Xuan Yu got up at the same time as him, but after getting up, Xuan Yu went to the West Mountain. He said that he and Lao Dao were going to look for prey and would be back soon, but Xuan Yu has not returned home yet.
Xuan Yu was not at home, so no one did the manual labor, such as carrying out the large wooden basin for washing. Du Heng glanced at Jing Nan, who was sitting next to him eating bamboo shoots, and he came up with a plan: "Jing Nan, are you free?"
Jing Nan slumped down in the chair like a boneless person: "Well, I'm free, what's the matter?"
Du Heng said, "I want to dice the mushrooms and mix the stuffing. Can you help me?"
Jing Nan thought for a moment, and pointed to the wooden basin next to the sink: "Do you want me to mix these fillings together?"
Du Heng nodded: "Well, you are free anyway, and Xuan Yu hasn't come back yet, so why don't you lend a hand?"
Jing Nan said with a smile: "No problem, I'll find someone for you."
Du Heng: ...He really shouldn’t have any illusions about Jing Nan. This guy is actually extremely lazy.
Du Heng originally thought that Jing Nan would ask Chong Hua, who was kneeling at the door, for help, but a moment later, a figure in green flashed past his courtyard door. He looked closely and found that it was Jing Hong! ! Jing Nan actually asked Jing Hong to help him mix the stuffing!
At this moment, Du Heng wanted to strangle Jing Nan to death.
The author has something to say: I like Du Heng's habit of feeding others when he cooks. When I was a child, my family hired people to cook, and my parents never fed me. Whenever I saw other children being fed by their grandparents, parents, and mothers, I felt so happy. As a result, when I became the chef, I would feed others intentionally or unintentionally. Even if it was the same thing, I would feel happy if I ate it before others.
As of today, all the main characters in the Monster Realm dungeon have basically appeared. Yun Zheng, Chong Hua, Lao Dao, Jing Hong, the love-hate entanglement here is too profound.
I was really starving while typing late at night, but there was nothing else to eat, so I could only drink a bowl of cold water. Oh, I really want to eat a three-cup bun...
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