The secret buried with the fire.
She was left alone at a loss.
The feeling of exhaustion rises with the loss of control. She sighs gently and curls up on the bed.
The sun is like blood, and the night is gently shrouded from the coastline. Everything is covered with a thin veil. Tang Qing fell asleep in exhaustion, and finally Xiao Fengting came to push her awake.
Open one's eyes, the purpose is a man's familiar face, faster than reason, is her body's conditioned reflex.
She blocked his outstretched hand, and there was a look of fear and disgust on her face. Those strong emotions could not be covered up when she was relaxed, and now they poured out without resistance.
The man touched her line of sight, and his body was slightly stiff. He slowly took back his hand, stepped back, and kept a relatively far distance from her. He whispered in a soft voice: " I just want you to eat. "
Tang Qing's chest slowly ups and downs, she looked at the surrounding environment, the brain has received the surrounding information, she reflected that she is now in what place. She sat up slowly, her fingers holding her forehead, and when her mood stabilized, she looked up at the man standing in front of her.
The room has been completely dark, only the dim moonlight shining in from the door, reflecting the man's face a piece of obscurity. He stood stiffly not far away, lips slightly pursed, chin closed very tight, head down, look helpless, that look, look a little pathetic.
Tang Qing is not in the mood to take care of his sensitive and fragile mood. She asked in a cold voice, "is dinner ready?"
"Well." He answered in a hoarse voice, lowered his head and turned to the kitchen.
Tang Qing reached out to grab the crutch beside the bed, closed his eyes at the landing place, made psychological preparations, and stepped on it with one foot. When his body adapted to the pain, he opened his legs and slowly got out of bed.
Xiao Fengting brought out the fish and chicken that had just been made and put them on the only wooden pier in the room, which was picked up by Tang Qing outside. One wooden pier was decorated with two corners, one was a stool, the other was a table.
In this world, cooking is probably born. Tang Qing thinks that her cooking is not bad, but the ingredients she used to make fell into Xiao Fengting's hands, which is much more delicious than her cooking.
Although he became stupid, he inherited his cooking skills. The fish soup cooked by him was delicious, and the chicken was tender and delicious. Even the potatoes seemed to be better than her daily cooking.
Tang Qing took a bite and asked, "how do you make potatoes?"
She doesn't believe it. Is there any special way to cook potatoes?
Xiao Fengting lowered his head and carefully peeled off the potato skin. Hearing Tang Qing's words, he raised his head and looked at her. Then he whispered, "there is still a little chicken soup left. I cooked it with the remaining soup and potatoes."
“……” Tang Qing thought, this is probably talent. She cooks Coconut Chicken every day, and she doesn't want to throw some potatoes down. It's not that I haven't eaten it, but I didn't expect it.
Xiao Fengting asked, "isn't it delicious?"
Tang Qing shook his head: "very delicious."
When he heard the speech, a little smile appeared on his face, and his long eyelashes fell down to set off the special purity of that smile.