Qin Xin rembered that Xiangxiang had once taught Song Anjing how to make porridge rich and thick, saying that adding a little more water than cooking rice would do the trick.
"But how much more is a little more?" She looked at the water jar, hesitant to start.
With such a small amount of rice, if it turned out bad, would Master Tuantuan get angry?
After walking around, she finally returned to the side room.
Digging through her luggage, she eventually curled her lips: "Luckily, I ca prepared with the ultimate move..."
Fifteen minutes later.
Qin Xin carried two small enal jars: "Master, would you like so? It’s best to eat while it’s hot."
She stood by the window, using the erging moonlight, and pushed one enal jar towards the sheer curtain.
"I’m not hungry." A man’s voice ca.
Qin Xin thought for a mont, then smiled and said, "It’s not like last ti, with that dark cuisine of roasted bread stuffed with persimmons. This ti I guarantee you’ll be able to eat it."
The man: "..."
He didn’t say anything, but rustling sounds ca from inside the room.
The man walked up to the window.
Qin Xin cheerfully pulled back the sheer curtain a little, holding the enal jar to pass it inside.
The enal jar was still a bit hot, but it only had one handle, so Qin Xin inhaled sharply: "Be careful, it’s hot. Master, hold it here..."
She treated him like an elder, without any reservations, and directly grabbed his big hand to place it on the jar’s handle.
But the man’s hand withdrew like lightning.
Tragedy struck.
Qin Xin thought he would hold the jar, but the man pulled his hand away.
Seeing that both hands had left the jar, and the unsupported food was about to fall to the ground...
The man finally reacted quickly and swiftly reached out again to catch it.
His palm was hot.
Yet, he didn’t make a sound and firmly placed the enal jar on the bamboo table.
Qin Xin sighed in relief, playfully scolding: "Master Tuantuan, you’re not Tang Seng, you don’t need to avoid won. Besides, haven’t you always seen as a child? Or have I turned into a woman in your eyes now? Master, this really isn’t right..."
The man’s face turned livid, his cold aura almost piercing through his mask.
Qin Xin couldn’t help but laugh: "Alright, alright, eat now, or it’ll get cold and won’t reflect my cooking skills."
The man: "..."
He glanced down at the food.
The corner of his lips twitched severely.
The man removed his mask, turning his back on Qin Xin.
Only slight sounds could be heard; he had good manners and ate quite elegantly.
Qin Xin thought, then picked up the instant noodles that were ready in the enal jar with chopsticks, enjoying them in small mouthfuls.
"Master, this al is alright, isn’t it? It has carbs, protein, and vegetables, pretty balanced."
Carbs: instant noodles.
Protein: sausage.
Vegetables: two mint leaves picked from the yard.
The man: "...Mm."
After dinner, Qin Xin pondered, eating instant noodles once or twice was alright, but she certainly couldn’t eat them every day.
Should she catch so fish tomorrow to make fish soup?
But how much water should she add to prevent it from burning?
How should she add the salt?
Does she need to dissect it first, removing all the bones and innards?
It really seed more complex than winning a Nobel Prize.
The signal was poor in the countryside, and she couldn’t even look up recipes.
What should she do about tomorrow’s al?
Qin Xin never imagined that coming to the countryside, she’d end up spending so much ti worrying about food.
As night fell, it was especially quiet all around, with only the sound of bamboo in the yard rustling in the wind.
Qin Xin held her phone up high, searching everywhere for a signal.
Finally, in a corner of the room, she found a signal!
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