I don't know why, sleeping here is inexplicably peaceful, and when she gets up, the sun is already hanging high in the sky.

Jia Qingming quickly put on his clothes and walked outside.

But looking at the table, the food has been arranged, it is obvious that he has already cooked the food.

"I……"

Jia Qingming was a little embarrassed, she was a woman, and she woke up so late.

"Come over for dinner, but what I made is awful!"

He Lianchi is not that kind of male chauvinist man. He has lived alone for so long, and he doesn't have the habit of being a gentleman away from the kitchen.

Naturally, it doesn't matter, and he knows that Jia Qingming is also because after diving before, he hasn't raised it yet.

In this state, naturally there is nothing to say.

"good!"

Jia Qingming responded and walked up to him and sat down.

Looking at the food in front of me, I couldn't help but feel the black line.

She admitted that their food is pretty good.

After all, in her house, all she eats is gruel and cornmeal buns. You don't see any fishy meat all year round. When you buy a piece of fat, you just rubbed it in the pot when you were cooking, and it was a bit fishy.

But he does have something to eat here.

The porridge is not gruel, it is cooked thick, if it doesn't have the burnt taste, it will definitely be better.

Early in the morning, there were chickens, but that chicken...uh...white-flower-flower, it didn't seem to have any appetite.

Not to mention, the kind of buns with buns that look like stones.

This obviously has good ingredients, but it has been ruined.

The words he just said did not show any self-effacement. He really couldn't cook.

"Hurry up!"

He Lianchi called Jia Qingming to eat again, and he started holding a chicken leg and placed it in Jia Qingming's bowl.

"good!"

Jia Qingming agreed, holding the chicken leg, but he smelled a lot of fishy anger, even on the top of the chicken leg, he saw some bloodshot eyes.

Seeing this, she silently clamped the chicken legs into his bowl.

"Early in the morning, I just drink porridge!"

Then she picked up the bowl again and took a bite of the porridge, which was a kind of burnt taste.

Although the porridge was already rotten, the mouthful of smoke and fire still contained a disgusting burnt.

It was almost vomiting.

The person she forcibly endured, and drank the bowl of porridge.

"It's ugly!?"

He Lianchi wasn't that kind of wood either. He looked at her with this expression, and it was not invisible.

"Ok……"

For this kind of person who can make this kind of taste even in porridge, Jia Qingming decided that he would not be allowed to pass through the kitchen within three steps.

"..."

He Lianchi was also silent, and he had never seen such a straightforward person.

"I'm going hunting!"

He said, stood up, took a black iron bow and arrow hung on the wall, and walked out.

Jia Qingming looked at the plate of chicken on the table, there were only bones left, and he drank a pot of porridge upright.

After all, I do physical work, and I still eat quite a lot.

Jia Qingming tidied the table and found that the kitchen was also very greasy and dirty.