Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

The blue-green leaves are torn into pieces, giving off a refreshing sour smell.

Rong Xuan found it very novel: "Qingling leaves are a medicinal herb that can calm the mind and relieve anger. What happened? You are not happy."

Smelling the rich aroma of meat, Song Shutong felt much better after being slapped in the mouth by the crane's wings in the Spirit Beast Garden.

He wrapped the roasted ribs in sycamore leaves and handed them to Rong Xuan.

After starting to bake his own portion, Song Shutong told Rong Xuan about his troubles somewhat feebly.

"I don't know where the sacred beast Bai Ze has gone. Now the beasts in the Spiritual Beast Garden have rebelled. The task of taking care of them has been assigned to us."

According to other people, they would definitely want to complain about themselves at this point, but Song Shutong stopped talking right there.

She has never had the habit of complaining to others since she was a child. Too passionate emotions would make her feel sticky and physically uncomfortable.

Besides, what's the point of complaining to him?

Tell others about the problems you are unable to solve. If they really care about your troubles, they will just share your troubles.

If others don't care about your troubles, you will become a joke.

After saying that, Song Shutong secretly glanced at Rong Xuan.

I have an idea in mind. A fool like this who has never seen many people probably cannot handle such a complicated problem.

When the word "idiot" flashed through Song Shutong's mind, Rong Xuan's expression became even drier.

Song Shutong then realized that this little pervert could read minds.

Rong Xuan heard unfamiliar words from Song Shutong's inner voice and asked her immediately.

"What do you mean pervert?"

Song Shutong was amused by his frankness.

"Can you read minds without even hiding it?"

Rong Xuan's hair was not tied up today. Instead, it was scattered on the ground and pulled to one side, revealing her snow-white and slender neck.

His peach blossom eyes were extremely clear, and although he was clearly asking a question, he did not look foolish at all. Instead, he made people feel extremely insightful.

Hearing Song Shutong's helpless question, he blew on his steaming ribs.

I sniffed it gently and was surprised by the strong smell it gave off.

"Why would you hide it? So the pervert you mentioned means someone who can read minds?"

While his son was talking, Song Shutong had finished baking his own portion.

While eating, he answered Rong Xuan's questions.

"Not comprehensive. You can't become a pervert just by reading minds."

After hearing this, there was more thought in his tone.

"So, being perverted means being powerful?"

Song Shutong was a little annoyed by her questions, but he still had the meat he brought in his hand, so he could only use a tactful way to make him shut up.

"So, you're saying you're awesome?"

Sure enough, after hearing this, his ears turned red, and he lowered his head and silently refuted.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Seeing that Song Shutong had no intention of paying attention to him, he imitated Song Shutong and started eating.

The movements for eating this thing were different from what the elders usually taught him. It was much more casual, which made Rong Xuan very happy.

The roasted meat has a rich and unique flavor, and the meat is tender, juicy, and slightly elastic.

Each bite is filled with the aroma of the special scent of cherry wood and the rich flavor of the spices.

All of Song Shutong's depression was cured by this meal.

The monster must be so delicious, why didn’t she notice it when she was at the foot of the mountain?

Most people are helpless against monsters, but she is not like most people.

Too lazy to speak, Song Shutong just asked directly in his heart.

"You said, this monster meat is so delicious, why don't people down the mountain eat it?"

But she waited for a long time and didn't see his reply.

When I looked up, I found that he was eating happily without even raising his head.

Just as he finished the one in his hand, Song Shutong took another one from the shelf.

Seeing his silence, Song Shutong felt a rare sense of guilt.

"Hey, why aren't you talking? Are you unhappy?"

Hearing Song Shutong calling him, Rong Xuan stopped eating.

"Because I don't talk when I eat or sleep. I'm not sad. Please don't worry."

Song Shutong was so confused by his words that he didn't know what to say and even forgot to ask the question he had just asked.

The only thing he said was a dry sentence: "I don't care about you, you think too much."

Then she continued eating, avoiding looking at him.

With the two of them concentrating on eating, they successfully finished all the ribs, but they were unable to do anything about the rest of the sheep.

Song Shutong looked at the remaining meat with reluctance.

These meats are all fresh meats with a short shelf life, and if they are placed in her storage space, the other things in her storage space will be ruined.

After Rong Xuan finished eating, he returned to his previous elf-like appearance.

You couldn't tell at all that he was just eating a rib as big as his face.

He looked at Song Shutong's distressed expression and asked her.

"What's wrong? You're not in a good mood."

Song Shutong said: "I already know that you can read minds, so you don't have to pretend now. I won't think anything wrong. After all, talking is tiring, and guessing is really troublesome. It's actually very convenient that you can read minds directly, isn't it?"

Rong Xuan shook his head: "I can't read everything. Only when you think of me in your heart can I listen to your prayers."

Song Shutong nodded. She smelled something unusual from his words.

But she was too lazy to delve into it, after all, she was still very satisfied with their current relationship.

Exploring secrets is a game that only children like.

After letting his brain discard the precious information, Song Shutong smiled and said to Rong Xuan.

"I was just thinking, it's a shame that all this meat is going to be wasted."

Looking at Song Shutong's calm face, the light in Rong Xuan's eyes couldn't stop flickering, from the moon to lively stars.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the remaining flesh, and the treasures that Song Shutong had been thinking about disappeared.

Song Shutong slightly widened his eyes and asked him: "Can your storage space keep things fresh?"

Rong Xuan shook her head, her beautiful face was as clear and unworldly as a lotus in the water.

"That's not the reason. I just let it stay in that moment. You can't see it now because you have entered the next moment."

Song Shutong asked in shock, his cold almond-shaped eyes becoming hot.

"What kind of technique is this? I've never heard of it before. It's so mysterious. You are really amazing."

Such straightforward praise was so heart-warming to Rong Xuan. This unfamiliar feeling made him feel incredibly happy.

Even the moon in the sky became brighter.

But he curled his lips towards Song Shutong and said something meaningful.

“This is the third time.”

Song Shutong originally wanted to ask what the third time meant, but the moon walked to the position where she was about to leave.

She could only run back while talking to Rong Xuan.

"Next time you must tell me what the third time means. Being a riddle teller is not a good habit. It's tiring to keep guessing!"