Shifting your gaze to the woods outside the tent, all you could hear was the sound of the crackling flames in front of you, and the sound of rain washing the ground outside.
"I think it will rain for a long time today. We should rest here all night!" After a moment of silence, just when Qian Muling thought she couldn't speak, Nangong Yi suddenly spoke.
"If it doesn't rain today, it seems that Miss Nangong wants to leave!" Qian Muling followed Nangong Yi's gaze and looked at the dark weather in the distance, and raised the corners of his mouth as if to test.
Unexpectedly, Qian Muling turned the topic to the issue they had discussed before. Her cold eyes gradually fell on Qian Muling, and Nangong Yi curled her lips and smiled sarcastically: "If I want to continue to move forward,
, I wonder if Master Qian wants to stay or go together?"
As soon as Nangong Yi's words came out, Qian Muling's eyes changed slightly. But the surprised look in his heart was carefully not revealed! His beautiful eyes met Nangong Yi's, and he smiled a little rogue: "
Then Miss Nangong, do you want me to come with you? Or stay?"
The two of them were talking as if they were doing Tai Chi. They were throwing questions back and forth, but no one was able to clarify the issue or explain it clearly!
Nangong Yi looked at Qian Muling's smiling eyes, her beautiful brows furrowed tightly, her pretty lips pursed tightly, and she said no more.
'Gulu, Gulu' The water in the small pot in front of him suddenly started to surge, and the bubbles that came out of it flowed out along the edge of the pot. Nangong Yi was slightly startled when he saw it, and hurriedly took out a spoon and prepared to open the pot.
Go and stir! But just as she reached out her hand, the spoon in her hand was immediately taken away by Qian Muling.
Looking at Qian Muling's arrogant look, Nangong Yi frowned in displeasure, but pursed her lips and said nothing. She just watched him skillfully open the lid of the pot and start stirring the water and rice grains in the pot!
Originally, Nangong Yi thought that a young master like Qian Muling, who looked like a second-generation ancestor, would not be good at these things. So she never dared to expect that he could cook, but looking at his skillful movements
, I can’t help but suspect that he is hiding something secretly!
"I can't tell... Master Qian, you are quite good at these things!" Nangong Yi couldn't help but say sourly as she glanced at Guo, who had become much more docile under Qian Muling's hands.
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Qian Muling heard the displeasure in Nangong Yi's words, so he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled gently: "It's nothing! I used to be alone abroad and was used to this kind of do-it-yourself life! If not..."
Here, Qian Muling's expression was startled, and a trace of resentment and evil suddenly flashed across his beautiful eyes.
Listening to Qian Muling's hesitant words, Nangong Yi didn't ask any more questions. She just curled her lips in frustration, and couldn't help but curse... This damn second generation ancestor knew how to cook, but he still made her eat it.
So much compressed cold food!
Qian Muling was taking care of the food in front of him. Nangong Yi was a little idle and could only hold his head and stare blankly at the flickering fire in front of him and the white gas that kept rolling out of the pot.
I don't know how long it took, but Nangong Yi felt herself holding her head and her consciousness was gradually blurring when she suddenly heard Qian Muling's voice.