When she was 5 years old, she looked at the fish in the fish tank and wondered if it would be cold in winter and why she didn't put a quilt on it.
5-year-old Ximen Longting is probably thinking about how he can kill Master Ximen...
Ximen Longting washed the fish with rainwater. The plastic bag he picked up before came in handy at this time. After washing it with rainwater, he cut the fish into pieces and put them in the plastic bag.
Ximen Longting packed the bag and went into the water: "I'm going to grill the fish. You wait for me here."
"Ximen Longting..."
"In a few minutes, when the water in the bucket is filled again, I will be back!"
Before Jing Jiaren could reply, he had already swam away.
Jing Jiaren looked at his back... When he came to this reef group, was he thinking about what she wanted to eat and how she got the food?
He must have thought out every step in advance.
As soon as she found a place to stay, she immediately had to run for her livelihood, but she couldn't do anything.
Jing Jiaren poured out the blood in the bucket, washed it and held it in her arms, watching the rain slowly fill up the pain.
Every time she saw Ximen Longting working for her, she felt so sad that she wanted to cry.
They love each other so hard, what can she do for this relationship?
It rains continuously.
Jing Jiaren watched the water overflowing from the bucket. For a long time, there was no sign of him coming back.
She knew that grilling fish would not be done so quickly.
Tell yourself over and over again that he will come back.
Then, he really came back.
Tie the grilled fish tightly with the plastic bag to prevent it from being contaminated by sea water.
Ximen Longting climbed up on the board and stared at her with a frown: "Jing Jiaren, won't you secretly cry while I'm not around?"
Jing Jiaren shook her head——
Almost.
But it's not because of fear.
"I said I would come back." He wiped the rain from her face with his hand, and couldn't tell whether she shed tears or not. "You really didn't cry?"
"No." Jing Jiaren shook her head again with difficulty.
Ximen Longting stood up the canvas that had fallen on her shoulders.
Jing Jiaren came to her senses and hurriedly pulled the canvas to cover him, covering the two of them...
The raindrops hit the canvas, making a rhythmic sound.
Jing Jiaren hurriedly wiped the rain off his face.
Supported by Ximen Longting's tall body, there is some room for movement in the canvas.
He took out the plastic bag and an empty water bottle from his arms.
The water bottle is still hot...
"What is this?"
“Fish soup!”
"Fish soup?" Jing Jiaren looked at the turbid water in the bottle with an eyebrow. This soup has no salt, and I don't know what kind of utensil he used to cook it. Can it be drunk?
"Drinking some hot water will be good for your health." He was most afraid that she would catch a cold and have a fever at this time, and without medicine or a doctor, she would be dead.
Jing Jiaren nodded: "I know."
"Are you hungry? Eat something." Ximen Longting opened the plastic bag. He used a stick to skewer the fish pieces and grill them. But it was not convenient to bring them here, so he removed the stick.
Ximen Longting thoughtfully took out a pair of "chopsticks" and washed branches from his pocket.
"Use this."
Jing Jiaren unscrewed the lid, took a sip of the so-called fish soup, and immediately spurted it out.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly, otherwise she would have slapped Ximen Longting in the face...
"Cough cough cough, it smells so fishy!"
"fishy?"
"Nonsense, if you don't put ginger in the fish to remove the smell, how can you drink it!" Jing Jiaren also wanted to save face, but the taste was really unbearable, so she might as well drink rainwater.