BE Crazy Demon Survival System

Xu Qichen was sitting on the stool, holding a disused brush holder in his hand, gently stirring the charcoal fire in the basin.

The wind and snow had stopped outside the window, and the light from the snow shone through the papered windows, illuminating the house brightly.

He was very afraid of the cold in the first place, but he didn't expect to wear it in winter.In this era, there is neither underfloor heating nor air-conditioning. It is so cold that people just want to sleep under the quilt, and they don’t want to go anywhere else.

But at the thought of being killed by others in this world, Xu Qichen couldn't close his eyes, and his heart was at a loss.

The charcoal fire was burning hotter, and he stretched out his hand and put it on top of the flickering flames, toasting his hands while sorting out his thoughts.

The first is the main mission.

Sun Lin's death is the ending of the original novel, and the timeline is more than half a year.

At the beginning, when his mother Sun Mengdie was working in a paper factory, she met Xie Rujun, the young master of Baicheng Foreign Co., Ltd., and the two made a private decision for life, so Sun Lin was born.But later things were broken, Mr. Xie attached great importance to the family, in order to break them up, he lied about taking Sun Mengdie to Xie's family to raise a baby, and forced Xie Rujun to agree to study in France. After he left, he immediately drove away Sun Mengdie.

When Xie Rujun came back, he was told that both mother and child died because of dystocia. Master Xie also ordered someone to take him to see Sun Mengdie's grave, which made him completely give up.

So... only those who participated in this scam know about Sun Lin's existence.

A ball of sparks in the charcoal basin splashed onto Xu Qichen's body, Xu Qichen stepped back a little, patted his gown, stood up, went to the side of the mahogany desk and sat down.

Xie Rujun suffered from depression and illness for many years because of his longing, and finally died on the eve of Sun Lin's birthday.The wife that Ming Media was marrying also failed to give birth to a boy and a half girl for him. In the eyes of outsiders, the incense of Xie's family was cut off just like that.

Is it not this year?Xu Qichen made up his mind, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Sun Lin was born in early spring, so his time is not long.When the only seedling of the Xie family dies, Mr. Xie, who values ​​the succession of the family, will definitely come to the Song family to find him.

Xu Qichen felt a little regretful. When the novel was first written, the structure was too large. When it was near the end, he fell into a serious illness and stayed in the hospital for a few days. As a result, the novel ended in a hurry, and many foreshadowings were broken. He didn't even reveal who killed Sun Lin at the end. At the beginning, readers were still analyzing and leaving comments in the comment area, thinking that he made an open ending.

You can't live by doing your own crimes.Xu Qichen felt that this sentence could basically be used as his motto in life.

"0901, if the ending of the original text does not clearly point out the mastermind behind the scenes, does it mean that in this world, anyone has the possibility to kill Sun Lin?"

0901 replied: "Yes, Mr. Xu, because you didn't designate the murderer, we won't change your settings, so anyone is possible. Besides, I need to remind you that what you did in this world Changes in the plot may also affect the choice of the final murderer."

Xu Qichen supported his forehead with his hands, and inserted his fingers into his hair.

Knowing that he will die, but not sure who will kill him.

It's so hard.

Forget it, regardless of the main mission, anyway, as long as the original plot is followed, he will not be killed before his life is revealed.

What about side missions?

Song Yuanyan.

Thinking of his appearance yesterday, Xu Qichen felt troubled.

If he was really Sun Lin, it would be fine, he would just follow this young master Song wholeheartedly, thinking that he was the kindest and most sympathetic person in the world.

But he happened to be the original author, and he knew Song Yuanyan's character very clearly.

This guy looks like a frail and sickly young master, but in fact he is full of scheming and difficult to deal with.

The most troublesome thing is his feelings for Sun Lin. In the original text, he didn't have any love for Sun Lin at first, but just grew up with him and got used to staying with him.

Due to various reasons in the later stage of the novel, Song Yuanyan did not understand his feelings for Sun Lin, so the emotional line of this novel has always been weak, and it was only punctured near the end.

This is not enough. In the ending part, he was busy dodging the crisis so that he would not be killed. How could he still have the heart to talk about feelings with him?

You have to let him fall in love with you earlier.Xu Qichen struggled for a long time and came to such a conclusion.

"It's so difficult..." Thinking of this, Xu Qichen felt a headache and lay down on the table unable to get up.

Accidentally knocked down the pen container containing all kinds of brushes, Xu Qichen hurriedly packed them away, thinking that he had practiced brush calligraphy for a year or two when he was a child, but now he hasn't done it for decades.

Sun Lin wasn't supposed to be a wit, and he didn't learn to write for a few years.

There is no role setting bonus, just try it out and see if it is alive or not.

The inkstone was a bit dry, Xu Qichen picked up the stone grinder, turned it around to grind it a few times, then picked out a small wolf pen, spread out a piece of paper, and dipped it in some ink.

What to write?

Writers are often most accustomed to writing their own names.

As I was writing, I just landed a point, and my hand stopped in mid-air.

Xu Qichen felt that it was very inappropriate, this name was not from this world, it was too strange to write it out, in case someone found out...

But the dots next to the words have already been clicked, and it looks strange.

Forget it.

With a strange mentality of giving up on himself, the tip of the pen moved below the point just now.

Point, horizontal hook, horizontal, vertical, left, right.

His hands paused slightly, completing a rather beautiful ending.

Xu Qichen looked at the Song characters carefully, and was quite satisfied, at least he felt that all his previous skills were not lost.

However, the dot at the beginning was supposed to be a radical, so it was written too far to the left, and the whole layout was messed up.

Just write the name down.

Xu Qichen bent down slightly, dipped some more ink, and finished writing the other two characters.

Yuan Yan.

Just as he was about to put down his pen and appreciate his own handwriting, the door was suddenly opened, so frightened that Xu Qichen lost his grip, and the little wolf fell to the ground.

The one who pushed the door and entered was none other than the deity with the name on the paper.

Song Yuanyan was wearing a gray woolen overcoat with a pair of plaid suspenders, a quilted white shirt tucked into the waistband, and a pair of well-polished riding boots with the trouser legs. The face is full of rich and young style.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing Song Yuanyan's voice, Xu Qichen came to his senses, immediately rubbed up the paper on the table, and hid it calmly behind him, "It's nothing..."

"You're practicing calligraphy!" Song Yuanyan smiled and moved to the table, "Let me see, what did you write?"

Xu Qichen laughed dryly, his hands holding the ball of paper felt a little hot, "If the writing is not good, young master, don't read it."

Song Yuanyan frowned slightly, "Why don't you ask me to see it, you don't usually do this." He said with a sigh, "I'm afraid you have a sweetheart, so secretly draw her portrait in the room."

Song Yuanyan's thoughts were too deep, Xu Qichen subconsciously wanted to guess the tone of the young master's words.

"What are you staring at me for?" Song Yuanyan looked at him across the table.

Xu Qichen then withdrew his gaze, "It's nothing."

Song Yuanyan touched his face, "Is there something on my face?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "No."

After hearing this, Song Yuanyan raised the corners of his mouth, "Then...do you think I'm pretty?"

Song Yuanyan supported the table with both hands, moved closer, and pressed against Xu Qichen's face.

The distance was shortened all of a sudden, Xu Qichen stepped back subconsciously, looked into his clear eyes, and replied in a strange way: "It looks good..."

Song Yuanyan seemed very satisfied with the answer, Xiao Huya showed his teeth proudly, and added at the end, "You are also very good-looking."

Xu Qichen was a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't explain why. He was in a daze when Song Yuanyan suddenly grabbed his arm and nimbly snatched the paper from his hand.

Oops.

Be fooled by him.

Song Yuanyan, who had snatched the paper, had already stepped back several steps, and hastily unfolded the crumpled Shengxuan.

Xu Qichen was a little anxious, but it was nothing else, it was not his intention to write his name in the first place, so it would not cause a big misunderstanding.Thinking like this, he was going to grab the paper, but unexpectedly, after only two steps of chasing him, the other party bent over and coughed violently.

Xu Qichen hurried forward and patted him on the back, "You're all right, master."

Song Yuanyan walked over on his back, still coughing, "Water...I want to drink water..."

"Wait, I'll go and pour you tea." Xu Qichen quickly turned around to look for the teacup, and was about to pour the pot when he suddenly felt something was wrong, put the teapot down, turned around, and happened to see Song Yuanyan sitting down beside the charcoal basin, following him He opened the ball of paper as if nothing had happened, and looked carefully at the firelight.

really……

Xu Qichen walked over with clenched fists, grabbed the paper he had seen, and threw it into the charcoal basin.Who would have thought that Song Yuanyan would have fished out the lit paper, put it on the ground and stamped out the fire with his precious leather boots, then picked it up preciously, patted it with his hands, folded it a few times and stuffed it in. arms.

"Why are you doing this? It's a good thing you didn't burn the words."

What happened to me, you still lied to me.Xu Qichen fought back in his heart.

Seeing that Xu Qichen didn't speak, Song Yuanyan approached him with a smile, "When did you write so well, you must have practiced secretly for a long time, right?"

Xu Qichen shook his head and did not speak.

Song Yuanyan laughed again, "Why did you write my name?"

Xu Qichen sighed, "Would you believe me if I said I was careless?"

"Do you think I believe it?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I knew you didn't believe me."

Song Yuanyan was very happy, he didn't care what the reason for writing was, he patted his chest, the sound of paper rubbing could be heard faintly, "No matter what, I'll give it to me."

"My name is awkward to pronounce, but it looks good when written." Song Yuanyan glanced at Xu Qichen, the corners of his eyes slightly curved.

Speaking of his name, Xu Qichen subconsciously avoided his eyes, and only changed the subject, "Is the young master here for something?"

Song Yuanyan stretched his waist. Although he is a weak person, he is still half a head taller than Sun Lin. "It's really something. My mother arranged a few dates for me. I want to meet at the Deming Hotel. It’s because I’m afraid that something will happen to me, so I ask you to go with me.”

Accompany you on a blind date?

It seems that he really doesn't like me for letting me follow so generously.

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "Can I not go?"

Song Yuanyan thought he didn't believe it, "Ask your mother, she told you to go." He kicked the charcoal basin lightly with his feet, "If you don't go, that's fine, I won't go either."

Xu Qichen sighed, "Then go." He was about to open the door, but Song Yuanyan pulled his arm. Xu Qichen turned his head and saw him lower his head, take off the black cashmere scarf around his neck, and hand it over, "It's melting snow outside. Much colder than yesterday."

Xu Qichen hesitated for a moment, "I'm fine, the young master has not recovered from his illness..."

Song Yuanyan, on the other hand, held the scarf with a smile and wrapped it around him, "It looks good with your long gown." He straightened Xu Qichen's lapel, "Let's go."

The car had already been prepared at the door, and before leaving, she ran into Mrs. Song who was about to go out to play cards. Mrs. Song stopped on purpose, waited for Song Yuanyan to walk over, and gathered his coat for him. Seeing that his collar was empty, she glanced at him again. Glancing at Xu Qichen behind him, he understood, and called Zhang's mother, "Go, get another scarf for the young master."

"Mother, I'm not cold."

Mrs. Song glared at him, and said angrily: "Yesterday I coughed like that, and today my throat freezes, you, I'm not finished if I'm not pissed off."

Song Yuanyan smiled, and let Mrs. Song wrap another scarf around him.

Xu Qichen watched from the side, feeling nothing in his heart.Song Yuanyan opened the car door and got in. Just as he was about to follow, he was grabbed by Mrs. Song's jeweled hand, and immediately stood up straight and turned around.

"Ah Lin." She straightened Xu Qichen's unworn scarf, untied it and tied it again, "Wait a while, please remind me, young master, about the girls we met this time. I chose them carefully, especially that Miss He at the end, please give me some snacks, ah."

Choosing this word made Xu Qichen feel uncomfortable, but he also understood the other's motherly heart, so he smiled slightly, "Okay, ma'am."

There was a layer of white mist on the car window, Xu Qichen wiped it with his hand, and stared at the scenery outside from the small transparent part, this was the first time he really saw the folk scenery of the Republic of China period.

Vendors hawking on the street, girls selling flowers, a group of boatmen in jackets rushing to the pier, and men, women and children waiting outside the stage.

Very lively.

"What are you looking at? You're so engrossed."

Xu Qichen turned his head and looked forward, "No." Glancing slightly, he looked at Song Yuanyan from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be busy with something, holding a small delicate box in his hand, with portraits of female stars of this era printed on it , A fragrance can be smelled from a distance.

I wanted to ask, but felt bad, so I kept silent.

Perhaps a gift for a girl?

Thinking about it carefully, the blind date really happened in the original text, and the Miss He in the end seems to have become his fiancée in the end.

Thinking of this, Xu Qichen glanced at Song Yuanyan.

The other party didn't take the small box this time, but folded a handkerchief, stuffed it in the top pocket of the coat, and smiled at him.

It's so eye-catching.Xu Qichen turned his head away.

The car drove into the French Concession, and there were many more European-style buildings. I saw the car slowly driving into a wrought iron porch full of French style, and stopped in front of a circular fountain.

Song Yuanyan opened the car door and went down. Xu Qichen was about to poke his head out when he saw a pair of hands in leather gloves stretched out in front of him.

Not a girl.Xu Qichen didn't reach out his hand, and walked out by himself, "The young master's gentlemanly demeanor, let's leave it to the ladies who will wait."

Lifting his foot to walk, his right foot limped a bit, he was not used to it, and almost lost his footing, only then did he understand Song Yuanyan's intentions.

Song Yuanyan smiled and withdrew his hand, "Why do I feel that what you said just now sounded sour and jealous?"

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "Master's illusion."

The two walked into the restaurant side by side, and the head manager saw Song Yuanyan from a distance, and immediately greeted him with a smiling face, "Hey, Fourth Young Master, what brought you here today."

Song Yuanyan nodded, with a smile on his lips, "My mother has reserved a seat, please lead me there."

The head waiter heaved twice, then turned around and called someone, "New here, go, get the reservation book."

A boy in a hotel uniform trotted over with a notebook and handed it to the foreman manager. The manager flipped through it and said, "I found it, the private room on the second floor." Then he snapped the notebook shut, "Both, please Bar."

Song Yuanyan walked in front, and Xu Qichen followed him.

The brat just tugged at the foreman manager, and asked in a low voice: "The four young masters are following..."

The foreman slapped the kid on the head, "Stop talking nonsense and pour some tea!"

The kid rubbed his head and let out a sigh, and was about to leave when he was dragged back by the foreman manager, "When you pour tea later, be more respectful to that one."

"Isn't that a servant?"

The foreman glared at him, "Yeah... and no, anyway, you just call him sometime."

The newcomer had a troubled expression, "What are you calling..."

The foreman rolled his eyes, "Brother Lin."

After entering the private room, Song Yuanyan felt a little hot, with a thin layer of sweat on his body, so he took off his coat, and the little girl waiting by the side was about to go forward to hang up the coat, but Song Yuanyan stopped him, "No need, put it on Nice on the sofa."

Xu Qichen looked at him, always feeling that something was wrong.

Probably because he is too aware of this person's temperament, and he has preconceived ideas, so there is something wrong with him no matter how he looks at it.

It was already past lunch time, so the lady who came must have not come to eat, Song Yuanyan only ordered the pot of Longjing, crossed his legs, glanced at Xu Qichen, "Sit down."

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I'm fine standing up."

"What's the matter with you?" Song Yuanyan dragged him onto the sofa desperately, "Is there anyone in Qucheng who doesn't know our relationship, so it doesn't matter how polite you are."

Xu Qichen was the same, he dragged him for a long time, but there was a knock on the door, Xu Qichen quickly stood up and took a look.

Standing at the door was a girl in a mink fur cloak, with triangular bangs on her forehead, her appearance was pure. The maid who followed behind took off the cloak for her, revealing a concubine-colored dress inside, which was gentle and pleasant.

The lady walked in gracefully, and Song Yuanyan also stood up to greet her very gentlemanly, until the lady walked to the opposite sofa.

"Miss Zhang, please sit down."

When the other party saw Song Yuanyan, they lowered their brows shyly and said softly, "Master Song has been waiting for a long time."

"It's okay," Song Yuanyan also sat down, with a gentle and calm voice, "I heard that Ms. Zhang's ancestral home is Jiangzuo, and I think she likes to drink Longjing. I ordered a pot on my own, and I don't know if the tea here suits Ms.'s liking."

A pair of shy dimples appeared at the corners of Miss Zhang's mouth, her eyes could not be separated from Song Yuanyan's face.

Xu Qichen glanced at Song Yuanyan, and said in his heart, don't tell me if the tea suits you or not, I'm afraid the person agrees.

The other party was a very quiet girl, and Song Yuanyan was quite good at talking, a few words could make the girl smile, but the more this happened, the more Xu Qichen felt that something was wrong.

How could it be so cooperative.

Is it possible that you really like this kind of lady in the boudoir?That would be difficult.

"I heard that Young Master Song fell ill a while ago, but I don't know if his health is better."

Song Yuanyan was stunned for a while, with a concealed expression on his face, and deliberately smiled, "Healed up a long time ago, Xiao Xiaofengchi, the rumors outside are exaggerated, miss don't believe it."

Miss Zhang covered her face with a smile and said, "I just said it was their nonsense."

"Yes, although I can't compare to a martial arts master, I'm a seven-foot man, and his body is..." Song Yuanyan started coughing when he was getting excited, and the coughing became more severe, and he clenched Xu Qichen's gown tightly with one hand.

"Master Song, take a sip of tea and press it down." Miss Zhang who was opposite stood up slightly, with a concerned expression on her face.

It finally started.

Song Yuanyan waved his hands, still coughing endlessly, his face flushed, he was about to pick up the tea in front of him, but his hand shook, knocking over the teacup, and the tea flowed all over the table.Holding Xu Qichen's long gown with one hand and not letting go, the other hand was groping in the coat, and took out his own handkerchief to cover his coughing mouth.

"Master Song..."

Miss Zhang's complexion changed slightly, and she couldn't speak, she looked at Xu Qichen.

What could Xu Qichen do? In order not to make Miss Zhang feel that the servants of the Song family were also very strange, he bent down and patted Song Yuanyan on the back symbolically, and said without emotion: "Young master, be careful."

Song Yuanyan coughed a few times, took off the handkerchief, it was stained bright red, and the corners of his mouth were also stained red.

This scene frightened Ms. Zhang's face, and she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "This, is this coughing up blood? Young Master Song..."

Song Yuanyan also showed a trace of panic, and quickly hid the handkerchief under the table, "It's okay, it's not blood, miss, don't worry."

Pack.Then install it.

Xu Qichen felt nothing in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

Ms. Zhang honestly fell out of the trap. Seeing the smear of blood on Song Yuanyan's lips, she was really terrified. She drank all the tea in her cup and whispered: "Song, Master Song, I just remembered that I have to accompany you in the afternoon. My mother is really embarrassed to order a suit of clothes for returning home..."

Song Yuanyan snorted, "Miss Zhang is leaving now?"

Miss Zhang stood up and nodded slightly, "I'm sorry, thank you for today's tea, Master Song." Then she left the table, took two steps and turned around, with a worried look on her face, and added, "Master, please take care Body."

Song Yuanyan looked at Miss Zhang with reluctance, until she walked out of the room, then sat down again, looked at Xu Qichen and started laughing.

I can still laugh.Xu Qichen sighed inwardly.

"Sit down." Song Yuanyan dragged Xu Qichen to the sofa again, Xu Qichen was really tired from standing, this time he didn't resist and had the right to take a break.

"Aren't you worried about me?" Song Yuanyan brought his face closer to Xu Qichen, but Xu Qichen pulled out the handkerchief he was holding from the table and waved it in front of Song Yuanyan.

A scent of flowers wafts through the air.

Song Yuanyan smiled, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Xu Qichen stretched out his fingers, dipped the red color on the handkerchief, and spread it with his fingertips.

"Thank you for thinking it out, use osmanthus oil to melt the rouge cream."

Song Yuanyan raised his eyebrows triumphantly, the touch of rouge on his lips made Xu Qichen accidentally distracted, thinking about the things in the last world.

"I'm in a daze again."

Xu Qichen put away his handkerchief, "Stop scaring people." He glanced at the table, but there were no tissues or anything.

So he tugged on his sleeves, supported Song Yuanyan's chin with one hand, and wiped off the rouge on his mouth with the other hand on the cuff, "I don't know, I thought you had tuberculosis, and the rumors outside will be all over the place." More."

Song Yuanyan suddenly grabbed Xu Qichen's hand, "So what?"

Xu Qichen was stunned.

It's too close, this distance.

"It's always bad to misunderstand people." Xu Qichen let go of the hand that was holding Song Yuanyan's chin.

"I'm not afraid of being misunderstood."

Xu Qichen was still about to say something, when he suddenly heard the sound of something falling at the door, turned around, and saw a lady with beautiful curly hair and a beige woolen suit squatting on the ground, picking up a small wine-red leather bag, her face The expression is very embarrassed.

Xu Qichen suddenly realized, and stood up from the sofa.

Say misunderstanding, misunderstanding will come.

However, this young lady came too early...

Song Yuanyan laughed at Yan Yan, "You are Miss Lin, right?"

Miss Lin's face was a little red, but she was not the same as Miss Zhang just now, "Yes."

Xu Qichen looked at the red tips of the lady's ears, and thought for a while about their posture just now from the angle of the door.

It's too ambiguous.

"Please come in."

"No." Ms. Lin took half a step back, with a bit of disdain on her face, "I was originally interested in Young Master Song, so I deliberately arrived early, but now it seems that we are not suitable, I will go back Explain to mother."

Ao is a bit arrogant, but it is also quite straightforward.

Song Yuanyan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and leaned on the sofa with a look of letting go, watching Miss Lin leave.

Xu Qichen sighed, he really accidentally became his accomplice.

All of a sudden, the two girls who came to the blind date ran away.

There were only the two of them left in the private room, Song Yuanyan lazily took out a pocket watch from his pocket, "Hey, it's only ten past four in the afternoon. The last lady made an appointment at 05:30, so it's enough to wait." Then he called the waiter, "Serve some delicious snacks from your place."

The little girl was a little embarrassed, "Master, we have a lot of snacks here, which ones do you want?"

Song Yuanyan thought for a while, "As much as possible, I will eat sweet things."

Xu Qichen glanced at him, and happened to meet Song Yuanyan's eyes, and he smiled at him, his brows and eyes curved, "Sit, let's wait while we eat."

Xu Qichen sat across from him this time and didn't eat much at noon. He was really hungry at the moment. The little girl quickly brought some delicate pastries, and Song Yuanyan piled them all in front of Xu Qichen, "Eat this, this plum blossom cake is from their restaurant I specially invited the pastry chef in Gusu to make it, it is fragrant and glutinous, and this, this Longjing crisp..."

Xu Qichen looked at the person in front of him across the table, wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

"Don't you want to eat these?" Song Yuanyan clapped his hands again, and this time it was the boy who just passed the notebook downstairs who came back, nodding and bowing.

"Do you have any special offerings today?"

Mao Boy scratched his head, "Today...today is the winter solstice..."

When Xu Qichen heard this, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and waved at him. The kid saw him and immediately went over, smiling obsequiously, "Brother Lin, what do you want to order?"

Xu Qichen motioned for him to listen to him, and the boy bent over and leaned over. Xu Qichen said something softly, and he nodded with a silly smile, "I see, just wait."

Turning his head, he saw Song Yuanyan, and he didn't know if it was his illusion or what, but he always felt that the young master's eyes were not very friendly.

"what happened to you?"

Song Yuanyan replied in a muffled voice, "It's nothing, it's uncomfortable."

"Where is the pain?"

Song Yuanyan lay sickly on the table, not answering.

He started to pretend to be sick again, Xu Qichen thought to himself, and put a piece of Longjing crisp in his mouth, it was quite delicious.

"Is it delicious?"

Xu Qichen nodded, "It's okay."

Song Yuanyan was still lying on his stomach, but tilted his head, with the tip of his chin resting on the back of his hand, "Give me a piece."

Xu Qichen originally let him do it himself, but when he saw his eyes, he felt familiar, but he couldn't bear it.

So he stretched out his finger, took a small piece of Longjing crisp, got up halfway, and brought it to Song Yuanyan's mouth.

The corner of the other party's mouth curled up, he opened his mouth contentedly, ate the pastry in his hand, and put his index finger in his lips for half a second intentionally or unintentionally.

Xu Qichen froze for a moment, then withdrew his hand.

Fingertips are a little wet.

After a while, the boy came in with a smile, holding two exquisite small porcelain bowls in his hand, and put them on the table, "You two have been waiting for a long time."

Xu Qichen smiled at him, "Thank you, you can go."

"okay."

There was hot mist billowing from the side of the bowl, Song Yuanyan straightened up and took a look, there were actually five white and fat glutinous rice balls in the bowl.

"Why are you eating this?"

"Winter solstice, don't we just eat glutinous rice balls here?" Xu Qichen picked up a spoon, "Try it."

Hearing what he said, Song Yuanyan scooped up a glutinous rice ball with a spoon and took a bite.

The black sesame filling flowed out from the glutinous glutinous glutinous rice ball skin.

Song Yuanyan didn't like this taste very much, so he panicked, put the remaining half of the glutinous rice balls back into the bowl, took a sip of tea and pressed it down.

Seeing Xu Qichen lower his head and eat with relish, "You like this stuffing."

"That's right." Xu Qichen could hardly hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth, and the tip of the spoon pierced another white glutinous rice ball, and a black liquid heart exuding a sweet smell flowed out from it.

"This stuffing is my favorite."

Song Yuanyan was stunned for a moment, but remained silent, and took another sip of tea with his face turned sideways.

You come and I go for several rounds, it is impossible to say who wins and who loses.