Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

After sending the three away, Song Pingqing suddenly laughed and pulled Murong Xue away: "Come on, I'll take you to eat the real Xiao Zao."

A real small stove?

Murong Xue's eyes lit up.

Song Pingqing pulled Murong Xue all the way to his own craft room.

There was a dim warm light on in the corridor outside the house. Through the dim studio, Murong Xue could see that there were several layers of thick insulation boards on the wooden floor of the outer corridor, and a strange-looking oven was placed on top of them.

Murong Xue looked at it a few more times and sniffed.

"There's no scent."

"You'll know in a moment." Song Pingqing wrapped Murong Xue in a coat, hat and scarf, and then wrapped himself in one, before opening the double-glazed door leading to the outside corridor.

The cold wind blew in, and I had eaten little for dinner that night, so I couldn't stand such a cold wind.

Murong Xue subconsciously shrank her face into her scarf.

This scarf, which is mainly sky blue with alternating pink and white crocheted patterns, was newly knitted by Song Pingqing this year.

This person's handicraft is now even more amazing. Although he took it apart several times and spent two months of his spare time, Song Pingqing still managed to use pink and white to weave the shapes of snowflakes and deer on the blue scarf.

Even the deer's eyes were embellished with rubies.

Murong Xue loved this gift which took so much energy, patience and thought.

If it weren't for the fact that it would wear out if worn every day, and if she also had to consider that always wearing the same scarf when appearing in school would give others the illusion that the "Murong family has fallen on hard times", Murong Xue would really like to wear it every day.

When she walked to the corridor, Murong Xue finally saw the full picture of this strange stove.

The kind of oven that Song Pingqing wanted was simply not available here, so he could only draw a blueprint and give it to someone else to make it.

Song Pingqing's painting was simple. The oven was not very big and looked ordinary from the outside. It was just an enlarged version of a large metal box, with only four round openings with handles on it.

Murongxue came closer to take a closer look, but Song Pingqing pulled her away and said, "Don't get so close. Be careful not to get burned."

"What on earth is this?" Murong Xue was curious.

“Roasted corn and roasted sweet potatoes.”

Song Pingqing squatted down, gently opened a small drawer under the oven, and checked the charcoal fire inside.

The corn and sweet potatoes in here were grilled by her after dinner when she took the opportunity to wash her hands and rinse her mouth.

Song Pingqing put on thick heat-insulating gloves, opened the round opening, and took out the roasted corn and sweet potatoes.

Last year, when they were having a snowball fight, the sweet potatoes that were thrown directly into the fire and roasted did not look good. Even though they were wrapped in tin foil when roasting, Murong Xue was unwilling to eat them because of the black appearance.

The tin foil was still a little black this time, but it looked much better than last time. Plus, Song Pingqing had wrapped the food with thick enough tin foil, so Murong Xue was finally willing to take a bite reluctantly.

But I couldn't help but say, "If they don't taste good, I'll be very disappointed."

After all, it was something that the young lady dared to try only after she had made sufficient mental preparation.

"You try it." Song Pingqing peeled a corn for her.

Eat it without making a sound.

The body is Chinese, the heart is Chinese, and of course the stomach is Chinese.

Song Pingqing even specially prepared a spoon for her to scoop out the roasted sweet potatoes.

The baked sweet potatoes tasted delicious. Murong Xue put on a thick heat-insulating glove on one hand and used a small spoon with the other hand to scoop a little bit and put it in her mouth.

The sweet and rich taste spreads in the mouth, and the texture is soft and sticky, which is the most essential sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

"I've tasted this before." Murong Xue thought for a moment, "Is this what cheese mashed potatoes taste like?"

"Yes." Song Pingqing said with a smile, "Cheese mashed potatoes are made from sweet potatoes."

Murong Xue took another bite and smiled: "Well, I was not disappointed."

In the dim corridor, the two of them hid together and secretly ate the food that Murong Xue unilaterally thought looked unclean. This atmosphere did not disappoint her.

Even very satisfied.

After all, there is joy in stealing food...only those who steal it know it.

This is just like what some ancient men often said: A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a secret lover.

Main meals are not as delicious as midnight snacks, midnight snacks are not as delicious as snacks, and clean snacks are not as delicious as the snacks that parents don’t allow you to eat.

Song Pingqing prepared a special meal for Murong Xuezhu, just to punish her for her rebellious behavior, but no matter what, the food she eats still has to be clean.

After all, being caught cheating and being caught cheating and having an upset stomach are two completely different outcomes.

Coal Ball jumped up and down beside him and finally got half a sweet potato as a reward, with his nose covered with sweet potato paste.

Song Pingqing was so disgusted that he quickly took a wet towel to wipe it clean.

"I'm still wiping its face." Murong Xue's main feature now is that she is jealous of everyone.

"You're not happy with helping me take care of your son." Song Pingqing handed her the wet wipes, "How about you do it?"

Murong Xue immediately stopped talking and picked up the roasted sweet potato: "No, I still need to eat."

Although she reluctantly accepted the food, she still couldn't accept touching food after touching the coal briquettes.

Even if you raise it yourself, it is not allowed.

After the secret class was over, the three people over there had had enough of their snowball fights and started making snowmen in the yard.

Song Pingqing looked around and asked, "Where's Wu Qiming?"

"My coat was torn by Shen Ci, so I went upstairs to change it." Wen Zhuo was working on his snowman that looked like a sculpture.

Shen Ci heard it and poked his head out from behind the snowman, saying a little embarrassedly, "I accidentally used too much force."

"What's wrong with that? Isn't this the charm of snowball fights?"

While Song Pingqing was talking, the nanny brought over a few stew pots: "Ladies and gentlemen, come and drink some pear soup to moisten your lungs."

The two men put down the half-built snowman and came in.

Everyone held a bowl of hot pear soup, which was a very comfortable and relaxing feeling.

This is the recipe provided by the chef of Gu Zongnan's family. Since I came here specially that year, I can drink it often in the beautiful country.

Wu Qiming changed his coat and went downstairs again, and saw everyone sitting in a row drinking pear soup.

They waited until almost ten o'clock, and it was time for a midnight snack, but Murong Xue still had no intention of eating it.

Song Pingqing replaced Shen Ci to help her play cards, and sat down next to Murong Xue: "When are you going to eat chicken noodle soup?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them all looked at Murong Xue.

Murong Xue was not willing to meet their expectations. She just took out a second pancake expressionlessly in front of everyone and said, "I'm not hungry. Let's eat tomorrow."

If you want to eat and drink for free, you have to pay the price for it.

Wu Qiming was so shocked that he forgot about winning and watched Qing Yi Se and the fragrant chicken soup rice noodles slip away from him.

Didn't expect?

Murong Xue protects her food even when she is full!