Lu Zhaolin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he looked away. He had never imagined that he would end up like this.
Song Qinghe didn't notice anything wrong with him. Instead, she walked to the well and prepared to draw some water for him.
Lu Zhaolin couldn't bear to let her do it, so he quickly went over to help: "You rest, I'll do it. What would you like to eat for lunch?"
Song Qinghe: "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just made something random."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhaolin's gaze softened even more.
She can even cook!
Lu Zhaolin's worried gaze swept over her hands; Song Qinghe clearly had never done that kind of rough work before.
"You rest, I'll come back and do it later."
"No need, I can't let you do everything. You've already helped me a lot."
Song Qinghe sincerely said that Lu Zhaolin would have to return to the army in the future. What would she do then? Who would help her?
She thought this to herself, and then she said it aloud.
Lu Zhaolin fell silent; what she said did make sense.
He was quite willing to take care of her and even stay with Song Qinghe all the time.
But his career meant he couldn't stay there for long; he had to go back to the army.
One advantage is that his base is on a small island not far away, so he can still come back when he takes a vacation.
Alternatively, Song Qinghe could visit him at his post when she had free time.
Lu Zhaolin thought this in his heart, but he couldn't bring himself to say it, mainly because the two of them hadn't known each other for very long.
It was clearly inappropriate for him to hastily invite Song Qinghe to his residence.
Moreover, she was a sent-down youth who had come to the countryside; without a letter of introduction, she wouldn't be able to leave the production brigade.
Unless they get married.
Lu Zhaolin realized what nonsense he was thinking and immediately banished those wild thoughts.
Getting married so soon after starting a relationship—even if he was willing, Song Qinghe probably wouldn't be.
They might even see me as an old rogue, which is absolutely unacceptable.
Song Qinghe didn't think too much about it, turned around and brought out the food, ready to eat.
"Comrade Lu, I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just made something. See if it suits your taste."
"It suits us perfectly, very well, extremely well."
Lu Zhaolin glanced at the food and immediately said that it suited his taste perfectly.
To be honest, if Song Qinghe hadn't been here, he would have just eaten whatever was available during his time off and would never have cooked a meal.
Moreover, Song Qinghe is a very skilled cook, and the dishes she makes are delicious and visually appealing.
Lu Zhaolin was overjoyed. His life was finally getting better, and he could actually eat meals cooked by his girlfriend.
He wasn't entirely satisfied with this title.
That's okay, take your time.
Song Qinghe was indeed worried that Lu Zhaolin wouldn't be used to the food, because the food in Shanghai tends to be sweet, while the food in Shandong is more flavorful with rich sauces and salt.
Fortunately, Lu Zhaolin wasn't a picky person, and he ate quite well.
Song Qinghe felt relieved and ate something herself; she was quite hungry after working all morning.
After they finished eating, Song Qinghe told Lu Zhaolin that the village chief had already taken her to school to register, and if she passed the exam, Lu Zhaolin wouldn't need to do any work for her.
Song Qinghe felt embarrassed. After all, they had just met, and he was helping her like this. It just didn't seem right.
Lu Zhaolin advised her not to rush.
He told Song Qinghe to read more books in her spare time, and he was confident that she would definitely pass the exam without any problem.
As for the matters in the fields, just leave them to him.
Anyway, he had nothing better to do, so he just used it to kill time.
Song Qinghe nodded, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
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