my host does things all day

Chapter 1824 Everyone Is Watching Me Eating 6
Today when Xi Ying came home, even though she only informed her family in the evening, they still prepared such a sumptuous dish for her.

It is enough to prove the importance of Xiying in their hearts.

When eating, not every dish can make Xi Ying see something.

Only when there is something worth seeing in the process of cooking will it appear.

If she had been silently washing, chopping and cooking vegetables all the time, there would not be any pictures in front of Xi Ying's eyes.

It's also strange to say that the original owner was injured when he was recording Big Stomach King's eating and broadcasting today. He vomited and felt nauseous, but Xi Ying was able to eat a whole bowl of rice without feeling uncomfortable when he got home.

After eating and washing, Xi Ying lay on the bed, looking at the simple ceiling painted with white paint, and began to think about the way forward.

It is already past two o'clock in the morning and almost three o'clock in the morning, the moon and stars are sparse outside the window, and it is quiet.

It's a good time to sleep.

But she didn't know whether it was because Xi Ying ate too much or was thinking about things so that her whole body was refreshed, she couldn't fall asleep in a daze.

Insomnia.

Xi Ying simply put on her clothes and got off the bed, tiptoed out of the room, out of the yard, left the house and walked along the path to the fields.

Although we are on the same planet, it has to be said that the air in rural areas and cities is different.

There is no light pollution, sound pollution, and other city-specific pollutants in the countryside. It is very pure, and no sound means no sound.

Moonlight is a natural light, not as bright as electric lights, but as long as you can see the road under your feet clearly.

Xi Ying has the memory of the original owner in her mind, so she can walk freely in the field without being afraid of getting lost.

She walked forward while thinking about things, and before she knew it, the scene in front of her had changed.

When Xi Ying raised her head again, she found that she did not know when she came to a large grass field.

Huh?What about the fields?
Didn't she walk along the ridge of the farmer's uncle's field?How did it come to such an empty grassland?
No, it should be asking, how can there be such a piece of uncultivated land in the countryside?

Looking further into the distance, a row of tall coniferous trees blocked Xi Ying's view.

Behind the coniferous trees, there is a warm orange fire flickering faintly, which cannot be seen clearly.

Firelight?

Anyone camping behind conifers?

This was the first thought that popped up in Xi Ying's mind.

Nowadays, people in the city can also find the beauty of the countryside, but it is impossible for them to live in the countryside, so there is a saying of "farmhouse".

The forms of farmhouse entertainment are ever-changing. As long as you can make money, what else can you not think of?

It is not impossible to set up two tents to bring people in the city closer to nature, and set up a bonfire on the rural fields to cook and eat by themselves.

However, in Xi Ying's impression, Wang Chunlan and Xi Jianguo never told her that there is a farmhouse in their village, right?
Xi Ying was a little curious.

She couldn't sleep anyway, so she went to join in the fun.

So, Xi Ying moved forward slowly following the faint brightness of the fire.

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"Actually, the environment here is not bad. Although there is little pollution in the countryside, what are the villages we practiced before? The ponds are full of garbage, and you can't even wash clothes, let alone vegetables. There are children's snack plastic bags, it looks messy."

"You still want to be able to wash vegetables in the pond these days? Do you still want to drink a handful of water in the pond? But this village is really good, and it is a good place for the elderly. The mountains are green and the water is green. It’s almost the same as the countryside in my impression.”

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　　Also, writing
　　
　
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