The Lord God is getting more and more wrong

Chapter 307 The Fallen Fairy Tale (48)

Qingci's body froze slightly, like an ice sculpture, not moving anymore.

Shu Qian's eyebrows moved and she said softly: "It's nothing. Anyway, I'll see you in the next world."

It's hard to tell his emotions out of his voice: "Then what if this is my last world?"

Ok……

Only then did Shu Qian formally face him, and said briskly, "Impossible, don't think too much about it. And... even if it's gone..."

Qingci looked up at her.

Shu Qian touched her nose uncomfortably.

In fact, her heart was trembling slightly.

No matter how you say the two of them have passed through several lives, looking at the person in front of him, Shu Qian can always think of the characters in those planes.

Good-looking, good conduct, the key is to be very warm to her.Shu Qian thought in her heart: If you insist on saying that you don't like her at all, it must be false and hypocritical.

However, she is not a character in the plane.

Shu Qian wasn't entirely sure whether Qingci was from the same time and space as her.

Shu Qian couldn't do anything to like him.

Therefore, during the days of recuperation, Shu Qian looked at Qingci, sometimes like two particularly awkward strangers, and sometimes like two old acquaintances who have known each other for a long time.They all stem from Shu Qian's awkward and evasive heart.

Shu Qian tried hard to face up to Qingci, to face up to her own heart.However, she couldn't do it.

Qingci stayed under the quilt, and there was no sound, so he must have fallen asleep.

……

Shu Qian sighed and left.

……

A day passed by.

Thinking that she was about to leave, Shu Qian felt deeply guilty, thinking that she was sorry for the deep and careful care of her over the past few months.

Just giving money was not enough, so Shu Qian planned to cook a meal for her.

Because Shu Qian was in a remote village now, Shu Qian could only use the oldest method - drilling wood to make fire.

She took dry firewood from the hot sun.

In her mind, she was trying to recall the way someone on TV once showed her how to make fire by drilling wood.

First there is a piece of wood...not wet.

then……

At last……

It took Shu Qian half an hour to get out a small flame.

Shu Qian escaped from a pile of black smoke. Shu Qian coughed: It's really not easy. Fortunately, the aunt hasn't come back, otherwise...she will definitely be nagged by the aunt.

Next, Shu Qian stabbed down with an expressionless expression, and the lively fish died under her knife.

Then, Shu Qian remained expressionless, reached out and took out a piece of clean cloth, and wiped it on her face.Shu Qian looked calmly, the fabric was covered with blood.

Oh, never mind.Shu Qian picked up the big knife again and cut into the fish, then chopped it into pieces.

Staring at the fish that had been mutilated beyond recognition and cut into pieces, Shu Qian sighed in her heart: Oh, it's so perfect.

The fire ignited, and the pot grew redder.

Shu Qian put the oil in, threw the fish into the pot, grabbed the shovel, and started to stir.

After about half an hour, the braised fish is ready.

Shu Qian started washing vegetables again, her jade-white hands intertwined with the green vegetable leaves, which looked particularly beautiful and eye-catching.

After washing the vegetables, wash the pot again, Shu Qian puts the vegetables in the pot and stir-fries them.

A rich aroma wafted from the kitchen.

With limited ingredients, Shu Qian made another wild vegetable.

The two dishes took her almost half an hour.

Shu Qian went to check whether the white rice was cooked or not.

As soon as it was opened, breath gushed out. Thanks to Shu Qian who avoided it in advance, otherwise he would be scalded by the hot air above.

Shu Qian took a mouthful of rice with a spoon and tasted it.She commented: It's okay, it's fragrant enough.

……

The aunt went out and came home, dumbfounded.

With a look of disbelief, "Who cooked the food on the table?"

Shu Qian replied, "It's me, ma'am."

The aunt was still confused.

(End of this chapter)