Made of meat and starch? Lin Xuanjiao imagined meatballs, and when she thought of them, she asked directly, "Are they meatballs?"
Song Ying'an shook his head. "It's not meatballs. It's very different from meatballs. Smooth meat doesn't need to be chopped very finely."
After all, Lin Xuanjiao had never eaten this kind of smooth meat, and no matter how hard she tried to imagine it, she couldn't imagine it. "Then I have to try it tonight."
"Don't worry, I can still make smooth meat."
Lin Xuanjiao smiled and said, "I really believe in your cooking skills! After all, your food is so delicious. It's the best I've had here. Even the chefs at state-owned restaurants can't compare to you."
Listening to Lin Xuanjiao's praise, Song Ying'an was very happy. "If you like it, I'll make more for you."
"Great! This way I won't have to worry about not having enough to eat here in the future."
Song Ying'an suddenly felt that his cooking skill was extremely useful. If he couldn't cook, his interaction with Lin Xuanjiao might not have been so deep.
He developed his cooking skills by himself. When he was a child, he was alone and no one took care of him. When he was hungry, he would just eat something to fill his stomach. He had eaten raw sweet potatoes and wild vegetables, which caused him to have poor stomach.
Later, when he grew up a little and knew how to cook, he started to think about how to make the food taste better so that he could eat more.
It was because of this skill that Lin Xuanjiao was able to have contact with him.
It seems that he still needs to think about how to make the food more delicious in the future, Song Yingan thought secretly in his heart.
Lin Xuanjiao found a place for herself to eat later. She was in a very happy mood and had no mood to be depressed. She had come to this world and could not go back. Thinking about the things in the previous world would only increase her sadness.
On the way down the mountain with Song Ying'an, Lin Xuanjiao suddenly heard the rustling sound of someone talking. Hearing this, Lin Xuanjiao hurriedly grabbed Song Ying'an who was still walking.
Song Ying'an's arm was pulled and he didn't move forward. He looked at Lin Xuanjiao's actions in confusion. Even without saying anything, Lin Xuanjiao could feel the doubt coming from him.
Lin Xuanjiao made a hushing gesture with her finger and pointed to the right to indicate that something was happening over there.
Song Ying'an was a little puzzled. He also heard the noise over there, but it was far away from the way they were going down the mountain. Even if they went down the mountain, they would not be discovered by the people over there. Why was Lin Xuanjiao so cautious?
Lin Xuanjiao thought Song Ying'an didn't understand what he meant, so she leaned over to Song Ying'an, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, "There's someone talking over there. Let's go over and see what's going on."
Lin Xuanjiao didn't know what else to do here except join in the fun, so it was nice to listen to some gossip to kill time.
Because Lin Xuanjiao was very close to Song Yingan, Song Yingan could smell the unique fragrance of Lin Xuanjiao. This fragrance made his brain go blank and he didn't hear clearly what Lin Xuanjiao said.
Seeing that Song Ying'an didn't even react, Lin Xuanjiao patted Song Ying'an on the shoulder and said, "Song Ying'an, did you hear what I said?"
Song Ying'an held his breath and tried his best not to smell the fragrance on Lin Xuanjiao's body. At the same time, he looked to the other side so that he could not see Lin Xuanjiao. This way, he could barely concentrate on listening to what Lin Xuanjiao said.
When she heard Song Ying'an hum, Lin Xuanjiao knew that Song Ying'an didn't hear what she had just said. She wondered if Song Ying'an had too much cloth wrapped around his head, causing his hearing to be not very good.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuanjiao moved closer to Song Ying'an, her lips touching the cloth covering his ear. "I say, let's go see what's going on, okay?"
Song Ying'an only felt a soft object pressed against his ear. Even though his ear was wrapped in cloth, the numbing feeling still existed.
Feeling something strange about himself, Song Yingan stiffened his body and nodded.
Lin Xuanjiao noticed the tense body of her subordinate. She touched it with some confusion. It was obviously not so stiff just now. What happened?
Seeing that Lin Xuanjiao was about to ask more questions, Song Ying'an quickly changed the subject, "Let's go and see!"
After saying that, he strode towards the source of the sound, looking as if something was chasing him.
Lin Xuanjiao stepped forward cautiously and warned quietly, "Be careful, don't let anyone see you."
Hearing Lin Xuanjiao's words, Song Ying'an hurriedly lowered his footsteps, trying not to make any noise.
Seeing that Song Ying'an listened to her, Lin Xuanjiao felt relieved. She was actually quite gossipy, and she wanted to see who was so mysterious as to run into the mountains and talk in the middle of the day.
As they got closer to their destination, Lin Xuanjiao pulled Song Ying'an to hide behind a big tree. There were bushes all around, which was a perfect place to hide.
Because Song Ying'an was too tall, Lin Xuanjiao could only ask Song Ying'an to squat down a little to avoid being discovered by others.
This time, Song Ying'an also listened to Lin Xuanjiao and immediately squatted down obediently.
Because both of them were hiding behind a big tree, their bodies were inevitably touching each other. In addition, Lin Xuanjiao asked Song Ying'an to squat down, which made their bodies pressed tightly together.
Song Ying'an only felt that his whole body was hot and he seemed to be sweating. He could feel the sweat flowing through his body, but Lin Xuanjiao was still unaware of it. She didn't feel uncomfortable at all about her body being in close contact with a man, as if she didn't regard him as a man.
Thinking of this, Song Ying'an breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Lin Xuanjiao's expression, he knew that she didn't understand matters between men and women. Song Ying'an didn't understand it at first either. Since he often went up the mountain to look for wild animals, he would often encounter many wild mandarin ducks. In this situation, Song Ying'an would not continue to move, but could only stay where he was and wait for the excitement to be over. In this way, he would have to know even if he didn't want to know.
Song Ying'an didn't care at all who was over there or what they were doing, because it was already difficult for him to resist the feeling in his body, and he had no energy to care about other things.
Lin Xuanjiao was concentrating on observing the people opposite her. Because they were very close, she could see their faces and hear their voices clearly.
The man had a simple and honest face and looked like an honest man. The woman had fair skin, and the most striking feature of her face was her slightly upturned fox eyes. There was a mole under her fox eyes, which made her ordinary appearance look a little more colorful.
Lin Xuanjiao could hear the conversation between the two of them very clearly.
"You bastard, look at you, you can't sit still for a moment, and now you're so impatient to come to me."
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