After Ling Ruonan left, Yang Qingyin did not leave immediately, but sat there alone.
She felt very depressed.
I don’t know how long it took, but the WeChat ringtone on my phone suddenly rang.
I quickly took out my cell phone from my bag and saw that it was from Luo Ziling.
"Senior, have you woken up?" followed by several smiling emoticons.
Yang Qingyin looked at the message blankly for a while and did not reply.
Luo Ziling's second message came immediately: "Sister, it's five o'clock. It's time to get up and have dinner. I'll be hungry soon."
Yang Qingyin still didn't reply, but stood up and called Xiaoli who was waiting aside to go back to the room first.
Back to the hotel, took the elevator upstairs and walked to the door of the room. When Xiaoli opened the door, Yang Qingyin went over and knocked lightly on the door of Luo Ziling's room. Soon the door of the room opened, and Luo Ziling's head fell from the
Peek out inside.
"Hehe, it turns out that the senior sister has woken up." Seeing that Yang Qingyin looked a little depressed, Luo Ziling quickly let her into the room, "Have you not slept enough? You look like this."
Luo Ziling's bright smile immediately dispelled a lot of Yang Qingyin's depression. She smiled and said, "What are you going to eat for dinner?"
"Don't you still want to eat roast lamb? Then I'll go eat with you."
"You said the lamb you roasted was delicious." Yang Qingyin tilted his head, "I want to eat the lamb you roasted yourself."
"No problem," Luo Ziling agreed without any hesitation, "Then let's find a place, get a sheep and roast it ourselves."
After saying this, Luo Ziling approached Yang Qingyin and stared into her eyes without blinking, "What's wrong? You look a little down. You haven't had enough sleep? Are you still tired? Or you were bullied.
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Yang Qingyin smiled and shook his head: "Why are you looking down? You just woke up from bed and must be a little confused. Aren't you the same?"
"Okay," Luo Ziling suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed Yang Qingyin's face hard twice, and then said with a smile: "Rub the muscles on your face, and you will laugh."
After Luo Ziling covered his face and rubbed it a few times, Yang Qingyin suddenly blushed. After reaching out and pinching it, he said angrily: "My face is dough? Knead it so hard."
"Then I'll be gentler and I'll make sure I don't rub your face badly," Luo Ziling said, then stretched out his hand towards Yang Qingyin's face, "Hehe, the skin is so tender and feels good to the touch."
With a "pop" sound, Yang Qingyin forcefully opened Luo Ziling's hand, ran away two steps, and glanced at him with a blushing face, "I know how to bully others, so I don't want to talk to you anymore." After saying that, he turned around deliberately.
Go face.
"No way, are you angry now?" Luo Ziling's head poked out from the side of Yang Qingyin, "How about you rub it back yourself? You can rub it as you like."
As he spoke, he pointed at the face that was also quite tender.
Seeing Luo Ziling's cute look, Yang Qingyin finally couldn't help it and burst into laughter.
Luo Ziling was stunned as her pretty face with a flowery smile blossomed completely, no longer as gloomy as before.
Yang Qingyin, who couldn't help but blush when Luo Ziling looked at him, couldn't help but glance at him and said angrily: "What are you looking at? Is there anything good to see?"
"Well, your face really didn't look good just now," Luo Ziling nodded seriously, then immediately smiled and said, "But it looks good now, be good, smile again."
As a result, Yang Qingyin was amused by Luo Ziling again, "I hate it, I just know how to tease others."
All the depression disappeared with the smile just now. Looking at Luo Ziling's face full of youthful vitality, Yang Qingyin gradually became cheerful. She tried not to think about what just happened and pretended that Ling Ruonan had not appeared.
She would not tell Luo Ziling that Ling Ruonan had just come to see her, and she would never tell him.
After the two made a fuss for a while, they left the hotel and prepared to have dinner.
Luo Ziling proposed to take Xiaoli with him, and Yang Qingyin finally agreed.
Ye Xiaoli didn't say much, and just followed them silently.
Because Ye Xiaoli was following closely, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin who were walking in front were too embarrassed to hold hands, and they did not joke or laugh wildly.
Looking for a restaurant on the nearby grassland that allows you to do your own barbecue, Luo Ziling ordered a lamb and some other things.
After everything was ready, Yang Qingyin took Yang Qingyin to the oven and started working.
"Look at me, Chef Luo, preparing dinner for these two beauties," Luo Ziling smiled at Yang Qingyin and started to do it immediately.
Yang Qingyin sat aside and watched with a smile as Luo Ziling made roast lamb by himself, and even took out his mobile phone to take photos.
Ye Xiaoli sat aside and watched without any expression. She remained silent while Luo Ziling was making roast lamb.
Luo Ziling's method of roasting mutton is different from that of ordinary restaurants, but people like Yang Qingyin who have never studied roast mutton can't see why. Smelling the alluring aroma emanating from the meat as it slowly roasts,
She still couldn't help but be greedy.
After waiting for about half an hour, when Yang Qingyin finally ate the fragrant barbecue handed over by Luo Ziling, she took a piece of roasted and browned meat and ate it without caring about her image.
Luo Ziling handed another piece to Ye Xiaoli. Ye Xiaoli did not refuse, took it and walked aside to eat.
"Junior, you don't seem to be bragging. The meat you roast is really good." Yang Qingyin praised Luo Ziling while eating, "It's more delicious than last night."
"My cooking skills are better than those of ordinary chefs," Luo Ziling couldn't help bragging, and said proudly, "When I have the chance, I will cook it for you."
"Hehe, you promised yourself, I didn't force you," Yang Qingyin immediately extended her little finger to Luo Ziling, "You must honor what you promised."
"No problem," Luo Ziling stretched out his little finger and hooked it with Yang Qingyin, and then asked curiously: "Can you cook?"
"No," Yang Qingyin shook his head a little embarrassed, "I don't know anything, not even cooking. Am I stupid?"
"It doesn't matter, I just know how to do it," Luo Ziling said mysteriously: "I will cook it for you from now on, and I will make sure to keep you fat and white."
"I don't want to get fat," Yang Qingyin responded casually, then found that what Luo Ziling just said was a bit special, and couldn't help but blush, "You are not like me, I can't eat the food you cooked."
"Then who do you need to be like me to eat my food?" Luo Ziling deliberately pretended to be stupid, "How about you give me a hint?"
"Ignore you," Yang Qingyin ran away with a blushing face. When he ran away, he even glanced at Luo Ziling.