Chen Shu suddenly remembered something again, so he asked, "How can you cultivate your grief? You won't be beaten to death, right?"

"Are you scared?" Ning Qing tilted his head slightly and glanced at him with his eyes slanted, "Do not die."

"Are you asking seriously?"

"Take time to grind."

"Okay."

Chen Shu grabbed a strand of her hair, wrapped it around her fingers in a spiral shape, and watched the night with her, blowing the night wind until the lights turned off by the river.

...

Saturday, April 10th.

Ning Qing’s 23rd birthday.

Chen Banxia still came with her sisters, but she found something was wrong with her sister today. She was expressionless and did not smile or be angry. Even if she tripped by a stone while walking, she didn't think of slapping the stone. This was very unusual.

"What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

"happy……"

"Then you laugh."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Zhang Yogurt pulled open the corners of his mouth stiffly, and the laughter seemed to be like a primary school student reading a text aloud.

"Don't scare me!"

Chen Banxia hurriedly asked the little girl next to her:

"What's wrong with Xiaoxiao?"

"I'm stupid."

"What does it mean to be stupid?"

"It means not being smart."

"..." Chen Banxia was silent for two seconds, "Why did she become stupid?"

"I was stupid last night."

The little girl was holding her cartoon water cup, staring at the worry on Chen Banxia's face, and added: "She often does this and will get better without realizing it in two days."

"oh……"

When Chen Banxia thought about it carefully, it actually fits the character of the little sister.

"Hi!"

I was no longer worried.

At this time, Chen Shu and Qingqing were already busy in the kitchen.

I saw all kinds of ingredients, seasonings and spices placed neatly on the stove. The dishes cut in sliced ​​are the same thin and thick. All the cubes or diced cubes are the same size. If they are paste with meat and minced ginger and garlic, they are cut into even small particles, which makes people feel comfortable.

A shaved potato is placed on the cutting board.

"Bang..."

Chen Shu snapped his fingers.

The potatoes suddenly became even shredded potatoes, only different in length, and spread on the cutting board.

"How is it? Are you handsome?" Chen Shu glanced at Ning Qing beside him, "I'm sorry to notify you, Ning Dunzi, you are unemployed."

“Where did you learn it?”

"A senior brother used to be the one who was beaten badly by me on the ring."

"Teaten me."

"You teach me if you preach? This is a trade secret!"

"Spiritual Law Net."

"It's not on the shelves yet. This is the development version. He doesn't know how to cook. He doesn't know the requirements of the cooker. Please help me test it... If you want to buy it at the Lingfa Open, you have to wait for at least two more months."

Chen Shu said, counting the ingredients and turning on the fire to cook.

"Hmm? Ignore me?

"Not to make up for it!"

Chen Shu didn't notice that Ning Qing, who was originally standing next to him, quietly moved her footsteps and came behind him. Her eyes passed over his shoulders and watched him splashing the fireworks in the world.

When he noticed it, his hands were wrapped around his waist, and his white hands were folded together in front of him, and Ning Qing's upper body was pressed against his back, making him very soft.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Shu was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was: "Want to bribe me?"

After a few seconds, I heard Ning Qing's voice, which was clear and pleasant, almost sounding behind my ears:

"Let's go in love?"

"?"

"I think you're right." Ning Qing whispered, "Worrying about those meaningless is not helpful to happiness. No matter how high or low the probability is, we will make up for the missing part ourselves. If the prediction results of the world will are really accurate, it will not keep changing the answer."

"?"

"So let's fall in love!" Ning Qing said, "Maybe when we reach the ninth level, it will be the time when disaster strikes. Before that, we should seize the time to enjoy every minute and every second together."

"Secretary Ning..."

"Um."

"You practice "worry-free", and you have to tell me."

“It doesn’t matter.”

"This is very important, you're scaring me to death."

"Don't change the subject...will you?"

"……No!"

"Why?"

Ning Qing hugged Chen Shu a little tighter. She turned her head and pressed her face against Chen Shu's back. She felt his body temperature through a thin layer of fabric, and her delicate body was also closer to him.

Amitabha, you have committed sins!

Who can withstand this?
Chapter completed!