Feeling Lin Qingping's gaze on him, Beggar narrowed his eyes slightly.
The dirty little fists were clenched and raised.
"Why do you look at me like that? Don't think I won't beat you up because you're good-looking."
Faced with the beggar's threat, Lin Qingping raised his lips and said, "Seeing that you even want to steal food, I'll be cooking in a while. How about I treat you to dinner?"
"Um?"
Hearing Lin Qingping's words, Beggar couldn't help but be stunned.
Immediately afterwards, Beggar's big black and white eyes with a watery feel glanced at Lin Qingping suspiciously.
"You don't know, you want to poison me, right?"
In response to this, Lin Qingping said angrily: "What are you thinking about? You don't have to pay for the poison now? Buying a bottle of poison is enough for me to buy several meals!"
"Too!"
Beggar tilted his head and thought for a moment, then realized that this was really the case.
In the drugstore, not to mention arsenic, one tael costs hundreds of pence.
The high price makes those who want to commit suicide often not think about it.
Instead, choose a zero-cost method such as jumping into a river or hanging yourself.
But, surprisingly, when faced with a food thief like him, Lin Qingping not only didn't cause trouble for him, but even treated him to a meal.
No matter how he thought about it, Beggar felt that something was wrong here.
Unreasonable!
But before the beggar could think more, Lin Qingping in front of him said, "Would you like to eat? If you don't want to eat, forget it!"
The beggar put his hands on his hips and raised his head and said proudly: "I'm afraid of you!"
Then, under Lin Qingping's guidance, Beggar followed Lin Qingping and walked home.
Along the way, Lin Qingping's eyes looked to both sides of the street from time to time.
There was a bit of excitement in his eyes, and a bit of a smile on his lips.
In his previous life, Lin Qingping was used to seeing high-rise buildings, living in villas and five-star hotels.
But the more advanced a place is, the more something is missing.
That is the breath of life.
Or maybe it’s the unique prosperity and human touch of Shijin.
Therefore, as I walk on the road at this moment, I see those little children without pants being chased around by their parents holding canes.
The husband glanced at the woman passing by and was being grabbed by the ear by the wife next to him. Lin Qingping inexplicably felt a sense of peace and comfort.
However, Lin Qingping felt comfortable immersed in the city atmosphere.
Beggar, who was following Lin Qingping and looking at Lin Qingping curiously and suspiciously along the way, had a strange look on his face.
From Beggar's perspective, Lin Qingping looked around like a fool at this moment, and then smiled to himself.
In response to this, Beggar couldn't help but sigh and muttered: "He is even more handsome than daddy, but it's a pity that he is stupid."
Not long after, under Lin Qingping's guidance, the little beggar arrived at Lin Qingping's courtyard.
However, as I got closer, I looked at the rental information posted on the wall.
Beggar's eyes widened.
"Huh? Ten taels of silver a month, are you crazy about money? What kind of fool would come to rent a house?"
Ten taels of silver can buy a smaller house near Changshan City.
And it's lifelong.
With this kind of money, who would be willing to rent a room there?
Listening to the beggar's words, Lin Qingping shrugged and said, "It's just a matter of idleness and boredom, so don't worry if there's no one around. Anyway, I'm not short of money."
Beggar: "......"
Looking at Lin Qingping who looked indifferent, Beggar curled his lips in disgust.
"Big dog owner."
After unlocking the door and entering the house, Beggar glanced around.
The layout of the yard is different from the general one.
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The layout is a courtyard with houses built on all sides, surrounding the courtyard from all four sides in the middle.
"The style of your house is quite unique, like the style of the houses in the Song Dynasty."
After looking away, Beggar commented.
Lin Qingping smiled and said: "After all, we live here, why make it so big and winding? It's better to be more comfortable like this."
The courtyard built by Lin Qingping is a medium-sized courtyard house.
There are 5 rooms in the north, 3 in the front and 2 in the west, and 3 in the east and west wings. There are corridors in front of the rooms to protect them from wind and rain.
In addition, the front yard and the back yard are separated by a courtyard wall, which is connected by a moon gate.
The front yard is deep and shallow, with one or two rooms used as gatehouses.
The backyard is a residential building with exquisite architecture, with square bricks on the floor and bluestone steps.
The reason why this mansion was built like this courtyard is that Lin Qingping really didn't want the house to be as big as in his previous life, but it was so empty that it made people feel cold.
Secondly, it should be regarded as a thought and commemoration of the previous life.
"You sit in the yard first, and I'll cook."
With that said, Lin Qingping walked towards the kitchen beside him with the vegetable basket in hand.
Seeing that Lin Qingping really left like this, without restraining himself at all, Beggar curled his lips.
A quarter of an hour later, with Lin Qingping hurriedly scrambling, two bowls of white rice and several plates of vegetables were successfully cooked.
In the courtyard.
The beggar's eyes were on the dishes on the stone table, and his words gradually became silent.
His eyes also started to look blank.
After pondering for a while, Beggar picked up a chopstick and gently poked the rice in the bowl.
Then, there was no poking.
The feeling coming from the end of the chopsticks, the rice, felt as hard as a pebble.
The corners of Beggar's lips curled up at the feedback from the chopsticks.
Then he raised his head and looked at Lin Qingping, who was looking at him expectantly, and said hesitantly: "This meal?"
Lin Qingping smiled awkwardly and said, "I cooked the rice when I went out. Maybe I added too little water."
After retracting his gaze, Beggar pointed doubtfully at the dark, smoking thing on his left hand side and asked, "What is this?"
"Copy the vegetables!"
Beggar pointed to the pile in the middle, "What about this one?"
"Slip the fat intestines!"
The beggar's hand holding the chopsticks shook and he continued to point to the last pile.
This time, without waiting for the beggar to ask, Lin Qingping started to answer.
"This is leek and egg."
After hearing Lin Qingping's response, Beggar's eyes were filled with confusion.
"How do you tell what kind of dish it is from these three pitch-black dishes?"
Lin Qingping replied seriously: "Because I copied it."
Beggar grinned, suddenly feeling that what Lin Qingping said was right.
I couldn't even find a reason to refute.
Later, Lin Qingping said with a look of anticipation: "Come on, try it! It's my first time to cook for someone, and I did it myself for the past two days."
Looking at Lin Qingping who was extremely enthusiastic, he then looked at the things on the table.
Beggar suddenly understood why Lin Qingping invited him to dinner.
When co-authoring, you have to use yourself as a test dish.
"Can I not eat it?"
Lin Qingping said anxiously: "No! It's the first time I've cooked for someone in so many years. Let's try it! It's all food anyway. Seeing as you've been hungry for so long, it tastes better than tree bark anyway!"
The kindness was hard to resist, the beggar made a sad face and picked up a pair of chopsticks, just like spinach wrapped in a pile of coal.
Then he tremblingly brought the dish to his mouth, bit it carefully and swallowed it bit by bit.
Then, Beggar's eyes widened, the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, and he covered his neck with one hand.
