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

Only then did Song Xijin condescend to sit down.

After sitting down, I shifted my position and found that the cushion was the perfect thickness and didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

By the time Lu Yu brought over the soup bowl, Song Xijin had already portioned out the fried rice.

Each of the two empty bowls was half full, with Lu Yu's bowl clearly having more and Song Xijin's bowl having less.

Lu Yu raised an eyebrow.

Young Master Song actually volunteered to serve the food himself and even gave him a little extra.

Lu Yu sat down opposite Song Xijin and served him a bowl of soup, placing it beside him.

"It's getting late, and we don't have much food left at home. We'll just have this for now, and I'll have Xiao Ma go and buy some from the villagers tomorrow."

"Mmm." Song Xijin picked up a piece of fried rice with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

Each grain of rice is distinct, glistening with the aroma of dried mushrooms, while the beef chunks are savory and delicious.

He squinted as he ate, his long eyelashes trembling slightly under the light.

In this remote and impoverished place, there was such delicious fried rice. It contained a type of fungus he didn't recognize, which looked rather plain and dark.

It has a unique aroma when chewed, along with the flavorful snowflake beef chunks with a rich, oily taste. The combination of these two ingredients makes every bite a delight.

"Delicious." He didn't hold back in praising Lu Yu.

After swallowing the rice in his mouth, he picked up another large mouthful with his chopsticks, his cheeks bulging, and mumbled, "I didn't expect you to be such a good cook."

Lu Yu placed the soup spoon in Song Xijin's bowl, then picked up his own rice bowl and began to eat.

"This is the unique aroma of dried mushrooms. It's not because of my good cooking skills, but because of the natural flavor of the ingredient itself."

Song Xijin didn't argue with him.

He finished the small bowl of fried rice quickly. The rice grains were distinct and the aroma was rich. He felt relieved after finishing it in one go.

Lu Yu added another half bowl for him.

He didn't add more; this person has a delicate stomach, and he was afraid that eating too much would make him feel uncomfortable.

Song Xijin did not refuse, took the bowl and continued eating, only slowing down when she was a little full.

He picked up the wild vegetable and egg drop soup next to him and took a sip. He didn't recognize the vegetable; its leaves were tender and it tasted sweet.

"This dish is a little sweet."

Lu Yu poured the rest of the rice into his own bowl and ate it with gusto.

"This wild vegetable has a natural sweetness, but it's only delicious when it's young; it becomes bitter when it's old."

The old lady in the village said it can clear heat and reduce internal fire, making it perfect for summer.

Song Xijin was very satisfied with the simple fried rice and wild vegetable soup.

After finishing his meal, he leaned back in his chair, touched his slightly bulging belly, and began to feel uncomfortable all over.

After sitting in the car for several hours, I got covered in dust, and my hair was all messed up by the wind, sticking to my forehead and making me feel itchy.

He has had a habit since childhood that he must take a shower and wash his hair every day. He hasn't washed it yet today, and his whole body feels like it's crawling with ants.

"Lu Yu, I want to take a shower. Where can I shower here?"

Lu Yu just finished cooking and then turned on a low flame to boil a large pot of water, which should be almost done by now.

He knew that once Song Xijin was full, she would definitely start clamoring to take a bath.

When this person's OCD kicks in, they can't wait even a second; they absolutely refuse to go to bed until they're completely clean.

He cleared away the dishes and brought in a large stainless steel kettle and a bucket of cold water.

I took a plastic basin and placed it on the stool, with a small stool next to it.

"I'll wash your hair first, then you can take a shower. There's no shower room here, you'll have to wash in a basin."

Lu Yu poured the prepared warm water into the basin, rolled up his sleeves, and patted the small stool.

Song Xijin had planned everything meticulously, but she hadn't anticipated that there wouldn't even be a shower room here.

Even washing hair still has to be done in this primitive way, bending over and washing it in a basin.

In his home in Beijing, the bathroom is bigger than the entire house, with a constant-temperature shower and a fully automatic massage bathtub.

Here, all there is is a plastic basin and a small stool.

But there's nothing he can do about it; he doesn't want to take a car to the city right now.

Having finally seen Lu Yu, Song Xijin didn't want to be separated from him at all.

The conditions for washing hair and taking a bath here are a bit primitive, but at least Lu Yu is willing to serve him.

He reluctantly walked over and sat on the small stool, his long legs tucked into his arms in front of him, his head bowed.

Lu Yu mixed warm water in the basin and tested the temperature with his hand.

After confirming that the water temperature was suitable, I scooped up a handful of water and wet Song Xijin's hair.

The fine, soft hair spread out in the water, and water droplets dripped from the ends of the hair into the basin.

Lu Yu squeezed out shampoo and lathered it in his palms. He then ran his hands through Song Xijin's hair, gently massaging his scalp with his fingertips.

From the top of the head to the back of the head, every part was carefully cleaned with moderate pressure and a massage-like technique.

Song Xijin closed her eyes, feeling so comfortable from the massage that she almost groaned out loud.

When Lu Yu's fingers touched the sensitive skin next to his ear, his shoulders twitched and his body trembled.

Lu Yu seemed unaware that it was his sensitive area, and his finger unintentionally slid over it again.

"Lu Yu, can't you just wash your hair properly?" Song Xijin protested in a muffled voice.

"Yes," Lu Yu replied softly, no longer touching that area.

The fingers continued massaging Song Xijin's scalp, the pressure becoming gentler than before.

After massaging for a while, he scooped up some warm water again, rinsed off the foam little by little, and then rinsed it again with a basin of clean water.

Make sure every strand of hair is thoroughly rinsed before wrapping his hair in a dry towel and gently patting it until it's half-dry.

After washing her hair, Lu Yu brought in a wooden tub that was about half a person's height.

He had an uncle in the village who was good at carpentry make the wooden bucket for him after he arrived. It was made of local fir wood and was sturdy and leak-proof.

He himself didn't use it many times; most of the time he would stand outside the woodshed and take a quick shower with cold water.

He poured the remaining hot water into the wooden bucket, then mixed it with cold water to adjust the temperature, and stirred it a few times with his palm to test it.

"Mr. Song, I'll go out to wash. Please make do and wash here."

Song Xijin compared the size of the wooden bucket to the actual size; it was large enough for an adult to sit in, which was better than he had imagined.

"Okay, go and get me my toiletries."

Lu Yu remembered the suitcase the driver had brought earlier, walked over, laid it flat, and opened it.

It contained several neatly folded changes of clothes, a travel-sized toiletry bag, and a few sets of silk pajamas.

He took out toiletries and a set of champagne-colored pajamas, placed them on a clean stool next to him, and hung a towel within Song Xijin's reach.

"Mr. Song, I'll head out now." He grabbed a pair of athletic shorts and a clean T-shirt and left.

Make sure to close the door carefully.

After complaining for a while, Song Xijin finally took off her dusty T-shirt and pants, folded them neatly, placed them on the chair, and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water was just above my waist, slightly warmer than my body temperature, and soaking in it made all the pores on my body open up.

He scooped up hot water with a wooden ladle and poured it onto his shoulders, the water flowing down his collarbone.

It carried away the dust and the fatigue of the long journey.