In fact, even if Qingshui doesn't use helping to cook, he will help her move things for free due to the relationship between the two. However, if she just wants to help her cook eighteen dishes, it is really good to be worth it.

This idea continued until he moved to the eighteenth carton, and at this time he had half the workload left before moving the entire carton.

When he was helping with the cartons, Qingshui started to work with him. Later, after she moved the cartons containing pots and pans upstairs, she made excuses to cook by herself, and let him do the rest by himself.

Finally, after putting all the items in the living room, Qian Linya lay down directly on the floor and gasped for breath.

"I said, Daoxianzhai, what are you?" Qian Linya asked, "Does girls need to use so many things for their home life?"

While cooking, Qingshui smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, you can eat good things soon."

"How long will it take?"

"Twenty minutes."

The layout of this room is a living room and dining room, with an open kitchen. Qingshui stood behind the cabinet, wearing a light blue apron and holding a spoon in his hand. Standing there, you can directly see Qian Linya.

After breathing, Qian Linya sat up from the floor.

"Zhao Youzhai, if you still have the strength, can you help to open the box with the second row of your feet with the words "Miscellaneous Three" written on it? It will be used for dinner later."

"What's inside?"

“It’s camping equipment.”

"Camping equipment?" Qian Linya looked up at her with an expression of "Are you serious?"

"Don't look at me like this, I'm actually a camping enthusiast." Miss Sakura flashed her eyes at him.

So that's it, swaying camping.

No, it's not this. Qian Linya drove away the strange thoughts in his mind and asked seriously: "I'm not asking you this, I'm asking, why do you need camping equipment when you're having a meal later?"

Qingshui was still busy cooking in her hands and replied, "Look, is there no table in this house?"

"Yeah?"

"I can only put a tablecloth in the living room later and eat in this empty room. Isn't that the same as camping?"

It turned out that she wanted to take out the tablecloth. She had considered this step.

However, looking back at the cartons of all sizes in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Qian Linya felt that there was no "empty" here.

He went to the cabinet to get the utility knife, sat on the floor, and cut the wide tape sticking to the carton in a straight line, cutting off both corners, and threw the utility knife aside, then opened the carton.

The first thing that came into sight was a neat and neatly stacked cute bras.

He picked up the bra with the fingertips of both hands and placed it in the air, observing it like a calligraphy work.

"I'm sorry, Daoxianzhai, what I just opened was not the box of Miscellaneous Things Three, but the box of Cloth Three. I saw it wrong."

"Yes." The sound of clear water cutting vegetables came from the kitchen.

"Daoxianzhai, your reaction is so cold."

Qingshui cut vegetables in an instant and still said, "Otherwise, what else can I do? Do you fight with you with this kitchen knife? I can't beat you. By the way, Zhao Youzhai, tell you, if you hold my bra for a few more seconds, I really have to fight with you, even if I can't beat you."

Qian Linya folded the bra and put it back, covered the cardboard of the box, carefully placed the box aside, and then found the box with the three items written on it, and cut it open with a utility knife again.

However, this time it was not camping equipment. The first thing that appeared in front of me was a dartboard.

"Dart? Daoxianzhai, you actually have this kind of hobby."

Qian Linya muttered, taking out the dart tray, revealing the things below, including a bunch of darts and a transparent plastic box with photos of himself in it.

Qian Linya put the dart board back...wait, his own photo?

He threw out the dart tray, opened the plastic box, and poured out his own photos.

About ten photos were made from electronic photos, with many eyes tied on them, and some were intact.

Especially the photo inside is only wearing swimming trunks, because it is the latest one, and it seems that it has never been used at all, and there is not a hole on it.

"Daoxianzhai, how much do you like me..."

Before, Qingshui instantly showed him the photo of Qian Linya on the dartboard. He thought he was just doing it occasionally, but he didn't expect that this was her daily homework, and she came in a different way.

After putting down the photo, he pointed his finger in the direction of the kitchen.

"Daoxianzhai."

"What are you doing?"

"I'll close the door tonight, don't think about doing something illegal."

"I will return these words to you intact."

"I doubt your mental state now. I doubt that you may assassinate me at any time. I will call Mengye and tell her that if something happens to her brother, the first suspect will always be the woman named Qingshui Shuna."

Qingshui rolled her eyes at him in an instant.

"By the way, there are no camping props in your three-carton box, just containing the evidence of your slapping me with a dart."

Qingshui's hand suddenly became flustered, but he quickly calmed down: "Ah, I told you before, didn't you know it?"

"I know, I know even more now."

"Camping props... Well, I think about it, it seems that it is not in the third place, it seems that it is in the third place. You can also look for it in the third place, it is in the third place.

What Qian Linya didn't expect was that this unboxing would become a form of a blind box.

He casually found another gadget, cut open it and saw a bunch of tea sets, very good, sealed it. Then he took another carton.

The carton is filled with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as props for pasting. Take out a piece of rice paper from it, and Qian Linya saw the draft Qingshui used to practice calligraphy in a flash.

Qingshui actually really understood calligraphy in an instant. The Chinese characters she wrote were elegant and timeless. Although they were not as good as her own, they were at least much more authentic than those students in the Calligraphy Department.

After looking through a few drafts, Qian Linya suddenly saw that one of the papers was covered with ink and the same poem was repeatedly written.

"In a spring trip, apricot blossoms blow all over my head. Who is young and has enough romantic family on the street? I want to marry you and spend my whole life. Even if I am abandoned ruthlessly, I can't be ashamed."

Seeing this draft, Qian Linya felt nervous.

On the rice paper in your hand, the pen and ink are erect and the ink is dripping, and every sentence is repeating this poem.

At the beginning, the notes were neat, and they looked like the font of a lady from a noble family. They were written in the second stroke and stroke. The brushwork and face were lingering between the characters, and some places were squeezed into a ball.

When I write it the third time, there are more blurry places, and some places also have ink dots that are unconsciously dots.

In the fourth time, the meaning of the word becomes broader again, and it explains it clearly in strokes and strokes, giving a bit of a sense of freedom. However, at the end, "Even if you are ruthless, you cannot stop" only writes the first half of the sentence, "Even if you are ruthless", there will be nothing afterwards.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The floor vibrated, and Qingshui had walked out of the back of the cabinet at some point, approaching Qian Linya with great momentum, and took away the piece of paper for practicing calligraphy from him.

"Zhao Youzhai! Even I will be angry! How can you just look at my personal belongings!"

“Eh?”

Qian Linya sat there blinking, and after a long trance, he said, "Hmm? Did you make a mistake? When you were looking at the bra just now, shouldn't you resist like this, right?"

...

Kiyomizu returned to the kitchen to cook. After a few minutes, the clouds on her face had dissipated. She hummed a song and listened to the tone. It was Otsuka Ai's "Cherry".

Qian Linya finally found the camping equipment he was looking for, a very professional camping tent, an inflatable sleeping mat, and then a tablecloth and a warm blanket.

At first he spread the tablecloth on the ground, and then he felt it was inconvenient to sit, so he put a few cardboard boxes together and covered the tablecloth to form a simple table.

Both walls of the living room are tall floor-to-ceiling windows. Through the large lattice window glass, you can see the bustling Tokyo outside the window. Vehicles are clearly running on the viaduct, and the tall buildings are filled with sight like towering trees in the tropical rainforest.

"I've been waiting for a long time!"

Qingshui instantly wore cute heat insulation gloves with warm colors and placed a pot of radish soup on the "table", and then put various Japanese family dishes one after another.

Although the cooking conditions and equipment are very simple, the dishes are rich and well-liked, and they look pretty good.

Qian Linya sat at the table made of cardboard boxes and suddenly felt homely.

"I'm starting!"

He picked up the chopsticks, closed his mouth and thanked him, then picked up the wooden bowl, and the clear water inside had already helped him fill with steaming rice.

"Yeah, it's delicious." Qian Linya tasted a few bites, not stingy with his praise.

"This kitchen is not easy to use, and the dishes this time did not reflect my level," Qingshui added next to it, "It should be better after packing it up in the afternoon."

Qian Linya is actually similar to a wolf. Just fill her stomach. He can’t taste some delicious food or not. He only knows whether a meal is easy to swallow.

However, Qingshui's cooking skills felt comparable to Mengye, and it was even better.

"I really can't think of what it is, no matter how delicious it is," Qian Linya stewed hard, "it was comparable to the professional chef's level."

"Haha, what's that?" Kiyomizu lifted her hair in an instant and said proudly, "I'm a professional chef. I haven't made tea kaiseki yet."

"You can make tea Kaiseki?" Qian Linya raised his head.

"Yes, isn't this the basic skill of the tea man?" Qumizu glanced at him in an instant, and his expression became narrow-minded. "Does Zhao Youzhai not make tea Kaiseki?"

Qian Linya lowered his head and had a meal: "The tea room is now separated from Kaiseki, and no one comes to eat Kaiseki."

"So, can you do it or not?" Quami asked in an instant.

"As long as the tea is good enough, it's enough! Just collect a disciple who can make refreshments at that time!"
To be continued...