Lin Xuanjiao looked at the lunch box in Song Yingan's hand and swallowed the saliva that was secreted uncontrollably from her mouth. She hadn't eaten anything for the whole morning and hadn't even had a sip of water.
Thinking about Song Yingan’s cooking skills, Lin Xuanjiao’s appetite was aroused.
Even after hearing what Song Yingan said, he didn't care at all: "It's okay, I trust your cooking skills, it will definitely taste good even if it's cold."
Song Yingan was a little worried, "Why don't I go home and heat it up. Eating it cold is not good for your health."
"It's okay, I don't care, don't worry! I've always been in good health and haven't had any problems. Besides, the weather is so hot now, maybe it's not cold yet! I'm too lazy to run around in this heat."
What Lin Xuanjiao didn't finish saying was that she would finish her meal early and go back to the Youth League Home to catch up on some sleep. As for the promise she had made yesterday to teach Song Ying'an, she had to apologize to him for the time being. Her health was the most important thing now, and she would only teach Song Ying'an after she recovered her spirits.
Song Ying'an was still a little hesitant and didn't want to give the food in his hands, which felt like it had already gone cold, to Lin Xuanjiao.
Lin Xuanjiao took the lunch box directly, leaving Song Yingan no time to stop her.
Lin Xuanjiao opened the lunch box and saw that it contained cold shredded chicken. Looking at this dish, Lin Xuanjiao looked at Song Yingan and was a little speechless: "Didn't you say it's not good to let it cool? Is this cold shredded chicken still hot?"
Hearing the confusion in Lin Xuanjiao's tone, Song Ying'an quickly spoke out what he meant, fearing that Lin Xuanjiao would think his brain wasn't working properly. "I'm talking about rice and chicken soup. Both of these things are hot. If they get cold, it's really bad for your health."
"You still have chicken soup?" Lin Xuanjiao really didn't expect that Song Ying'an could actually stew chicken.
Song Ying'an nodded: "I killed a chicken and stewed it. I used some of the stewed chicken to make a cold dish. I don't know if it suits your taste."
Lin Xuanjiao picked up a piece of shredded cold chicken with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. As soon as the shredded cold chicken entered her mouth, her eyes lit up.
She looked at Song Yingan, and every movement of her body showed that she liked this cold shredded chicken.
Looking at Lin Xuanjiao like this, Song Yingan's heart softened. Why is she so cute!
After taking a bite of cold shredded chicken, Lin Xuanjiao tasted the rice to see if it had gotten cold.
The result was just as Lin Xuanjiao said. With the current weather, the rice was indeed not cold yet. The current temperature was just right for Lin Xuanjiao, neither cold nor hot.
Seeing that Lin Xuanjiao said the rice was not cold, Song Ying'an quickly handed another lunch box to her and said, "Try this one. It contains the chicken soup I stewed. Since the rice is not cold, the chicken soup must be cold."
Lin Xuanjiao did not refuse and took the food box from Song Yingan without any hesitation. For Lin Xuanjiao, letting go of the good food would be disrespectful to herself.
Fortunately, she was not prone to obesity, otherwise Lin Xuanjiao couldn't imagine what kind of fat person she would become. After all, she had eaten a lot of food since she was a child.
After taking a sip of chicken soup, Lin Xuanjiao looked at Song Ying'an, who hadn't even started eating yet, and urged him, "Have you eaten yet? If not, eat early. It's not easy to be hungry. These dishes are still warm, so you can eat them anyway."
Lin Xuanjiao felt that Song Yingan had not eaten. After all, when she first arrived, Song Yingan's low blood pressure was so severe. It would be impossible for Song Yingan to eat in that state.
Song Ying'an then withdrew his gaze from Lin Xuanjiao and started eating his meal.
Both of them ate in silence during this meal. Lin Xuanjiao was too tired to chat, while the other was ready to keep his mouth shut because of what happened yesterday.
After Lin Xuanjiao finished eating the food Song Ying'an prepared for her, she touched her stomach and said with some resentment, "Please give me less rice in the future! Otherwise, I will feel full every day."
Song Ying'an looked at his lunch box and then at the lunch box in Lin Xuanjiao's hand. "It's the same for both of us. If I can finish it, you can definitely finish it too. Eating more is good for your health."
This was the first time Lin Xuanjiao felt that Song Ying'an's IQ was so useless. "Come on, you're a man who's already over 5 feet 4 inches tall. Who can compare to your appetite?"
Song Ying'an couldn't refute it, so he could only whisper: "Then I will pay attention next time and definitely won't give you more."
Lin Xuanjiao swallowed the last bite of rice in her mouth, which meant that today's lunch was over.
Looking at Song Ying'an, Lin Xuanjiao still found it hard to tell him to go back first and not teach him today. She felt very sorry for him at noon today, but her body was still holding on. A body that had not had enough sleep really could not bear it.
Thinking that she would have to continue to experience this torture tonight, Lin Xuanjiao felt hopeless. She really didn't want to stay in the Youth League Home anymore. Was there no better way?
The village does not allow outsiders to build houses and there are no extra houses. Where else can she stay except to continue staying in the educated youth compound? But thinking about the torture at night makes Lin Xuanjiao tired.
As she was thinking, Lin Xuanjiao suddenly came up with an idea to move out of the Youth League Home. Although this idea seemed unreliable to most people, it was Lin Xuanjiao's idea to move out of the Youth League Home quickly.
That is to get married. If you get married, you won’t have to suffer in the educated youth home anymore.
Just thinking about getting married makes Lin Xuanjiao feel overwhelmed. She has high standards, and it is difficult for her to find someone who suits her taste in this place just because of her demanding appearance.
Although Lin Xuanjiao wanted to get married and move out of the Youth League Home as soon as possible, it did not mean that she would just find a man to marry at random, as that would be irresponsible to herself.
Thinking about these things in her mind, Lin Xuanjiao's eyes unconsciously looked at Song Yingan. She was a little interested in this person, but she didn't know what he looked like.
If she was good-looking, Lin Xuanjiao felt that marrying Song Yingan would be a good idea. She could cook and had a big house, so she wouldn't have to worry about not being able to sleep.
I just don't know if I can ask Song Yingan to take off the cloth covering his face now.
Seeing Lin Xuanjiao staring at him, Song Ying'an felt a little uneasy. He asked carefully, "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?"
Lin Xuanjiao continued to stare at Song Ying'an without looking away even when Song Ying'an spoke. She spoke whatever she was thinking about: "I was just wondering what you look like."
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