Chapter 184 He Donglai, come over and make a fire (1)
Song Qingqian got to know Jiang Rou's situation from Lin Yulan, and left after feeling relieved.
After a tense and exciting evening.
By this time the sky was already slightly dark.
On the island without any night lights, when the sunlight disappeared, the entire compound was plunged into the pitch-black night.
The road seemed dark and narrow.
Song Qingqian walked more carefully than usual, but also more relaxed.
It was like removing a stone from my heart, and I felt much better.
Even if she was not careful occasionally, her toes would still hit the protruding stones on the ground, but Song Qingqian was able to stabilize her center of gravity immediately after a slight stagger.
She is no longer the rich girl who would think about whether her shoes would be broken when she kicked a stone.
In every little bit of the day.
Song Qingqian thinks cloth shoes are actually pretty good too.
Simple, convenient, light and soft.
Comfortable and well fitting.
Song Qingqian walked briskly, and He Donglai followed behind her, looking absent-minded.
The man's face was immersed in the dim light, and the lenses of his glasses made it impossible to see the emotions on his face.
However, He Dong's gaze was always fixed at a distance behind Song Qingqian.
That is...Song Qingqian's shadow.
The faint moonlight casts a long shadow.
He Donglai remained calm, and as he walked behind Song Qingqian, he took care not to step on her shadow.
He kept close to the long shadow and walked side by side.
It was as if it was fulfilling a small wish in my heart.
The two of them walked straight into the house, and Song Qingqian's shadow disappeared. He Donglai was still a little dazed and did not raise his head at the first time.
To the extent that.
He Donglai looked dazed when he heard Song Qingqian's next words.
After walking into the house, Song Qingqian did not go back to her room immediately. Instead, she turned around and looked at He Donglai.
She asked aloud, "Do you want noodles?"
He Donglai was stunned.
He couldn't believe that Song Qingqian actually said this to him.
There was no third person in this room except him and Song Qingqian.
If not him, then who should I tell?
Song Qingqian found He Donglai's reaction funny and a little nervous.
The funny thing was that she had never seen He Donglai with such an expression before, as if he had heard a fairy tale.
Nervousness is...
It's just asking him if he wants to have some noodles.
Does he need to be so shocked?
Song Qingqian still felt a little embarrassed.
When strange emotions got out of Song Qingqian's control, she would subconsciously squint, raise the corners of her eyes, and slightly lift her chin, revealing an expression that seemed arrogant yet cold in the eyes of outsiders.
Others could only see her arrogance.
Little did she know that her heart was in chaos.
Song Qingqian secretly pinched her palms.
...Anyway, I've seen worse and more miserable looks, so it's no big deal if I'm just rejected.
...Then, ask again, ask again.
Song Qingqian thought about it in a messy way and made up his mind, so he spoke again.
"I'll give you something to eat, do you want to eat it?"
This time.
The phoenix eyes looked straight at He Donglai and asked again carefully, with every word expressing seriousness.
At this time, He Donglai had already come back to his senses.
"eat!"
He answered immediately, fearing that he would be a step late.
Eager.
loud.
It was like being called in a troop lineup, with a loud and crisp "Here" as the response.
This sound, in the quiet room with only two people in it, was like a bolt of thunder.
Both He Donglai and Song Qingqian were calmed down.
He Donglai: Something bad happened? Did she get scared?
Song Qingqian: Your answer is so serious, do you really want to eat it that much?
The two of them had their own thoughts in their minds. Because of the same nervous mood, they did not dare to look at each other, but tacitly avoided each other's eyes.
Song Qingqian held her bamboo basket in her hand and walked towards the kitchen.
He Donglai stood there in a daze for a while, but finally his eyes followed Song Qingqian's back and he silently approached the kitchen.
At the same time, he had another doubt in his mind.
That is...can she do it down there?
…
After Song Qingqian walked into the kitchen, she could feel the gaze following her like a shadow.
She took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.
Don’t be nervous. It’s just cooking some noodles. There’s nothing to be nervous about.
Song Qingqian comforted herself.
What Song Qingqian wants to make is noodles with scallion oil.
This noodle dish is the simplest one among all the dishes Jiang Rou taught her.
Jiang Rou had demonstrated it twice before.
Song Qingqian wrote down every step Jiang Rou took, both in her notebook and in her mind. It was clear and distinct, and there would be absolutely no mistakes.
As long as you follow the steps, there will be no problem.
And you don’t have to worry about it burning, because this noodle needs to be slightly burnt to be fragrant.
Not controlling the heat well and burning the ingredients are the most common reasons why Song Qingqian fails in cooking.
This surface perfectly avoids Song Qingqian's weakest point.
So...there's nothing to worry about!
In He Donglai's opinion.
He looked at Song Qingqian's back, but could not see the subtle and responsible expression on her face.
I don’t know why Song Qingqian bit her lips nervously again and again.
He just saw Song Qingqian put down the bamboo basket in an orderly manner, and then arranged the basket full of wild vegetables into different categories.
Song Qingqian looked careful while sorting these wild vegetables.
If you didn't know, you would think she was sorting her jewelry.
Finally, Song Qingqian picked up the most inconspicuous wild onion from a pile of wild vegetables.
Wild green onions are thin and long, with emerald green leaves and a thin, crooked part, not straight.
The green onion underneath is shaped like a small ball.
Like a little bean.
The difference between wild onions and ordinary onions lies in the round onion head.
[Illustration of the differences between wild green onions and scallions. ]
Secondly, the difference is the scent.
Wild scallions have a stronger and more fragrant flavor.
Song Qingqian simply sorted the wild onions and then put them in a basin of water to wash.
She stroked the green onions of the wild onions one by one with her long, slender fingers, washing away all the dirt that had stained them.
It has to be white and clean.
There are roots underneath the green onions.
The roots of wild onions are longer and denser than those of ordinary onions.
Song Qingqian remembered Jiang Rou saying that the roots could also be kept and could be eaten as long as they were washed thoroughly.
She washed it carefully as Jiang Rou said.
Song Qingqian changed the water again and again until there was no more mud or sand in the water used to wash the wild onions.
She took a large basin of wild onions in her hand and swung them vigorously.
Jiang Rou also said that one of the key points is to keep it dry and free of water.
Even if you can't shake it dry, use a clean towel to absorb all the moisture on the wild onions.
Song Qingqian followed the instructions.
She lowered her eyebrows and eyes, looking serious, focusing on every detail in front of her.
Wait until the wild onions are processed.
Song Qingqian stood up straight and once again noticed He Donglai's gaze.
During this time.
This man just stood outside the door, barely moving.
Do I have to keep watching like this?
Song Qingqian wrinkled her thin eyebrows.
Her eyes moved, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, and she said to He Donglai, "He Donglai, come over here and light the fire."