Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Song Xijin stared at the single-story mud-brick house in front of her, her disdain written all over her face.

The mud bricks had a rough, uneven surface, the windows had wooden frames and looked like the glass had just been replaced, and the doors were old wooden plank doors.

The most outrageous thing is that the lock is still the most primitive kind of padlock.

The ground in front of the door was swept very clean, and not a single weed was left.

Song Xijin opened her mouth, somewhat unwilling to believe her eyes: "...Lu Yu, you live here?"

Lu Yu released his hand, took out a key from her pocket, unlocked the padlock, and pushed open the door to lead him inside.

The room was dark. He reached out and pulled the light cord by the door, and an incandescent light bulb lit up overhead.

It warmed up the whole room.

"The conditions here are limited, so you should take a bus to the city to stay later."

Hotels in the city at least have a reliable supply of air conditioning and hot water; here, you have to boil water to take a shower at night.

Summer isn't over yet, and Lu Yu usually washes with cold water, only boiling water occasionally when the temperature difference between morning and evening is too great.

Once inside, Song Xijin realized that the inside and outside were completely different worlds.

Outside was muddy ground, earthen walls, and swarming mosquitoes, but inside it was clean and tidy.

The cement floor was carefully swept, and there was no dust even in the corners.

In the middle was a wooden table, old but polished to a shine. On the table sat a rechargeable table lamp, several printed copies of scripts, and a half-used bottle of mosquito repellent.

Everything was probably purchased by Lu Yu himself, and almost everything is still new.

The dark gray bedding on the bed was clean and crisp, and a book sat next to the pillow with a bookmark clipped to about two-thirds of the way down.

Song Xijin walked to the bedside and sat down on it.

The mattress was a thin memory foam mattress that Lu Yu bought herself, and it was fairly soft to sit on.

He looked around the simple but clean little house, then glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, and made his decision.

"This place is awful. The conditions in the city must be no better. The hotels are probably even dirtier than this place."

I'd rather stay here with you.

Lu Yu thought about it and agreed.

As for the conditions at that hotel in town, the front desk always smelled of smoke, the sheets were yellowed and discolored, and you could occasionally see strands of hair left by the previous guest.

Song Xijin couldn't possibly go inside, let alone stay there.

The hotel in the county wasn't much better. Last time, Xiao Ma stayed there for one night when he went to the county town on business, and when he came back, he said the bedding was so damp you could wring water out of it.

There are hotels in the city that are barely acceptable, but it takes several hours to get there and back, and the roads are all bumpy and uneven.

Song Xijin traveled all the way from Beijing, taking several hours by plane and then several hours by car. She didn't know if he had eaten.

The body definitely can't withstand this kind of torment.

Lu Yu didn't try to persuade her further, and turned to ask Song Xijin, "Did you eat on the way?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xijin unconsciously placed her left hand on her stomach.

Flat and empty inside.

From morning until now, I've only had one cup of awful black coffee on the plane, along with a small piece of hard biscuit.

How could he possibly be in the mood to eat?

All the way there, she was thinking about how she would scold Lu Yu when she saw him, and how she would let out all the anger she had been holding in these past few days.

When I finally saw him, he was walking towards the film set in that worn-out costume. He looked thinner and darker than the last time I saw him.

All those prepared words were forgotten in an instant, like smoke blown away by the mountain wind.

I can't remember it at all now.

"I haven't eaten." He lowered his hand from his stomach and turned his face away.

Her tone was still as indifferent as ever, and her ears were slightly red.

"Then you can sit down first. There's a charger by the bed. You can charge your phone if it runs out of battery. I'll go make dinner."

"You still have to cook for yourself here? I'll come help you." Song Xijin stood up reluctantly.

He didn't really want to help; he just wanted to stay by Lu Yu's side.

Having finally seen him, I didn't want him to leave my sight.

As soon as his buttocks left the edge of the bed, Lu Yu stopped him.

"No need, there are mosquitoes outside. Just stay inside, it'll be over soon." Lu Yu opened the door and glanced back at Song Xijin.

"You won't go hungry for too long."

"Alright then." Thinking about how she had been bitten all over by mosquitoes outside, Song Xijin surprisingly didn't argue.

He obediently sat back on the bed and watched Lu Yu close the door from the outside.

He took out his phone and plugged it into Lu Yu's charger.

The screen lit up, and he glanced at the signal strength. There was only one bar; it would take several cycles to send a message.

Song Xijin gave up the idea of ​​going online, leaned against the headboard, and looked around the corner of the small room.

Fingers landed on the dark gray sheets, tracing lines unconsciously.

Next to the house is a kitchen, which was originally used by the villagers to cook and store firewood.

After Lu Yu arrived, he set up a simple stove here.

The stove was made of bricks and cement slabs, with a liquefied gas cylinder underneath and a two-hole gas stove on top.

Although rudimentary, it was still much more convenient than a wood-burning earthen stove.

A rechargeable light bulb hung from the wooden beams of the woodshed, and bottles and jars of seasonings were stacked on the shelves against the wall.

The kitchen was simple, but it was kept in perfect order.

Yesterday, Xiao Ma bought some freshly picked dried mushrooms from the villagers. He cleaned them but hasn't had a chance to eat them yet.

Ganba mushroom is a wild mushroom unique to Yunnan Province. It is an unassuming black mass, but has a unique aroma.

Whether it's fried rice or stir-fried vegetables, they all have a mouthwatering aroma.

Lu Yu picked out a piece and then cut off a piece from the snowflake beef jerky hanging on the beam of the woodshed.

The dried beef is made by the local villagers themselves. It is hung in a ventilated place to dry until it is half-dry, resulting in firm meat with a unique salty and savory flavor characteristic of cured meats.

He tore the dried mushrooms into pieces and cut the dried beef into small pieces.

Heat oil in a wok, first sauté the dried beef bits until fragrant, then add the dried mushrooms and stir-fry until fragrant, finally add the cold rice and stir-fry continuously with a spatula.

Let every grain of rice be coated with the aroma of mushrooms and meat.

There was water boiling in a pot next to it.

Once the water boiled, Lu Yu grabbed a handful of local wild vegetables from the vegetable basket. The leaves were tender and green, and he simply cooked them into an egg drop soup.

It takes less than half an hour to prepare a meal and a soup.

The kitchen was filled with the rich, wild aroma of dried mushrooms.

Lu Yu carried a large portion of fried rice and two empty bowls, then pushed open the door and entered the room.

He placed the fried rice and the empty bowl on the table.

Song Xijin had already come over, drawn by the aroma, and craned her neck to look into the bowl.

"Just fried rice, please." He said, sniffing hard, his stomach growling loudly.

This fried rice smells so good. I don't know if he was hungry or what, but it just has a very special aroma.

He had never eaten it before.

"There's another bowl of soup. Sit down first, I'll get it." Lu Yu turned around and took a clean cushion from the cabinet, placing it on the wooden chair.