Does this still work?
"It's just a matter of convenience..." Liu Xia's eyebrows curved up at the praise, a smile appeared at the corner of his eyes, and even the dimple on his right cheek that was usually hidden deep came out: "It's not that difficult to catch."
Song Xuan had been staring at Liu Xia intently, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw her beaming smile. Reaching out to pick up Hao Feiyang, he took the opportunity to rest his forehead against her trembling shoulder, saying, "You're so good that you can catch her so easily."
"You two, should I cover my eyes?"
Both of his arms were removed, and he was being tossed around like a sack. Hao Feiyang looked at the extremely ambiguous atmosphere between the two with mixed feelings, and couldn't help but complain.
Song Xuan glared at Hao Feiyang, then lifted his old rival, who was tied up like a dumpling, onto his shoulder and warned him in a low voice, "If you make any more noise, I'll tie you to the roof of the car!"
Liu Xia felt a little embarrassed by this teasing. He coughed lightly and walked towards the jeep. He jumped into the passenger seat in a few steps and said, "Let's get out first. We'll treat him properly when we get to the place."
Song Xuan nodded gently, carried the man to the rear of the car, lifted the heavy trunk with one hand, and threw Hao Feiyang into the trunk like throwing away garbage.
Hao Feiyang groaned from being thrown down, but he was still smiling: "Be gentle, I'm a wounded soldier."
Song Xuan slammed the trunk shut, turned around and sat in the driver's seat, took off the protective cover, and handed the food he had prepared long ago to Liu Xia. Seeing that she looked a little tired from running around for two consecutive days, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
"You should eat something and get some sleep first. We can go straight to the main assembly point. Even though the selection ended early, we still need to go there to sort out the results of the past two days."
Liu Xia had already taken off the protective mask at this time. When he turned around, he saw the rice ball as big as three fists handed to him. His eyes immediately lit up and he nodded happily.
I didn't expect that I could eat rice balls in this desolate and heavily polluted area. Although I had eaten the added-ingredient breakfast made by Hao Feiyang in the morning, that thing tasted good, but it contained anesthetics after all, so it was not very delicious.
If it weren't for her special physique now, which could even absorb nuclear radiation and turn it into energy for her use, and her body was struggling to repair itself while the anesthetic was taking effect in her body, it would probably take a big fight for this to stop.
When Liu Xia reached out to take the huge packaged rice ball, their fingers inevitably touched each other. She looked at Song Xuan's smiling profile, and her heartbeat accelerated slightly. She didn't know if it was because of the high temperature in the car or what, but her ears were stained with a hint of red.
But to be honest, Song Xuan looked very different in the military-style protective suit than when he usually wore the purple one. In her mind, he looked even more handsome, and his already sculptured face looked even more powerful and handsome, even adding a touch of abstinence.
Song Xuan held the steering wheel with both hands and looked at her sideways: "If we take the main road, we can be out in two hours. Xia, take your time eating."
"This rice ball smells pretty good." The moment their eyes met, Liu Xia looked away somewhat unnaturally, fiddling with the protective film on the rice ball in his hand, trying to focus on his hands and hide the inexplicable throbbing. "Did you make this?"
Song Xuan, who had been paying close attention to Liu Xia's reaction, naturally caught on to her unusual mood. He calmly turned the key to start the car, lowered his head, pursed his lips, and smiled, "I don't have that skill. If you try it, you'll be able to tell it's Uncle Wu's cooking from the noodle shop."
"We just got the notice this morning that the tryouts were ending early. We all had to gather within the allotted time and leave at the same time. I know you like Uncle Wu's braised pork, so I woke him up early to make it before the deadline. I made the rice ball, though, so it might not look very pretty."
"Uncle Wu must hate you to death for disturbing his sleep so early in the morning." Liu Xia poked Song Xuan's right arm with her fingertips and couldn't help laughing.
The touch of the hard metal prosthesis between Liu Xia's fingers reminded her of the time when Song Xuan had to have his arm amputated due to an injury when he was a child, and she felt sad.
Even Liu Xia hadn't noticed. Perhaps it was the pinky promise they made late at night, or perhaps it was the two of them standing firm together in the medical cabin. In short, her feelings for Song Xuan had unknowingly grown.
Song Xuan stared at the road ahead, but from time to time he glanced at Liu Xia beside him, with a smile on his lips and no words.
But in my heart, I only care about Liu Xia eating well and having enough food, and I don’t care about anything else.
Liu Xia opened the outer layer of plastic wrap while speaking. Although the rice ball was a little cold, she could still smell the aroma of braised pork, which was floating into her nose through the outer layer of rice soaked in soup.
From the solid shape of the rice, it can be seen that there is really no technique involved.
When I took a bite, I first tasted the rice soaked in the soup, mixed with half a piece of tender braised pork. It was soft, sweet and a little salty, and the taste was fat but not greasy. It was so delicious that it was indescribable. There was no fishy taste at all because it was a little cold.
Liu Xia did not gobble it up just because it was delicious. She still followed her own habit, chewing the rice slowly, bite by bite, and slowly finished the huge rice ball into her stomach.
She had always had a big appetite in the wasteland world. If this rice ball were replaced with her appetite in the real world, it would probably take her two days to digest it. Now it is only enough for one meal.
"This taste is so familiar. It feels like I haven't eaten it in a long time." Liu Xia's eyes revealed deep longing.
The reason why she likes Uncle Wu's cooking in the noodle restaurant is because the food has the taste of her mother's cooking. Although it is only 50% similar to be exact, it is also the familiar taste that Liu Xia has been eating since she was a child.
Song Xuan frowned slightly when he heard this, and a hint of heartache appeared on his originally smiling face. He controlled the jeep with one hand on the steering wheel, and held Liu Xia's hand with the other hand and squeezed it gently.
"If you like it, I'll go find Uncle Wu and learn how to make it for you every day. Even if we leave Black Gold City, you can still eat it whenever you want."
"I'm a quick learner. I can master a dish like braised pork in a day. I'll learn a few more dishes from Uncle Wu later, and I guarantee you won't get tired of them. As for the ingredients, I know how to get them and where to find them, so don't worry."
Song Xuan's words warmed Liu Xia's heart, who was in a sad mood. She slowly held his hand back. Although the metal still felt cold to the touch, it did not hinder the warmth it brought to Liu Xia.
She looked at Song Xuan's profile quietly for a few seconds, then hummed softly.
The atmosphere between the two remained quiet for a while, until Liu Xia calmed down and let go of his hand. He lowered his head and pulled the tactical backpack at his feet to his side. With a "swish", he opened the black zipper on it and began to search.
After a while, she took out a square iron box from her tactical backpack. She found it on the road on her way back. She took out the cloth bag wrapped in waterproof cloth and held it in front of her. The mechanical heart inside was still beating slowly and regularly.
"Song Xuan, take a look..." Liu Xia carefully opened the waterproof cloth and held the mechanical heart wrapped inside in his palm as if he was dragging a fragile treasure.
She stared at the red light that pulsed regularly at the core, her fingertips gently brushing across the cracks on the metal surface where some crimson blood and blue liquid solidified. She asked uncertainly, "Take a look. Is this mechanical heart still usable?"
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