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Chapter 1204 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (86)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (86)

Song Ning never expected the kiss to be like this.

When he resignedly said, "Then kiss me," he had already closed his eyes in resignation.

What she expected was a passionate, tumultuous kiss, but instead, she was met with tentative, light kisses that repeatedly landed on his lips.

When he involuntarily began to chase after it, it was only after the gap between his teeth was pried open and it was explored inside.

The snow outside the window suddenly started falling harder again, and the sound of the snowflakes falling was more obvious than before, but it couldn't compare to the ambiguous sound of water coming from inside the house from time to time.

Through the gap, one could barely see two figures close together, like swans entwined necks, inseparable. Occasionally, one arm would reach out and push the other away, only to be quickly met with a large hand reaching to the lips for a peck.

A good night's sleep—this was the first wonderful night the couple spent together.

When Song Ning woke up the next morning, he thought he would feel a little out of sorts, but to his surprise, he and Lance were like a couple who had been in love for a long time, and they quickly got into the mood.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to turn his head to look at Lance sleeping, but he ended up looking directly into Lance's bright eyes.

"When did you wake up?"

Because her voice was still muffled from just waking up, her pronunciation was soft and gentle, almost like she was being coquettish.

Lance admired Song Ning for two seconds before kissing the corner of her mouth. "Good morning, I just woke up too."

Deceiving.

Song Ning touched the corner of his mouth a little embarrassedly. It wasn't like he hadn't seen what Lance looked like when he had just woken up.

Lance was the one who preferred to stay in bed longer than Song Ning, probably a common trait among felines. Except when Song Ning went to patrol the territory before dawn and could hardly see him, Lance would usually stay in bed with his eyes half-closed for a while before fully waking up.

Only then will my eyes be as bright and spirited as they are now.

However, he didn't need to expose his new lover. Blushing, he kissed Lance's lips and then got up and put on his coat.

"Don't you have to work today? It doesn't seem like it's your day off yet."

The patrol work is on weekends with a fixed schedule. It's clear from the base that they not only need people to do this job, but also want to give more survivors the opportunity to get some food supplies in this kind of weather.

"Dr. Liao helped me reschedule a day yesterday because I wasted a lot of time taking him back yesterday."

Lance stared at his movements, his gaze shifting.

He only realized yesterday how wonderful it felt to kiss someone; no wonder he heard some patrolmen bragging about it while eating in the canteen.

However, he didn't think those people were entirely right. At the very least, he didn't want to kiss just anyone. Song Ning was the only person he wanted to do that with.

"Dr. Liao is a really nice person. I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful."

Song Ning sighed, and then the two of them went into the greenhouse to check on the crops as usual.

The potatoes planted in the field are almost ready for harvest, and it's time to replace the lettuce we planted earlier with new ones.

Song Ning turned her head to examine the chili peppers, and with a hint of surprise, she picked one up and looked at it. "I think this size is about right, we can pick it and eat it now."

Lance didn't know much about crops, and just followed Song Ning's lead, asking if he needed help.

"No need, I can pick these chilies myself. Besides, this variety smells pretty spicy, and touching it might burn my hands."

Song Ning took the wicker basket from Lance and picked out the peppers that were almost ready to grow.

He picked about twenty or thirty chili peppers in total. Each pepper was about the length of his palm and about the thickness of his fingers. The basket was filled with the unique aroma of chili peppers, which made people feel as if they were on fire, and the weather didn't seem so cold anymore.

These chilies are so appealing that he already has more than a dozen ways to cook them in his head.

However, after considering all these options, stir-fried pork with chili peppers ultimately prevailed in Song Ning's mind.

However, since there was no white rice or noodles, Song Ning thought about it and decided to just lightly toast the cornbread and then throw it in to stir-fry together.

Lance had no objection to his proposed way of eating chili peppers, but once the peppers started to burn his hands, he took over the task of cutting them.

After chopping about seven or eight chilies, there was already a small dish. Lance then took a piece of meat with a good balance of fat and lean and cut it into half a dish, following Song Ning's instructions.

Song Ning took a few corn tortillas, toasted them slightly, cut them into suitable pieces, and then started cooking.

Song Ning didn't hold back and scooped out two chunks of the solidified lard and put them into the pot. With a sizzle, the hot oil quickly released its aroma.

Next, the meat, cut into large slices, was added in. After a few stirs, the bright red color faded and the edges curled slightly. At this point, the chili peppers were added and stir-fried together.

However, the chili pepper was almost as spicy as Song Ning had imagined, and it made her cough violently as soon as she put it in.

"Cough cough cough, this chili is so spicy."

As he spoke, he moved slightly away from the pot, and tears welled up in his eyes as he turned his head to the side.

Lance had just replaced the crystal core fragment of the Little Sun Crystal Core when he came over and was alarmed, "Why is it crying?"

Where did he cry?

Song Ning, both amused and exasperated, gestured towards the chili peppers in the pot, "I'm suffering from the spiciness, not from crying."

Lance got closer and felt the power of the chili peppers. He frowned but still took the spatula from Song Ning's hand.

"Then you go to the side first, I'll do it."

Song Ning felt much better after being shielded by him and blew towards the door, but he was still a little worried.

"Can you do it? Otherwise, I'll do it."

Lance didn't let go. "No, you can teach me."

His simple words and actions directly expressed his feelings, and Song Ning suddenly felt that perhaps his long hesitation before was a mistake.

It's a mistake to think so much in the apocalypse. If he didn't think so much and cared so much, wouldn't he have already experienced such good treatment?

Is it true that sometimes the boldest people get to enjoy the world first?

He leaned against the door and watched, telling Lance what to do next. Although Lance was a little clumsy, he quickly stir-fried a pot of fragrant chili and meat pancakes.

"Let's eat."

Lance steadily carried the pot to their usual dining spot, and Song Ning immediately sat down next to him.

"It smells so good," he thought.

Lance suddenly said, "I can have meals with you, every day from now on."