Although this is a farmer's house, there are refrigerators, microwaves, and all kinds of electrical appliances.
There are many ingredients in the refrigerator, divided into categories——
Of course, wherever Ximen Longting lived, he had everything he wanted. Especially since this farmer's house was so remote, Wilson had stuffed it with food in case of emergencies.
Jing Jiaren opened the refrigerator and found frozen beef inside.
On the cutting board, she had already cut some side dishes...
The vegetables are picked from the vegetable garden behind the farmer and are very fresh.
Jing Jiaren felt a dull pain in her chest from time to time, making her whole body very weak, but it did not hinder her hard work.
Love strawberry wine, honeydew melon and love jelly, love brand honey white pear, love milk biscuits, love potato cakes, love black pepper chicken leg rice bowl, love potato cakes...
Jing Jiaren has created a series of love lunches.
What I’m making today is heart-shaped beef. Of course, I don’t want to make the beef into a heart shape, as that won’t be delicious.
Jing Jiaren made up two little people in her rice ball, with vegetables as decoration and tomato sauce as writing...
While washing vegetables, her wound split due to too much movement.
Jing Jiaren pressed her chest and felt pain.
Suddenly a pair of hands gently grasped her from behind. Jing Jiaren lowered her head and saw the diamond ring on his ring finger.
In Jing Jiaren's nihilistic imagination, she couldn't distinguish anything, and there was no logic in her mind. She only knew how to do things according to her own wishes...
And if it is a fantasy in reality (such as that time in the tavern), she will have reason and will work hard to distinguish reality from fiction.
The former is unconscious and the latter is conscious.
Therefore, Jing Jiaren herself didn't understand why she came here to cook.
When she saw the hands holding her, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Today we eat beef."
No answer.
"Don't hold me in your arms all the time. It will affect my cooking skills... Ximen Longting, go and set the dishes."
"Let me hug you." A deep voice whispered in her ear, and he kissed her earlobe.
Jing Jiaren came back to her senses and looked at those jewel-red eyes, the smile in her eyes became softer.
The sun shines across the room.
She gently stretched out her hand and hugged her in the air, but in fact, what she held in her hands was nothingness——
At the door of the kitchen, Ximen Longting's tall figure froze, and he was about to rush in. Aunt Qu held him by his side: "It's useless, she is completely living in her own fantasy. If you go over to disturb her at this time, just...
It will make her even more mentally disturbed."
One time Aunt Qu didn't understand and rushed over to wake up Jing Jiaren.
In the end, Jing Jiaren imagined that she was Ji Zihan...
The end result was that Aunt Qu was slapped twice and almost pushed down the stairs by Jing Jiaren.
Ximen Longting said angrily: "Are you just watching like this?!"
"She will wake up in half an hour after she prepares lunch." Aunt Qu said with experience, "Just wait."
"..."
"Young Master, all we can do now is wait."
Seeing his beloved woman so close, injured and weak, cooking for her imaginary "him"?!
Ximen Longting was shaken heavily, and his heart ached!
Jing Jiaren watched "Ximen Longting" leave the kitchen. Her eyes passed through Ximen Longting, but he and Aunt Qu could not be seen.
Then she turned around, with a smile on her lips, and continued to fry the steak.
The delicious aroma fills the air, and seafood soup is still simmering in the pot on one side.