Lu Zhaolin felt a warm glow in his heart as he watched Song Qinghe's actions; he knew all about her kindness.
However, Song Qinghe can't do everything.
Lu Zhaolin washed his hands and quickly went over to help.
When the two sat down to eat, they actually felt like they were living a normal life together.
The initial awkwardness gradually disappeared, and although the two didn't talk much, they seemed very close.
They seemed like a match made in heaven.
After the meal, Lu Zhaolin was in charge of washing the dishes and chopsticks, and also cleaned up the stove and removed all the trash.
After finishing these tasks, I rested in the yard for a while before going to work in the fields.
In the afternoon, Song Qinghe stayed at home alone to study; she loved reading.
In my past life, when I had nothing to do, I would stay at home and read books, whatever genre I liked.
I might be interested in this topic for a while, and then become interested in the next topic later.
With a desire to understand, Song Qinghe actually learned quite a lot.
Not only that, during his doctoral studies, he also helped a professor supervise graduate students and gave them formal lectures.
Therefore, the teaching demonstration part of the exam was not a big problem for her.
As long as Song Qinghe goes through the textbook once and reviews the materials Lu Zhaolin brought back, there shouldn't be any major problems.
She finally had some free time, so of course she had to make the most of it.
Otherwise, when Lu Zhaolin's leave ends and he returns to the unit, I'm afraid I'll have to get out of bed.
Song Qinghe didn't resist the idea, since she had already prepared herself mentally when she went to the countryside.
Who would want to suffer if they could enjoy a life of comfort?
She doesn't necessarily have to rely on work points to make a living.
As for taking leave, Song Qinghe originally came to the countryside to support rural development and settle down there.
If she were to get special treatment and keep taking leave, people would be envious even if she didn't have to do anything.
That will only make things more difficult for her.
Song Qinghe was a little annoyed, but she soon had no time to be annoyed.
Instead of thinking about those unnecessary things, it's better to focus on doing your own thing well.
As for the rest, just leave them all aside.
After all, there is a lot of content in elementary school Chinese. After calming down, Song Qinghe read faster and faster, and soon finished a book and put it aside.
And so, one book after another, an afternoon quickly passed.
Song Qinghe was so engrossed that she hadn't even started cooking when Lu Zhaolin returned.
Seeing him return, she immediately closed the book and prepared to cook.
Lu Zhaolin had finally found a chance to show off, so of course he wouldn't let her cook.
Soon, they took over the cooking duties.
They were determined not to let Song Qinghe get involved.
"You've been studying all day. Stand up and move around a bit, and look into the distance. It'll be better for your eyesight."
"Alright then, it's up to you!"
Song Qinghe didn't put on airs; if he wanted to do it, he could.
Lu Zhaolin's cooking skills were quite good; she couldn't forget it after eating it once.
Moreover, we can't let him develop this habit.
When that time comes, whenever cooking is mentioned, Lu Zhaolin will subconsciously assume that it is his responsibility.
The first rule for raising a good husband is to never spoil him.
Lu Zhaolin didn't think too much about it. Song Qinghe's skills were excellent, and he certainly couldn't be outdone.
Otherwise, what if Song Qinghe dislikes him later?
Lu Zhaolin was pondering what he could do to impress her when a shout came from the doorway:
"Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander—"
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