Qin Xin remembered that Xiangxiang had taught Song Jingjing how to cook porridge fragrantly and densely, saying that it would be good to add a little more water than cooking.

"But how much more?" She looked at the water tank and didn't dare to move easily.

Just a little bit of rice, if it is boiled, will Master Bunny be angry?

After a round and turn, she finally returned to the side room.

rummaged and rummaged in the luggage, and finally hooked his lips: "Fortunately, my sister has prepared the ultimate move......"

Fifteen minutes later.

Qin Xin held two small enamel jars: "Master, do you eat?" Serve hot. ”

She stood by the window, and by the moonlight that had just emerged, she pushed a small enamel jar to the curtain.

"I'm not hungry." The man's voice came.

Qin thought for a moment and said with a smile: "It's not the kind of dark dish like last time, baking steamed buns and persimmons." This time you're guaranteed to be able to eat it. ”

Man: "......"

He didn't speak, but there was a sound of rustling in the room.

The man walked to the window.

Qin Xin happily lifted the gauze curtain a little and sent it in with the enamel jar.

The enamel jar was still a little hot, but there was only one ear, Qin Xin inhaled: "Be careful of being hot, Master, you hold this ...... in your hand"

She regarded him as an elder, and she did not shy away from it, and directly reached out and pulled his big hand and held it on one ear of the enamel jar.

However, the man's hand was withdrawn like lightning.

Tragedy.

Qin Xin thought he would hold the enamel jar, but the man withdrew his hand.

Seeing that both people's hands left the enamel jar, the food that had lost its support was about to fall to the ground......

The man finally reacted quickly, and struck again to hold it up like lightning.

The palms of your hands are hot.

However, he didn't snort and steadily put the enamel jar on the bamboo case.

Qin Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Master Tutu, you are not Tang Seng, you can't touch women, why are you making such a fuss." Besides, haven't you always treated me like a child? Am I a woman in your eyes now? Master, you can't do this......"

The man's face was pale, and his mask couldn't cover his cold air.

Qin Xin couldn't help but laugh as he spoke: "Forget it, let's eat it, wait until it's cold, it won't show my cooking skills." ”

Man: "......"

Glancing down at the food.

The corners of his lips twitched violently.

The man took off his mask and turned his back to Qin Xin.

Only a slight voice could be heard, he had good manners, and he ate quite elegantly.

Qin thought about it, and then picked up the instant noodles soaked in the enamel jar with chopsticks, and ate them in small bites.

"Master, this meal is okay, there are carbohydrates, proteins, and vegetables, and the nutrition is quite comprehensive."

Carbs: Instant noodles.

Protein: sausage.

Vegetables: Two mint leaves plucked from the yard.

Man: "...... Well. ”

After dinner, Qin Xin pondered, it's okay to eat one or two meals of this instant noodle, but you can't eat it every day.

Is she going to go fishing tomorrow and come back to make fish soup?

But how much water do you need to put in the fish soup so that it doesn't burn?

How do you put salt?

Does she have to dissect it first and remove all the spines and entrails?

It's a more complicated issue than the Nobel Prize.

The signal in the countryside is poor, and you can't find recipes.

What should I do with tomorrow's meal?

Qin Xin never imagined that when he came to the countryside, he would end up spending a lot of time worrying about eating.

At night, the surroundings are extremely quiet, only a piece of bamboo in the yard makes a rustling sound with the wind.

Qin Xin held his mobile phone to look for a signal everywhere.

Finally, in a corner of the wing, the signal is there!