I kicked the male lead away

"En." Fang Zhilan thought for a long time, her voice was inaudible.

She still decided to explain: "Sister Chu, Sima Chen and I are really not what you imagined..."

"That's all." Chu Qingshu interrupted her with a calm expression, "Alan, I don't want to hear you say these things now."

Fang Zhilan's lips parted, and finally closed tightly.

Chu Qingshu didn't want to listen to her, so Fang Zhilan just kept to herself, and didn't make a sound until she returned to the village.

After fastening the horse, Chu Qingshu turned around and saw her following behind her, her head drooping, and her toes playing with a small stone intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing Chu Qingshu approaching, Fang Zhilan hurriedly withdrew her feet: "Sister Chu, are you hungry? I'll make chicken soup for you tonight, okay..."

Suddenly remembering the injury on her hand, her voice stopped abruptly, her eyes were dark and misty, like a dazed and innocent little beast.

After all, Chu Qingshu couldn't bear it anymore: "If you want to drink, I'll do it."

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In a blink of an eye, the smoke from the cooking rose from the mountains, and Chu Qingshu practiced at the border, killing chickens in an orderly manner.

The chickens in the mountains are all free-range. They grow up eating bugs. They have always reacted quickly. Some of them can fly high with a wave of their wings, but they are still not as fast as Chu Qingshu's arrows.

Fang Zhilan frantically followed behind Chu Qingshu, watching her cut open the chicken's trachea, scald the chicken to shed its hair, and then chop the whole chicken into small pieces.

The whole process was orderly, Chu Qingshu lowered her eyebrows, she didn't look like she was killing a chicken, but rather like she was making a delicate handicraft.

Although Fang Zhilan's hands were free, his mouth couldn't be idle, pointing and pointing: "Here, here, the chicken feathers haven't been plucked clean."

"You can't have the chicken butt, cut it aside and feed it to the dog later."

"Wait until the pan is dry before adding oil, be careful not to be splashed."

There is a sound of "哗啦", the chicken pieces are added to the oil pan and stir-fried until half-cooked, then add water and simmer slowly.

The setting sun was about to fall, and the slanting golden light shone into the room, which was quite warm.

Chu Qingshu gradually felt the temperature penetrate into her heart.

Add soaked dried shiitake mushrooms to the chicken soup and simmer slowly over low heat. The pot of soup gurgles and the aroma gradually diffuses.

While Chu Qingshu was staring at the lid of the pot, she suddenly snuggled up to a warm body behind her.

"Sister Chu." Fang Zhilan wrapped her arms around her waist and muttered softly, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

It's not that Chu Qingshu didn't feel her small intention to please her today, but she never responded.

To please means to have a guilty conscience.

After a long silence, Chu Qingshu finally said, "Alan, why did you lie to me?"

"I..." I didn't expect that she was still obsessed with this matter. Fang Zhilan pressed her face to Chu Qingshu's thin back, and through the thin clothes, she could even feel the temperature of her skin. Kind of wronged, "Sister Chu, I don't want to either."

She doesn't want to do it, so is there anyone else who insists on her not being able to do it?

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of Chu Qingshu's lips.

But even so, she still couldn't bear to blame her.

However, I also insisted on an answer in my heart.

"If one day..." Chu Qingshu opened her mouth, her eyes were filled with mist from distant mountains, and the clouds and smoke could not be seen, "Sima Chen and I can only choose one, who will you choose?"

Fang Zhilan paused, pursing her lips, not knowing how to answer.

After a long time, she said sullenly, "I don't know."

She didn't even bother to lie, Chu Qingshu was about to be laughed at by Fang Zhilan.

She turned around and straightened Fang Zhilan's long hair on her temples: "I see."

At that time, she will make the choice for her.

"Huh?" Fang Zhilan was confused.

What does she know?

But seeing that Chu Qingshu didn't seem to be that angry anymore, Fang Zhilan felt elated, her invisible little tail wagged, and tiptoed to kiss her on the face.

She knew that sister Chu was the best.

The soup in the pot was about to be stewed, and under Fang Zhilan's guidance, Chu Qingshu pasted round cakes kneaded by noodles on the side of the pot.

The chicken soup was filled to the brim, and the noodle cakes turned golden brown. Fang Zhilan sucked in her saliva, salivating.

At this moment, a powerful voice sounded from the door, and said happily: "I said that something is fragrant for three miles. It turns out that you two are here to start a small stove."

Fang Zhilan turned her back to the door, pursed her mouth.

Naturally, only Kotaro could come to the door to eat and drink so cheekily.

He was not polite at all, he helped to bring things to the table, and scooped up three big bowls of white rice graciously: "If you don't talk about it, two people are good, one cooks and the other is a companion. When you're not around, miss, this little stupid girl can only be alone, burning fire and cooking vegetables, busy around."

Hearing this, Chu Qingshu glanced at Fang Zhilan: "It won't happen in the future."

It's not like saying this to Huitaro at all, but like saying it to her specially.

The three of them sat down around the table, Fang Zhilan's hands were wrapped in gauze, so she could only drink the soup with a bowl in both hands.

Chu Qingshu herself was not in a hurry to eat, but first cleaned the bones of the chicken, picked up the soft and glutinous chicken with chopsticks, and handed it to Fang Zhilan's lips.

In front of the food, Fang Zhilan was not polite, she took a sip, squinting her eyes to savor it in satisfaction.

One of the two is responsible for feeding, and the other is responsible for eating, and the tacit understanding is perfect.

Keitaro saw it but pretended not to see it, and just buried his head in his mouth and ate the white rice soaked in chicken soup.

Probably because this body has been used to being hungry since childhood, and has always had a small stomach, so Fang Zhilan was full after a few mouthfuls.

After eating and drinking enough, and walking so much today, it is natural that I am sleepy.

Chu Qingshu put down her chopsticks, her brows and eyes softened: "Are you full?"

"En." Fang Zhilan nodded like a chicken pecking rice, half answering her words, half sleepy.

"Go to sleep first." Chu Qingshu stretched out her hand and rubbed the top of her hair, "Wait for me to boil the hot water before you get up."

Fang Zhilan got up obediently when she heard this, and Chu Qingshu took her by the wrist and went to the next bedroom.

Fang Zhilan couldn't touch anything with her hands, and stood aside, waiting for Chu Qingshu to arrange the quilt, then she just lay down.

As soon as the back of her head touched the pillow, she yawned several times in quick succession.

Chu Qingshu leaned over and lifted the quilt up for her.

"Sister Chu." Fang Zhilan stared at her in a daze.

"Ok?"

"I like you so much."

The flame of the oil lamp on the table suddenly jumped down, and it returned to calm in an instant.

Chu Qingshu's breath was stagnant, and just about to open her mouth to say something, she found that Fang Zhilan had already closed her eyes contentedly and fell asleep after finishing speaking.

She lowered her head, planted a soft kiss on her forehead, and then closed the door and went out.

At the table in the small kitchen, Terutaro was still chomping down on the meat without lifting his head from the bowl.

Chu Qingshu walked over and sat down, scooped up a bowl of soup for herself, picked up chopsticks and ate slowly: "During the days I was away, what happened in the village?"

"I'm here." Hui Taro patted his chest, "What's the matter? Miss, don't worry."

"Then why did Sima Chen escape?" Chu Qingshu's expression was indifferent, showing no emotion.

Hui Taro was taken aback, and it took him a long time to remember who Sima Chen was: "Escape? Didn't he escape? That little girl didn't tell you?"

"En." Chu Qingshu's eyes darkened a bit, "What do you mean, she let him go?"

Her complexion was not good, and Hui Taro suddenly realized that he seemed to have said something that should not be said.

"That..." Terutaro rubbed his hands, "At that time, I just wanted to send this hot potato away, and I forgot to ask you."

"About when did it happen?" Chu Qingshu asked.

Terutaro vaguely announced a time.

Chu Qingshu made up her mind, her eyes were indifferent.

It was when her letter about taking Sima Chen's life was delivered to Fang Zhilan.

Seeing the gloom on her face became more and more obvious, Hui Taro started to laugh, pretending to be okay and said: "Miss, don't blame that little girl, she is also for the good of our village."

"Besides, when you're not around, she's pretty good, except for the occasional few days ago..."

Hui Taro's voice stopped abruptly, apparently mentioning something that shouldn't be mentioned.

"Occasionally what?" Chu Qingshu frowned.

"Harmful! It's nothing." Huitaro originally wanted to keep silent, but under Chu Qingshu's penetrating eyes, he was defeated, "It's actually not a big deal, but a few days ago, there was always a little boy looking He came to the door and insisted on sending her a love letter. According to the brothers, it seems that a teacher in the town was rejected by Miss Alan at first, but he came every day after that..."

"However, the little girl is so pretty, it's perfectly normal to be liked by the little boy, not to mention him as a teacher, even several small fire juices in our village..."

Huitaro didn't want to say it at first, but when she asked, he started nagging non-stop at the moment, talking vigorously.

She didn't notice Chu Qingshu's face as dark as the bottom of a pot at all.

With a "click" sound, the bamboo chopsticks in her hand broke.

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On the bed, Fang Zhilan sneezed in a daze and woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that there was someone in front of the bed at some point.

She shivered in fright, and after seeing clearly that it was Chu Qingshu, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister Chu, are you still asleep?"

Responding to her was Chu Qingshu's fingertips that touched her forehead, along the bridge of her nose, and stroked down to her lips.

"..." Fang Zhilan inexplicably felt her lips itching, subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked it.

The wet tongue licked Chu Qingshu's fingers.

Under the moonlight, she saw Chu Qingshu's eyes, which were shining cautiously.

Chu Qingshu resisted the urge to bully the person on the bed, her voice was a little thirsty: "Alan, the water is boiling, get up and wash before going to sleep."

"That's right." As soon as she said it, Fang Zhilan remembered that she hadn't taken a shower yet.

Even in the mountains, the summer sun can still make people sweat.

As a pretty girl who loves cleanliness, Fang Zhilan couldn't bear it, so she obediently got up from the bed.

Then, because she couldn't get her hands wet, she sat on the bed and watched Chu Qingshu adjust the water temperature.