Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

The ingredients Zhao Lei brought were quite complete. Not to mention the meat and vegetables, he also noticed what ingredients were in any stall that Murong Xue had paid attention to yesterday.

It is not certain whether the things sold on the street stalls are healthy or not, but the ingredients Zhao Lei buys are all carefully selected.

Even though Song Pingqing was so strong, he almost couldn't lift the bag.

There's no need for arm wrestling, the case has been solved. Zhao Lei is indeed stronger than her. The bag was definitely not that heavy in Zhao Lei's hand just now.

Song Pingqing picked and chose in the bag, intending to sort out the food that Murong Xue liked and didn't like to eat, and then combine them according to actual needs.

Zhao Lei is a thoughtful person. The bag even includes some seasonings that he thought might not be available.

The quantity was so large that Song Pingqing couldn't imagine where Zhao Lei could get these things so early in the morning.

It is true that those who are interested do not need to be taught, and those who are not interested cannot be taught.

There's even a freshly killed whole chicken.

Song Pingqing was shocked and sent a message to Zhao Lei: "Why did you buy a whole chicken?"

Zhao Lei replied: "Yesterday, the young lady wanted to eat fried chicken racks, but the food safety of those loose chicken racks is worrying, so she just bought a whole chicken."

Talent.

Song Pingqing doesn't know how to remove the bones, but it's not a big problem. He can just let the nanny who is a part-time chef at home do it.

Many small villas have two kitchens, an open kitchen for Western food and a traditional kitchen for Chinese food. The Song family’s small villa is no exception.

Song Pingqing "occupied" the Chinese kitchen, and the nanny could only cook in the Western kitchen.

But it's not a big problem, it's just the meal of Xu Jinmei, the host. Xiuxiu is still young, so it's just milk powder and some easy-to-make complementary food.

When all the meat and vegetables were marinated, which was eight o'clock in the morning, Song Ping washed his hands and made sure there was no smell on them before returning to the room.

Murong Xue heard her enter the room, her eyelids twitched slightly and she opened them: "Why did you get up so early?"

Her tone was slightly dissatisfied.

Song Pingqing thought she was just in a bad mood after waking up, so he sat next to her and said with a smile, "Don't you want to eat those street food? You want pickled meat."

"Which one did you do?" Although Murong Xue did not show any joy on her face, all the dissatisfaction in her tone disappeared, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a pixel.

"Guess what?" Song Pingqing teased her deliberately.

"Tenderloin pie?"

"Yes, there is." Song Pingqing deliberately said yes, instead of guessing correctly to guide Murong Xue to continue guessing.

"So... what about fried skewers?"

“Yes, there are.”

Murong Xue's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Are there any fried chicken steaks?"

"Yes." Song Pingqing smiled even more brightly.

Song Pingqing: Who can resist a child who loves to eat?

Anyway, Song Pingqing can't do it.

Seeing Murongxue in a daze, Song Pingqing added, "We also prepared fried chicken racks. They are not semi-finished products. They are made from the bones of a freshly killed live chicken that Zhao Lei bought early this morning."

When Murong Xue heard Zhao Lei's name, her eyebrows twitched slightly.

She hugged the pillow tightly in her arms, propped up her head and looked at Song Pingqing: "He is quite thoughtful. No wonder you like him."

"Godfather made a good choice." Song Pingqing watched a tuft of silly hair on Murong Xue's head stick up.

Just as Song Pingqing was about to reach out to help her suppress her alopecia, his cell phone rang.

"Who is it so early in the morning?" Murong Xue was a little unhappy.

"Gu Zongnan." Song Pingqing pressed the answer button.

Gu Zongnian's voice came from the other side: "Brother, have you forgotten something? Do you still remember the ten-player dungeon you were going to play this morning?"

Song Pingqing: "...broken."

She really forgot.

"What is a ten-person version?" Murong Xue asked.

"The game that Gu Zongnian and I invested in is in beta testing. He sent the beta test invitation code to several classmates. We are going to play the dungeon together." Song Pingqing hung up the phone, "Do you want to play together?"

Although she hasn't tried it yet, her laptop should be able to run World of Warcraft.

Murong Xue is really not interested in games.

But seeing Song Pingqing so excited, and this was also an industry that Song Pingqing had been looking forward to for a long time, Murong Xue did not refuse and nodded: "You can give it a try, you go first, I'll wash up and eat something and then find you in the study."

She was also curious about how Song Pingqing would make money from games.

By the time Murongxue washed up, had her meal and came to the study, Song Pingqing had already joined the team and started playing. Upon hearing her coming in, he said, "I have installed the game on my laptop, you can try it. If you are interested, play it. If you are not interested, that's fine."

After all, not everyone is naturally interested in games.

"Call me if you need anything." In order to be able to hear Murongxue at any time, Song Pingqing only wore one earphone and said to Murongxue while he was on the phone, "Don't worry, we agreed that the call will end in three hours."

After all, if these underage rich kids were really allowed to play games in front of the computer for more than ten hours, their parents would simply join forces to destroy the World of Warcraft.

"Which one is Gu Zongnan?" Murong Xue leaned over to look at Song Pingqing's computer screen.

"This. The monster in front is this." Song Pingqing pointed it out to her quickly.

"...Why did he choose such an ugly character?"

"He thinks it looks good." Song Pingqing paused and added, "This position is more suitable for being a team leader."

Song Pingqing had half a sentence left to say. She felt that the reason why Gu Zongnan wanted to give orders was that he wanted to act smart in front of Yan Que.

But Yan Que didn't have time to pay attention to him. He was watching the team fix the bugs.

Although it was said to be three hours, Song Pingqing's group disbanded before eleven o'clock.

She turned to look at Murong Xue, only to see that Murong Xue was writing something seriously on an A4 paper. She leaned over to take a look: "What are you writing?"

“Problems encountered in the game.”

Different from game veterans like Song Pingqing and Gu Zongnan, Murongxue is the most innocent and adorable newbie. What she recorded are exactly the problems that newbies are most likely to encounter when playing the game.

Murong Xue showed Song Pingqing the list she had made: "These things are mentioned in the plot, but they are hard to find."

Song Ping took a quick look and found that almost all of them were mission items. Some were given to the backpack by NPCs, and some needed to be collected by the main character himself.

"These are the mission points that I haven't found yet." Murong Xue pointed to the second one, "I followed the guide marks to the location, but I can't find anything or anyone."

Murong Xue's list was very detailed. Each item was a problem she encountered as a complete newbie, and also the content that Yan Que needed to improve in the future.

Song Pingqing knew that Murong Xue had absolutely no interest in games, but when he saw the neatly written list in front of him, five words immediately flashed through his mind: She really, really loves it.

"Did these things help you?"

Song Pingqing solemnly put away the A4 paper in Murongxue's hand: "Very useful. Thank you."

She really loves it.