a deep undercurrent seemed to surge in the depths of his eyes.
At this moment, the ice in my heart seemed to break inch by inch, as if the spring snow was melting, and my long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, revealing a clear and fine stream of light.
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