Song Ying'an stopped in his tracks when Lin Xuanjiao called out to her. Lin Xuanjiao seemed even more beautiful today than yesterday.
She was wearing a long red dress, which was so dazzling that it seemed to be glowing under the sunlight. She stood there, smiling and waving at herself.
The scene was so beautiful that Song Ying'an didn't dare to go forward. He was afraid that everything in front of him was a dream, and if he went forward, the dream would disappear.
Seeing Song Ying'an hesitate, Lin Xuanjiao walked directly to his side and patted his shoulder: "What are you thinking about! It's time to come back to your senses."
Looking into Lin Xuanjiao's eyes, Song Ying'an didn't dare to meet her gaze, nor did he dare to speak his heart out. He was afraid that Lin Xuanjiao would stay away from him after knowing it.
"Nothing, just wondering if today's food suits your taste."
Hearing about the delicious food, Lin Xuanjiao's attention immediately shifted. She looked at Song Ying'an and asked curiously, "Are you ready?"
Song Ying'an turned his head and looked away, trying not to notice Lin Xuanjiao. "Yeah! I made it at home."
Lin Xuanjiao nodded, "I thought you would do it here!"
"It's not convenient to cook here. Baking is okay, but not for other things."
Song Ying'an walked over to where they had eaten yesterday, looked at Lin Xuanjiao and said, "Please sit down first!"
Lin Xuanjiao returned to the wooden stool where she had been before, looking at the two wooden boxes in Song Yingan's hands. She was very curious about what delicious food Song Yingan had made today. Lin Xuanjiao had already seen Song Yingan's cooking skills yesterday, so she was so looking forward to it.
Feeling Lin Xuanjiao's burning gaze, Song Ying'an sat stiffly on another wooden block, then handed the wooden box to Lin Xuanjiao. Afraid that she would dislike it, he quickly said, "I made this wooden box last night, and I've washed it many times."
Lin Xuanjiao paused as she was about to respond. She really hadn't thought about it that much, but Song Ying'an's words also made her feel at ease. "Song Ying'an, I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful. Thank you so much."
"You're welcome."
Song Ying'an happened to see Lin Xuanjiao's smiling face and immediately lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at that smile for too long for fear of falling into it. In his current situation, how could he dream of such a bright and clear Lin Xuanjiao?
He knew that there would be no good outcome between the two of them, but he couldn't help but get closer to her. He would be satisfied even if he just looked at her one more time.
This kind of feeling was something he had never experienced before. He knew clearly that he shouldn't do it, but he still allowed himself to fall into it consciously.
Song Ying'an clenched his palms, and when he thought of his own thoughts, he dared not look at Lin Xuanjiao. What a despicable thought it was. He knew that his situation in the village was difficult, but he still couldn't help getting close to Lin Xuanjiao.
If people found out that Lin Xuanjiao was close to him, would the villagers treat her the same way they treated him? Thinking about how those people would treat Lin Xuanjiao, Song Ying'an felt a pang of pain in his heart.
Isn't this strange? They had just officially met yesterday, so why did his heart feel so bad for her? Song Ying'an thought about this for a long time without saying anything.
Lin Xuanjiao had just asked Song Ying'an what delicious food he had made. Seeing that he hadn't replied, she waved her hand in front of him and said, "What are you thinking about? Time to focus. Why are you so absent-minded today?"
Song Ying'an, brought back to his senses, looked at Lin Xuanjiao, his voice filled with guilt. "I'm so sorry I was distracted just now. Can you please repeat what you were saying?"
Seeing Song Ying'an's sincere tone, Lin Xuanjiao didn't mind him being distracted while chatting with her. "I was asking what delicious food you made."
Although she could see what the food was by opening the lid of the wooden box, Lin Xuanjiao still wanted to know in advance.
Seeing that Lin Xuanjiao was asking this question and not something else that was difficult for him to answer, Song Yingan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "I made egg fried rice. I don't know if you like it."
When she heard about egg fried rice, Lin Xuanjiao's eyes lit up. She used to like to eat egg fried rice in her previous home, but the egg fried rice she had eaten before had a lot of ingredients added to it, making it a deluxe version of egg fried rice.
I don’t know which one tastes better, the fried rice in my hand or the one she had eaten before.
Lin Xuanjiao couldn't wait to open the lunch box, and she saw golden rice mixed with many pieces of meat, chopped vegetables, and some chopped green onions sprinkled on top. It looked delicious.
Lin Xuanjiao noticed that there was a groove on the edge of the lunch box, and a pair of wooden chopsticks were placed inside. Lin Xuanjiao picked up the chopsticks and knew that they were polished extremely smoothly.
Lin Xuanjiao held the pair of wooden chopsticks and stared at Song Ying'an, unable to contain her curiosity. "Did you make these wooden chopsticks last night?"
Song Yingan nodded, "Don't worry, we did it last night. I've washed it many times, so I guarantee it's clean."
Lin Xuanjiao couldn't help but burst out laughing as she watched Song Ying'an repeatedly emphasize the importance of cleanliness. "Song Ying'an, you're so adorable! That's not why I'm asking you this. Is it necessary to emphasize it so many times?"
When Song Ying'an heard Lin Xuanjiao praise him for being cute, he wanted to retort. He was already twenty years old, no longer cute, and Lin Xuanjiao couldn't say that to him. But it was Lin Xuanjiao who was saying that! This made Song Ying'an secretly happy. He felt that being called cute was no big deal, as long as Lin Xuanjiao was happy.
After Lin Xuanjiao had laughed enough, she gave Song Ying'an a thumbs-up and said, "Song Ying'an, you're amazing. You prepared all this so clearly in just one night."
Song Ying'an lowered his head in praise of Lin Xuanjiao's straightforward words. He didn't know what to say, so he simply didn't say anything.
Lin Xuanjiao didn't plan to wait for Song Ying'an to speak. After praising Song Ying'an, Lin Xuanjiao picked up the wooden chopsticks and prepared to eat. But she was so hungry. She hadn't even had breakfast this morning!
As soon as she took a bite, Lin Xuanjiao's eyes lit up. This egg fried rice was truly amazing! The rice was chewy, not mushy, and mixed with the salty and fragrant meat and juicy chopped vegetables. Lin Xuanjiao took a bite and felt her soul sublime.
What does Song Yingan look like? How can she cook so well at such a young age? She thinks that if she is allowed to set up a stall now, Song Yingan will be able to make a lot of money with her fried rice.
What is this salty and fragrant meat? It tastes so good. As she was eating, Lin Xuanjiao wanted to ask another question: "Song Yingan, what kind of meat is this? It tastes so good!"
Song Ying'an didn't even raise his head, just concentrated on poking the fried rice in his wooden box.
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