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

He was obviously extremely curious, yet he was trying to remain calm.

Song Pingqing didn't want to interrupt Murongxue's lovely pride, so he lowered his head and raised the corners of his lips: "Southern Yunnan Rose Vinegar."

Song Pingqing picked up the wine jug and poured it into the small wine glass. The rosy and translucent rose vinegar looked particularly beautiful in the white porcelain cup.

"Jealous?!" Murong Xue's expression froze.

She had already figured out how to act the role of a drunk person, and she had even figured out what state she would be in before getting into bed.

Song Pingqing told her at this time that this was vinegar?

But someone was still unaware and pushed the small wooden plate in front of Murong Xue along the waves, still explaining the origin of this cup of rose vinegar:

"The Wei Ka planting base in southern Yunnan is developing very well. This is a southern Yunnan specialty they sent over. I think it tastes good, so I brought it here specially."

What he said was all true, but Murong Xue felt a little disappointed.

Feeling disappointed, but not showing it, he stared at the rosy, clear and bright rose vinegar in the cup in front of him for a long time, and finally pretended to be curious:

"How can there be such vinegar?"

How could there be such a person?!

"It's made with fresh double roses and buckwheat vinegar." Song Pingqing recalled the information he had looked up and explained.

"Wash and dry fresh double-petal roses, put them in a glass jar, add buckwheat vinegar and old rock sugar, seal it and leave it there. This way, the aroma of the roses and the sweet aroma of the rock sugar will be completely integrated into the buckwheat vinegar."

Murong Xue stared at the rose vinegar in the small wine glass: "Well, this fragrance is very nice, I like it very much."

It would be even better if it was wine.

When Song Pingqing heard her say that she liked it, he was secretly delighted: "I remember that when you attended the banquet before, you liked to choose this kind of fragrant drink."

"But I didn't find the kind of wine you liked so much last time."

Murong Xue, who was staring at the rose vinegar in a trance, suddenly froze her expression.

Murong Xue: Of course you can’t find it. After all, that was the result of me spraying perfume and pretending to be drunk.

He even pretended to be generous and said, "It's okay. Although you didn't find that kind of wine, this one smells good too."

"I'm glad you don't mind." Song Pingqing had no idea he was being tricked. "Try it and see if it suits your taste."

"I want to try it." Murong Xue turned sideways and looked at Song Pingqing, who was squatting by the hot spring pool in casual clothes. "Aren't you going to come down and take a bath with us?"

Such a big pond.

"I was so busy asking people to arrange the rose vinegar that I didn't have time to change clothes." Song Pingqing smiled, "Wait for me first."

Compared to Murong Xue's cute and elegant swimsuit, Song Pingqing's swimsuit is just plain and ordinary.

The most stable and common pure black split style has only one silver shoulder strap as decoration.

But after putting it on, her abdominal muscles were clearly revealed.

When girls work out their abdominal muscles, the first thing that gets worked out is their abs.

But all along, Song Pingqing has been following the strategy of "giving Murong Xue something good to eat".

In order to surpass those unknown "male protagonists" in terms of beauty, she deliberately adjusted her diet and training methods.

In short, after going through all kinds of strict control, she managed to develop these difficult-to-train abdominal muscles.

As soon as Song Pingqing stepped out of the hot spring pool, Murong Xue's eyes couldn't help but stick to Song Pingqing's abdominal muscles.

Abdominal muscles, good stuff.

Song Pingqing found it funny when he saw Murong Xue's gaze fixed on his abdominal muscles:

"You've seen it so many times, and you've put your hands there when you sleep, so why are you still attracted to abs?"

Sure enough, no one can resist good-looking abdominal muscles.

Song Pingqing's sense of accomplishment +1, but she still couldn't help thinking more in her heart: The way she looks really makes me feel that she will be snatched away by the male protagonist with abdominal muscles.

Murong Xue did not avert her gaze, but picked up the rose vinegar and took a sip like drinking wine.

The sour and sweet buckwheat vinegar, wrapped in the unique rich aroma of double-petal roses, diffused between Murong Xue's lips and teeth.

Murong Xue deliberately put on the appearance of a young lady who was used to seeing all kinds of "beautiful girls" and put the empty cup back on the tray.

This behavior is just like that of a cool rich second generation who is eating with his abdominal muscles.

"Don't you understand this?"

Murong Xue was unwilling to give up after playing a "carefree and casual" role, and said in a worldly tone: "Looking at abdominal muscles in this atmosphere will certainly give you some unique feelings."

Song Pingqing unceremoniously reached out and pinched her face, his tone becoming a bit more stern: "What nonsense are you talking about, little kid?"

Murong Xue: Pingqing is still too upright.

If what was placed on the water at this moment was not rose vinegar but rose wine, Murong Xue would have to explain to Song Pingqing what real nonsense was.

What a pity, it’s vinegar.

So Murong Xue could only sigh in dissatisfaction: "It's beautiful and I can't let people say it."

Finally, finally, it was Broken Stone's turn to get his ears hot.

Song Pingqing reached for the wine jug filled with vinegar, poured a glass for Murongxue and himself, and changed the subject: "I just tasted it, how do you think it tastes?"

The lingering rose scent brought by the small cup of vinegar just now has not yet dissipated from Murong Xue's mouth.

Murong Xue still had the feeling that she was surrounded by bouquets of roses.

She had to admit that, although it wasn't wine, the rose vinegar really suited her taste: "Not bad."

When Song Pingqing heard this, he automatically translated it into "It tastes very good, I like it very much."

Over the past decade or so, Song Pingqing has already figured out Murong Xue's preferences and style.

If the eldest lady said it was just average, then it was mediocre and there was no need to order this thing next time.

To say it’s okay means it’s OK. I’d like to have a little more next time, but only a little.

He said it was pretty good and he liked it. He would order more next time, the better.

As for milk tea?

The milk tea made by Song Pingqing himself has its own evaluation system in Murongxue's mind and cannot be included in this kind of calculation.

"Well, I still have some. You can take it with you when you go back." Seeing that she had finished the rose vinegar in the cup, Song Pingqing added some more to her cup.

"You can drink a little when you are tired of studying. It smells good and won't make you drunk like alcohol."

Murong Xue nodded.

Although at this moment, the two of them were still unaware of each other's little thoughts, they inexplicably had a very tacit and synchronized idea.

Murong Xue: She gave me rose vinegar, so isn't that just giving me roses?

Song Pingqing: I gave her rose vinegar, so if you round it off, isn't that just giving her roses?

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue: This is a real rose, it can't be pretended by those roses in the flower shop!