The green camphor tree has a deep view

"Wow! Mecha-Man!"

At the entrance, Jing Long cheered, shook off Wen Qing's hand, and rushed to the mechanical device in the corner of the living room: "Sister, look! There is also the dog of the Mecha God of War!"

What is this mess?

Wen Qing stood at the entrance, wondering whether to change her shoes or not, when she suddenly remembered that even if there were women's slippers here, it would not be convenient for her to wear them.

"Wear this." Song Jingshen leaned over and took out a pair of light-colored men's slippers from the shoe cabinet, and threw them at her feet with a "pop".

Wen Qing looked at the boat-like shoes, was silent for a while, and finally put them on.

Song Jingshen strode into the living room, taking off his coat as he walked: "Is it fun?"

"It's fun!" Jing Long's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he said to Wen Qing who was following behind him, "Sister, can we come here every day from now on?"

"Be careful, this is not a toy." Wen Qing hurried forward to support Jing Long and whispered, "Can I take you to Baby King tomorrow?"

"No! This place is more fun than Baby King. The mechas here are real."

"What kind of mecha is this? It's just a semi-finished device." Wen Qing looked at Jing Long, who looked like he had never seen the world, and complained softly.

"You read that right. These are all discarded semi-finished products from the laboratory. I brought them back and modified them." Song Jingshen looked at her and smiled. "Do you like it?"

"I like it!" Jing Long admired Song Jingshen very much, "Brother is awesome! Can I come here every day in the future?"

"Unless you bring your sister with you."

"Why?" Jing Long was surprised, "If she doesn't come, then I can't come?"

"Yes." Song Jingshen ignored Wen Qing's unhappy look and threw his coat on the sofa. "If she doesn't come, no one will cook for you."

"You don't know how to cook?" Wen Qing asked unhappily, "You don't eat at home by yourself?"

"He can't eat what I eat." Song Jingshen said calmly, "I don't cook either."

"Sister, you don't have to cook for me. Just accompany me to sleep. I can't sleep without you." Jing Long looked at her eagerly, "I will fall asleep early, don't leave me!"

Wen Qing felt so distressed that she stroked Jing Long's chubby face: "How could I abandon you? It's just that it will be inconvenient for your brother if we live here..."

"Why is it inconvenient?" Jing Long asked, "Why are you adults so troublesome! This is inconvenient, that is inconvenient, I don't think there is anything inconvenient, this place is just like a mansion, there are beds and quilts, and there are mechas here!"

Wen Qing was speechless for a moment, and after a long while she managed to squeeze out a few words: "Then you have to be obedient..."

"When did I disobey you?" Jing Long said angrily, "I have been obedient since my mother passed away. As long as you are with me, I will always be obedient!"

"Okay, okay, I won't leave. Jing Long is the most obedient..." Wen Qing kept comforting him.

"Heh...if you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment." Song Jingshen sneered, took a few steps forward to pull her up, and looked down at her face, "Why don't you go clean up the bedroom? The things have been delivered."

Wen Qing pushed him away, lowered her head and walked towards the bedroom. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a big suitcase.

She squatted down, opened the box, took out Jing Long's clothes, picture books, colored pencils and other items one by one, and arranged them neatly on the big bed.

"The cabinets are empty, put whatever you want." Song Jingshen stood at the door, "After you finish cleaning up, make some food. I just didn't eat."

Wen Qing felt a surge of energy rushing to her head, swirling around and falling back. She and Jing Long had just had a burger each, and Jing Long had eaten fries, but he didn't eat anything.

"Okay." Wen Qing responded softly, thinking, just assume that he can't take care of himself. This is just humanitarian aid, and she's doing good deeds every day.

"Don't bother, just cook some noodles." Song Jingshen looked at her and smiled, then strode towards the master bedroom.

After he walked away, Wen Qing stood up and looked around the room carefully.

This bedroom is bigger than her dormitory, and the home furnishing colors are only black, white and gray. In addition to the big bed and wardrobe, there is also a set of desks and bookshelves piled with some professional books.

It's neither fish nor fowl. Wen Qing curled her lips, put Jing Long's picture book on the desk, and picked a few books she liked to read and put them on the bedside.

Jing Long's things were almost cleaned up, and there was still an unopened bag in the box. Wen Qing opened the bag and found that it was full of her clothes and supplies, even sanitary napkins.

Wen Qing blushed immediately. Butler Yu was really... conscientious and responsible. He knew that she would live here with Jing Long and prepared everything.

When she took the bag out, there was only a laptop left in the box, which she had been using to process data in the Song family mansion these days.

Wen Qing put the computer on the desk, put the box in the upper layer of the closet, sat on the bed to rest for a while, and started thinking about cooking again.

Jing Long was still happily fiddling with the mechanical devices in the living room. Wen Qing walked over and asked, "Are you hungry again? Do you want some noodles?"

"Eat, the pork chop noodles you made are delicious."

"There may not be spare ribs..." Wen Qing muttered as she walked towards the kitchen and ran into Song Jingshen who had just finished taking a shower.

He was wearing a bathrobe and getting some water to drink in the kitchen. When he saw Wen Qing's evasive look, he looked very calm.

"There should be some spare ribs in the refrigerator. Butler Yu just bought some. Can you look for them?"

"Yeah, you come out first." Wen Qing looked away.

"Why, you can't cook while I'm here?"

"…I'm afraid you'll smell the fumes." Wen Qing lowered her head and refused to step into the kitchen.

Song Jingshen stepped out of the kitchen door holding a cup of water and walked to her side: "Then you have to take a shower after cooking, don't let the fumes hurt the child."

His hair was not dry and his body exuded a faint herbal scent, which should be the smell of shower gel, but when you get closer, you can tell that his body is emitting a strong heat from hormones.

Wen Qing liked his smell at this moment, which was the strong scent of a healthy man, but his approach made her uncomfortable. She turned around and went to the kitchen, but her arm was grabbed.

"Didn't Lao Yu bring you slippers?" he asked in a low voice.

Wen Qing said nothing.

"What are you wearing in the mansion? Naked?" His tone was frivolous, almost teasing.

"Wear my aunt's." Wen Qing pushed his hand away calmly, but couldn't. "I can't stay here for a few days anyway."

"Wear mine here? Isn't it too big?"

Song Jingshen looked down at her toes, which were white and round, like a string of jade beads, embedded in his wide slippers, making her feet look even smaller.

"I'll bring a pair of slippers tomorrow." Wen Qing said, continuing to push his hand, "Jing Long is hungry, I'll go cook."

Song Jingshen pulled her to sit down, picked up the phone from the kitchen island and dialed: "Hello, you haven't slept yet, send me a pair of slippers, size 37."

Wen Qing glanced at him and said nothing, but her face turned red.

Song Jingshen hung up the phone and leaned against the island: "There are so many corners in the kitchen. It doesn't matter if you make the food smell bad, but it will be troublesome if you trip. I don't want to go to the hospital in the middle of the night."

"Then let me order takeout for you?" Wen Qing took out her phone. "There's a delicious noodle restaurant nearby."

"I'll eat what you cook." Song Jingshen looked at her, "You won't lose out by exchanging a pair of slippers for a bowl of noodles."

After a while, the slippers were delivered. Wen Qing went to the door to pick them up and put them on. Without saying a word, she went to the kitchen to work.

Song Jingshen had already walked back to the study, Jing Long was studying a mecha ladybug in the living room, Wen Qing took out a box of fresh ribs from the refrigerator, put them in a pot of cold water, and blanched them with onion, ginger, and cooking wine.

The kitchen has everything except a few signs of use. It seems that Song Jingshen really doesn't cook. For him, the kitchen is just a place to drink water and coffee.

After blanching the ribs, Wen Qing found an unopened pressure cooker in the cupboard, rinsed it with water, and placed it on the stove. She then fried the ribs with sugar color, added onions, ginger, spices, and soy sauce, and finally put everything into the pressure cooker, poured in hot water, and stewed it.