Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Zhang Qiling looked into Zhang Hanyan's eyes intently, with tenderness unconsciously revealed in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly and pinched the soft flesh on her cheek.

"Yan Yan, your thoughts are too obvious to be hidden from me."

Zhang Hanyan looked up at him when she heard that. She blinked and tilted her head, with a slightly confused expression on her face.

"But I didn't mean to hide it from you."

She leaned closer to his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, rested her head on his chest, and rubbed it gently, like a clingy kitten.

“Brother, this Bai Haotian also showed up in everything that was supposed to happen, but she and Wu Xie met in Warehouse 11.

She is a fan of Wu Xie and likes him very much. Now, she appears ahead of time and becomes Wu Xie's fiancée."

Zhang Qiling raised his hand and touched her furry head, his voice soft and gentle, like catkins brushing against the face.

"Okay, I understand, Yanyan. Let's go back to Hangzhou in early September, okay?"

"Okay, today is August 20th, there are still ten days left, little brother..."

"Ok?"

Zhang Qiling waited for a long time, but she didn't say anything. He let her go gently and looked down. She was already half asleep.

He was slightly startled, a hint of smile overflowed from his eyes, his drooping eyelids concealed the soft light in his eyes, but the smile at the corners of his mouth spread straight out.

"Falling asleep again..."

He held her in his arms, gently put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt.

Zhang Qiling held Zhang Hanyan's hand, looked at her quietly, leaned over and pecked the corner of her mouth lightly.

The storm was still raging outside, but inside the house, two people were sleeping in each other's arms. The dim light, the familiar smell, and the warm embrace were all filled with stability and warmth.

The next day, the sky was bright.

When everyone was still fast asleep, Bai Haotian got up from the bed early and snickered in the kitchen, successfully waking up the fat man who was sleeping next to the kitchen.

"Who is it? It's so early in the morning, and you're not sleeping and are destroying the house in the kitchen!"

The fat man with a messy afro rushed into the kitchen angrily, but in just a moment, he was driven out by the smoke in the kitchen.

"Ahem... What are you doing? Are you developing a smoke bomb?"

He stood in the courtyard, staring in amazement at the white smoke that continued to come out of the windows and the door.

The kitchen was filled with smoke and it was impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside.

"Fatty, what's going on? Who's in the kitchen?"

Pan Zi quickly ran to the fat man, stood side by side with him, and looked at the kitchen filled with smoke together.

“Cough cough cough… cough cough cough…”

Under the gaze of the two, Bai Haotian finally couldn't stand the smoke in the kitchen anymore and rushed out of the kitchen with tears flying.

"Xiao Bai? What are you doing in the kitchen? It's so smoky and hot. Are you trying to set our house on fire?"

Facing the fat man's questioning, Bai Haotian waved her hands repeatedly. She calmed down for a while, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and explained.

“No, I originally thought that since this is my first time here and I didn’t bring any gifts for you, I wanted to cook a meal for you.

Who knew that cooking was so difficult? I just turned around and the vegetables in the pot became mushy and the rice was not cooked through. "

Bai Haotian kept rubbing his eyes while walking away from the kitchen door to a place with fresh air to get some fresh air.

The burnt smell and pungent pepper smell accompanied by white smoke rose up little by little and drifted to the second and third floors.

Zhang Hanyan, who was half asleep and half awake, moved her nose and smelled a faint scent. As the smell became stronger, she opened her eyes and woke up.

Zhang Hanyan lifted the quilt and sat up, looking at Zhang Qiling who had just returned from washing up, and asked questioningly.

"Brother, have you gone to the kitchen to cook?"

"No, it's not me."

Zhang Qiling put down his toothbrush and towel, walked towards her slowly, sat beside the bed and looked at her intently.

"It's Bai Haotian. Fatty and Pan Zi are talking about her down there."

A foul smell kept wafting into the room through the open window and lingered for a long time.

Zhang Hanyan was speechless for a moment, and then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she burst out laughing.

"Brother, I didn't expect that Xiaobai is the same as you, and has the ability to blow up the kitchen. I want to see who is better between her and you."

As she spoke, she jumped out of the bed, quickly washed up, pulled Zhang Qiling downstairs, and looked at Bai Haotian with a dirty face.

Bai Haotian's originally fair and clean little face was now covered with streaks of black dirt, making him look like a little cat.

"Sister Hanyan, little brother, are you guys here to laugh at me too?"

"Uh... that's not the case... I just came to take a look."

Zhang Hanyan pinched Zhang Qiling's fingers, and tried her best to suppress the corners of her lips that were about to rise wildly, trying her best not to let Bai Haotian see the smile on her face.

Zhang Qiling turned his head to look at the kitchen where the smoke was gradually dissipating, his brows furrowed, and a slight displeasure rose in his heart.

He looked at Bai Haotian, opened his thin lips and said coldly.

"The kitchen, you made it, you clean it up."

"what?"

Bai Haotian was confused for a moment, then slowly reacted and immediately agreed.

"Okay, no problem. I'll go clean it up right away. I can still wash the pots and dishes. I'll make sure it's clean."

Zhang Hanyan wanted to go and help, but Zhang Qiling held her back and wouldn't let her take even a single step forward.

He looked down at her hands. Her fingers were long and white, and under the morning sun, her delicate skin was as smooth as jade.

"Yan Yan, if you don't wash the dishes, you'll hurt your hands."

After hearing what he said, Fatty and Pan Zi both had a meaningful smile on their faces. They looked at each other and smiled. The unspoken words were self-evident.

"Oh, Hanyan can't wash the dishes, Fatty, I'll do it. Panzi, let's go, clean it up early so everyone can eat early."

"Okay, I want to eat braised pork dumplings in the morning. Can you make them?"

"Of course I can. Han Yan cooked yesterday's dinner. Today, I, Fatty, will show you my cooking skills."

The two of them walked into the kitchen arm in arm, talking and laughing. Amidst the atmosphere of mutual teasing and joking, the steaming hot breakfast came out of the pot, and the aroma filled the air.

Everyone came downstairs one after another, and after smelling the food, they all walked towards the kitchen.

Breakfast ended quickly and Bai Haotian rushed to clean up the dishes. The fat man couldn't beat her, so he had to let her do it.

When the sky clears up after the rain, the world seems to be washed clean of dust, exuding a fresh and peaceful atmosphere.

The sunlight shines through the white clouds and falls on the wet ground, casting brilliant rays of light and shadow.

The grass and trees in the courtyard are lush and green. The seedlings are nourished by the rain and grow stronger. The green leaves rustle in the breeze.