"You don't have to boil water on the balcony every day." Lin Fei stretched out his hand and squeezed the girl's cheek, and said: "The kitchen can also use electric heating to cook rice."
"Ok."
The girl was naturally happy too.
Unexpectedly, in the last days, we can still get electricity.
"Chef, I want to eat hot pot tonight." Lin Fei smiled. He had also agreed with the girl before, and when there is electricity, I will make a real hot pot.
"Okay, teach me." The girl's eyes lit up, obviously very interested.
In fact, there is nothing difficult to make hot pot, and the girl is already interested in cooking, so Lin Fei only needs to say a little bit and she will understand.
But Lin Fei did not leave the kitchen, but chose to wash the vegetables next to it.
Sometimes, the hot pot made by two people is more delicious.
When everything was ready, the girl stood by the dining table, glanced at the light from time to time, and stopped talking.
Lin Fei could see the girl's mind at a glance.
It's almost written on the face.
"I got the candles, turn off the lights." Lin Fei smiled and said, "Candlelight dinner."
The girl's pretty face flushed immediately, but without refuting, she obediently turned off the lights.
With electric heating, there is no smoke brought by coal, and the two eat happily, and with honey, the girl’s sauce is richer.
Now the two of them are in the end of the world, with electricity and hot pot, as if they are at home, this false end of the world!
The day when the fruit ripens is getting closer.
But the gods were not beautiful, and a light rain hadn't stopped for five consecutive days.
And the sky is groggy, there is no tendency to stop, and there seems to be a bigger and bigger possibility.