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The lucky Cheng Qing naturally wanted to express his thoughts. His method was very simple.0

Cooking.

He would personally make breakfast for him and Lin Xin.

Breakfast was a big fish and a big meat. Don't mention that the hungover Cheng Qing couldn't eat it, it also didn't fit in with everyone's eating habits. Lin Xin wasn't the kind of girl who couldn't eat meat, but it would be difficult for her to have a delicacy in the morning. So Cheng Qing's plan was a bit simpler.

He went into the kitchen and checked. Cheng Qing found a bag of flour in the cupboard. It weighed more than 10 catties, so of course he couldn't use all of it. However, after considering the possibility of Li Muhao, Song Qianshu, and the others coming to look for him, he generously brought up all of them.

Although the main purpose of breakfast was for Lin Xin, Cheng Qing still disdained being treated as a lover over a friend. If they were to come, he might as well serve them a bowl.

The owner of this courtyard was a large family. Although they had suffered heavy casualties during the defense battle, they had managed to avoid a situation where their wives had dispersed. His master was deeply grateful to Cheng Qing. He insisted that the An Tian Sect rest in his house because they had everything at home.

Cheng Qing was squatting in the corner, sniffing the smell of the pickled vegetable jar, trying to determine what kind of dishes were in it. Lin Xin walked into the kitchen, leaned over and asked curiously, "You want to make the soup cakes?"

Cheng Qing smiled complacently, "I haven't done much yet, but I don't know if I've made a move yet."

"When I came over, I saw a small garden with chopped onion and eggplant inside. Should I go pick some?" Confirming that Cheng Qing wanted to make the soup cake, Lin Xin revealed her snow-white teeth and her eyes were brimming with energy.

It could be seen that she had missed Cheng Qing's biscuit for a long time.

Chen Qing could cook a lot of dishes, but the Soup Dumplings in Glazed City was the deepest memory of the two of them. Even if he ate a lot of precious delicacies and all kinds of elixirs, he still wouldn't be able to get rid of that taste.

"There's pickled garlic here. Just pick some onions and come back. If you want eggplant, we can also cook a plate." Cheng Qing was delighted to find that not only was there a jar of sour garlic, there was also a jar of sour radish, and there was even a very rare piece of moldy tofu!

Just by smelling the fragrance, Cheng Qing and Lin Xin wiped their mouths. The two of them looked at each other and giggled.

Lin Xin Xin quickly got up and went to the garden to pick spring onions. Cheng Qing, who had a hangover, couldn't stand the temptation of the sour taste at the moment. He took out three plates and placed the garlic, radish and moldy tofu on them.

He took out the cutting board and the kitchen knife, washed them in the basin, and chose a slightly smaller pickled radish. He placed it on the cutting board and cut it into four pieces.

Clenching his teeth, sour water filled his mouth, making Cheng Qing's facial features twitch in excitement. It looked painful, but in reality, it was extremely enjoyable. This feeling, how could the word 'sour' be …

By the time Lin Xin returned, Cheng Qing had already finished a whole pickled radish.

Of course, there was no delay in his work. The flour had already been adjusted, and a huge mass of white and fat dough was being kneaded by him as he turned it over on the cutting board.

Lin An's gaze swept across the three plates filled with pickled vegetables as his eyes were filled with desire.

She put down the basket of green onions and eggplant, washed her hands like lightning, and quickly jumped in front of the stove. She turned her head and smiled at Cheng Qing, then stuffed a pickled radish into her mouth.

As expected, Lin Xin's eyebrows were knitted together, and there wasn't the slightest hint of beauty in her face. She seemed to be at a loss, and it was so comical that it made one want to burst out laughing.

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