Listening to the singing coming from the distant soup fire, Ye Xuan felt a long-lost tranquility.

Xuan Jie came to Ye Xuan with a bowl of bacon fried rice, and then handed the fried rice in his hand over.

"I fired it, you try it. I've been learning to control the fire recently."

Hearing Xuan Jie's words, Ye Xuan's hand that took the rice bowl froze immediately, and then he bravely stuffed a mouthful of fried rice into his mouth. After chewing for a while, his expression gradually relaxed.

Fortunately, it wasn't as bad as I thought, but the bacon was quite chewy.

The two of them were lying side by side on the hillside.

Ye Xuan felt the cold wind blowing on his face, took off his cotton clothes, covered Xuan Jie, and carefully twirled the corners for her.

He sat on the hill and looked at the sea of ​​sunflowers not far away.

It was something he planted in his spare time, not for anything else but to look good.

"My home is where my heart is at ease."

"Ah? What?"

Ye Xuan smiled slightly at her.

"It's nothing, there's no need to go find the Zen Garden."
Chapter completed!