Huo Ansen draped his trench coat over her.

The special aura that belongs to the man also hits.

It eroded her whole person, but she didn't feel annoying at all.

In such a place, standing side by side with him on the path of the stream, between his breath is the breath of his body and the unique freshness and cleanliness of the air.

Such a comfort made her feel lost in an instant.

In such an instant, her heart finally stopped lying.

At least this moment, now.

She was happy.

With him.

*

In the evening, Gu Rongxia and Huo Ansen encountered the biggest problem in their lives.

Although the two of them live in the villager's own yard and have all the kitchen utensils, it is not quite the same as what they usually use.

For example, the pressure cooker where the rice was cooked, the two worked hard several times, and in the end they only harvested two pots of burnt rice.

It's not the kind of delicious rice with a pot in it, but half of it is sandwiched and half burnt.

Gu Rongxia, who was full of confidence when he saw Huo Ansen's first failure, looked down at his work, and almost fainted.

She was very discouraged, one person, one pot of roasted paste, and the magical rice that coexisted with raw and raw materials, even if they failed, it could only be said that both of them were half a catty.

But the bad thing is that neither pot of rice can be eaten.

"Didn't you say you would?"

Huo Ansen took the pot aside and put the pot on the shelf.

Firewood prepared during the day was also placed underneath.

Yes, the kitchen and the way of cooking is the oldest before.

Even cooking over a fire.

The scene of curling smoke and fragrant smell is particularly interesting just thinking about it.

But when it came to actual operation, one of them was the president of the story group, and the other was the current top actor.

But it was difficult for both of them to be stumped by a meal.

"I ...... I think I would! ”

The girl's words made Huo Ansen laugh, and when he looked back at her, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he burst out laughing.

Gu Rongxia paused for a moment, and instantly understood that it was estimated that something was on her face.

When she ran back to her room and found a bronze mirror to shine on, she was embarrassed.

What was on her face, she was now completely transformed into a big flower face.

It's even more mushy than the two failed pots of rice that the two of them cooked just now!

Don't even think about it, it must have just been made while cooking.

She originally thought that there was a lot of firewood, but when she used it, she realized that it was completely insufficient.

Fortunately, Huo Ansen probably has a little experience with this model and is well prepared.

Otherwise, if she was to prepare, now the two of them would have to chop wood at night.

After Gu Rongxia washed her face and went out, the smell of vegetables wafted from the courtyard.

Huo Ansen was standing in front of the wok, holding a big spatula and slicing around the inside of the wok.

Sometimes he would turn the pot upside down, and with his action of shaking the pot, every time the flame would rush up, Gu Rongxia's heart would jump and jump nervously.

But overall, it's really handsome.

The smell is also very fragrant.

"You go get a few eggs, I'll continue to cook the raw rice, I don't have enough ingredients for today, we'll go to the market tomorrow to buy them."

Regarding Huo Ansen's behavior of directly asking her to do things, Gu Rongxia had no mood to resist at all.

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