In the dark night in the distance, the black shadow smiled slightly, without even looking at the box in his hand, and threw it directly into the snow.

"Idiot"!

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Li Hongxu was wearing a floral apron, sitting on a wooden low stool, staring at the fire in the stove in a daze.

The fire in the stove burned very brightly, the flames jumped up and down, the wood made a crackling burning sound, and sparks occasionally flew across her face.

In this mountain village with few people left in the village, there is no ventilation or water. Cooking relies on fire, and washing relies on hands. After one winter, the skin turns black and the hands become rough.

Before, this was unimaginable to her.

She has many identities. In addition to her identity as Ying, she is a top student who graduated from Tianying, is the principal star of Tianjing Ballet, and is also a well-known socialite in Tianjing's elite circle.

The stars are holding the moon, cheering in front and behind, drinking nectar and jade liquid, wearing silk and satin, and wearing pearls and jade hairpins.

When talking and laughing, the piano and harp are elegant, and when interacting with the powerful, they are romantic.

Smile slightly, look forward to the brilliance, and the world will flock to you.

Regardless of his status, it is extremely incompatible with today's mud houses with tiles, stone, and coarse cloth skirts and hairpins.

When she first came here, she was disgusted, disgusted and even almost went berserk, so she would provoke the man from time to time to vent her dissatisfaction.

But as time went by, even she herself didn't realize when she started to stop being anxious. She also didn't know when she started to be fascinated by the bright lights and high-rise buildings.

Now, she was like an ordinary peasant woman, spending her whole day around pots and pans, and around this man who she couldn't understand more and more.

There was a ping-pong-pong sound from the pot lid, and thick steam jumped up and down against the pot lid.

Li Hongxu raised her head and glanced at the pot lid. Months of experience told her that the rice was almost done.

Remove the firewood, leaving only some unburned charcoal in the stove.

Steaming slowly over low heat will make the steamed rice more fragrant.

Li Hongxu stood up, grabbed a piece of meat and cut it skillfully. From the beginning of frying two vegetarian dishes every day to now, she can now make a variety of meat dishes.

It's not because there's no meat here. People bring various ingredients every few days. It's just that her hands don't like touching these greasy things.

But now, she has got used to it.

Just after cutting a few pieces of meat, the guess in my hand suddenly stopped.

A tremendous pressure came from outside.
Chapter completed!