Warm Life

Stepping through the door, the first thing Sun Yanxuan saw was the chopsticks on the table that had not been cleaned up yet. A strange smell came from there, making her pinch her nose instinctively.

She put the basket on the table and looked at the things on it with a puzzled expression. A pair of chopsticks and three large bowls were placed in front of him.

One bowl was empty and stained with black rice. A bowl was filled with pieces of meat. The pieces of meat were very thin and black in color. The initial estimate was that they would be able to poison a few mice to death. The last bowl held a vegetable cucumber, but the cucumber was still black, and only her pair of eyes could recognize its original shape.

"Is this something a human should eat? I'm afraid even dogs don't eat them? " Sun Ye Xuan mumbled.

The cabin was small, so she quickly found the kitchen, where she brought two large bowls and filled them with the pastries from the basket. Ouyang Yifan wanted to eat it or keep it, that was his problem.

After putting everything away, Sun Ye Xuan walked out of the basket. She looked up and was about to say something, but swallowed her words when she saw the man perspiring profusely as he picked up the buffalo.

She paused, feeling that she should do something. Ouyang Yifan had helped her a few times. That was not a favor that could be repaid with a snack. She was a person who repaid kindness with hatred. If others were good to her, she would also be good to others. Even if Ouyang Yifan treated her like this, she would not be stingy with her feelings.

She went back into the kitchen and looked through the contents. She found two cucumbers, a large piece of meat, some eggs, and a handful of wild leeks. She also found the rice bucket, which contained the white rice.

"It's obviously white rice. Why did he boil it into black rice?" "What a waste of good stuff." Sun Ye Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Wash the pot, eat the rice, light the fire and cook the rice. About half an hour later, the rice was cooked thoroughly. She scooped it up and put it aside to cover it. Then he washed the pot and fried a cucumber slice and a leek egg.

Ouyang Yifan, who had finally finished cleaning the bison, stopped and a sweet smell wafted from his nose. He looked up and saw smoke rising from the chimney of his kitchen.

He walked over doubtfully and stood in the doorway looking at the busy and slender figure. His usually cold eyes were temporarily clouded.

Sun Ye Xuan scooped up the sliced cucumber and sniffed it, looking intoxicated. Just as he was about to bring the tray to the table, he saw Ouyang Yifan blocking the door. Smiling, he asked, "Are you done?"

Ouyang Yifan was lost in her smile.

A gentle smile, beautiful face, steaming food, and a popular family. This was the life he had always dreamed of. If only a few more children came along, life would be perfect.

"Big brother Ouyang, did you hear what I said?" Sun Ye Xuan called out to Ouyang Yifan a few times, but he just stood there, not responding. Are you done? "

Ouyang Yifan came back to his senses and nodded solemnly. "I'll help you carry it through."

"Not now. Eat first! If it's cold, it won't taste good. " Sun Ye Xuan stuck out her tongue and said: "I snuck over. If my parents knew that I came to find you alone, they would definitely scold me." Just bring the bison back to me later. "

Ouyang Yifan nodded in understanding.

Sun Ye Xuan picked up the basket, smiled and said: "Then I'll be going back. Oh right, big brother Ouyang, where did you get that oxcart from? Didn't you see your family had an oxcart? "

"I borrowed it." Ouyang Yifan thought for a moment and said, "I'll borrow some game to give to you on the day of the fair. You can come together."

"That's great." "Thank you." Sun Ye Xuan thanked sincerely. Big brother Ouyang, let's eat first! I'm leaving. "

Ouyang Yifan watched as her back gradually disappeared into the distance before returning to the table. He lowered his head and smelled the delicious food. A warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He picked up a mouthful of the egg and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. A gust of wind swept away the food on the table. He licked his lips with a dejected look on his face.

He regretted eating those dishes. After eating the delicious food cooked by that girl, he didn't even eat dogs, let alone the picky him. He knew he had cooked badly, but he didn't want anyone to serve him, lest it disturb his rare peace. Compared to someone coming to disturb him, he would rather have his tongue be wronged.