Chapter 3: The Wall is Thick

After winning the game, Wen Miao got up, stretched his body, and went to the kitchen.

Wen Miao opened the refrigerator and looked at the vegetables and meat that had just been delivered by a group last evening. He came up with an idea. Why not grill them for dinner?

Wen Miao immediately cleaned the vegetables and meat that could be grilled, and then cut and marinated them. After everything was ready, Wen Miao took out the grill and cleaned it. Because it was a charcoal grill, it would be a bit awkward to do it in the kitchen, so Wen Miao simply put the grill in the yard.

Wen Miao added carbon, arranged the meat, and brushed the ingredients almost all in one go. After a while, the unique aroma of the meat spread everywhere.

"It smells so good, brother, where does that barbecue smell come from?" Wen Qingzhou, who had been sitting on the sofa in a daze for a long time and was about to order takeout, wrinkled his nose and his eyes lit up and he became energetic.

Without waiting for his brother Wen Shuzhou to speak, Wen Qingzhou stood up and ran out of the house. He looked around and found his target.

"Hi, hello, neighbor. Your grilled meat smells so good!" Wen Qingzhou smiled widely and waved to Wen Miao enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I know." Wen Miao said lightly without raising his head.

"What's wrong with this guy? I've tried so hard to please him, shouldn't he immediately invite me over for dinner?" Wen Qingzhou thought to himself, feeling somewhat puzzled and dissatisfied.

"What the hell did he know? Is that the end? What's next?"

Unable to bear the urge in his stomach, Wen Qingzhou simply climbed over the low half-wall, pulled a small chair and sat down next to Wen Miao in a familiar manner.

"City wall!" Wen Miao still didn't raise his head, but just uttered two words lightly.

"City wall? What does that mean?" Wen Qingzhou only stared at the sizzling tender lamb on the grill and had no idea of ​​the deep meaning of the word "city wall".

"It's - thick..." Wen Miao turned over the mutton on the skewer in his hand and said.

"Thick? Is it thick? If it wasn't thick, how could it stop the enemy in ancient times?" Wen Qingzhou didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Wen Shuzhou, who had just walked out of the room, heard these words and couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"How could he have such a stupid brother? I've hinted at him several times in my words, but he didn't understand?"

Wen Shuzhou was about to speak when his silly brother spoke again.

"You are really good at grilling skewers, and the skewers are also good." Wen Qingzhou was completely attracted by the golden skewers of meat coated with a layer of chili.

"Want to eat?" Wen Miaoliang glanced at the person beside him, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he had no impression of him.

"Yeah, I want to eat." Wen Qingzhou's eyes lit up.