Qin Ruan has never eaten tomato stewed beef brisket since he was seven years old.
She resisted the inner rejection and the subconscious pain in her mouth, throat, and stomach, and once again encountered the tomato-stewed beef brisket that had been her nightmare.
That was made for her by her father and brother.
The beef brisket has a very soft texture, and with the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes, it is really delicious.
The beef brisket is not too old, and the tomato soup is delicious, appetizing and refreshing.
Qin Ruan ate it without any discomfort.
At that moment, her eyes were wet and her heart was warm.
It was also from that day on that the shadow of the orphanage disappeared and she became obsessed with this dish.
"Qin Ruan? Qin Ruan"
A white hand passed by in front of the table.
Qin Ruan raised his head blankly, his eyes dull, staring at Ling Xiaoxuan sitting opposite in a daze.
She asked: "What's wrong?"
Ling Xiaoxuan rolled her eyes inelegantly and gave it to her.
"You still ask me what's wrong. I don't respond no matter how many times I call you. What are you thinking about?"
Qin Ruan smiled apologetically: "I'm thinking of something that happened a long time ago."
She lowered her eyes, and what caught her eye was the beef brisket stewed with tomatoes on the table.
Since she tasted her father¡¯s and brother¡¯s cooking, she has no resistance to this dish.
But after I ate at many places, I could never find the delicious beef brisket stewed with tomatoes that was mixed together and lost its temperature.
When her father and brother made this dish, did they really know about her experience in the orphanage?
With their cautious attitude towards her and their love that they didn't know how to express, Qin Ruan believed that if they knew, they would never do such a thing.
Qin Ruan's eyes showed deep thought and his face darkened slightly.
There are some things that she couldn't see clearly in her previous life.
There is no need to check in this life, she knows that her father and brother love her.
Ling Xiaoxuan poked at the rice on the plate with her chopsticks and clicked her tongue: "I forgot to talk about the business because of your interruption. Summer vacation is on next month and we are planning to go on a self-driving trip to Tibet. Do you want to come with us?"
"Huh?" Qin Ruan stopped the chopsticks in his hand: "Why do you want to go to such a far place?"
¡°The scenery is beautiful and picturesque, and the mysterious and supernatural events also make people want to know more.¡±
With this nonchalant and casual tone, Qin Ruan couldn't help but look solemn: "Senior Sister Ling, it's better not to touch some things."
You may not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but you must not disrespect them.
Qin Ruan knows that Ling Xiaoxuan is a supernatural explorer, which is very dangerous.
Ling Xiaoxuan held her head with one hand and said jokingly: "This is the first time I've seen you so serious. Why are you not interested in going?"
In her opinion, this is Qin Ruan's disguised rejection.
Qin Ruan shook his head: "Senior, why don't you change a project"
"We have made an appointment. If you don't go, forget it. I will bring you a souvenir when I come back."
Ling Xiaoxuan waved her hand, not wanting to listen to her nagging anymore.
After the two of them finished eating, they parted ways and headed towards their respective classrooms.
Qin Ruan walked for a while and stopped, turned around and stared at Ling Xiaoxuan's leaving figure.
She could no longer see the opponent's body at all, and all she could see was a strange and thick blood mist.
The blood mist swallowed Ling Xiaoxuan's life.
This is not an ordinary evil spirit. Qin Ruan cannot absorb it. The blood mist has become entangled with Ling Xiaoxuan's luck.
Unless the evil behind it is solved, Ling Xiaoxuan will definitely die.
Qin Ruan frowned slightly, tonight was a good opportunity for her to take action, but what excuse would she use to make the senior sister stay?
Ling Xiaoxuan¡¯s family lives in Dongcheng, Beijing, and they are taken to and from school by a special car every day.
Even if we go out to play at night, we rarely stay up all night.
The family tradition of the aristocratic family is not generally strict.
Qin Ruan sighed, turned and left.
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