Aunt Da Chu prepared several large rice dumplings with different flavors. The outer layer was wrapped with crispy and tender autumn cabbage, and inside were various ingredients such as rice, potatoes, kidney beans, eggplant, etc. The center was filled with chicken, pork belly, pork belly, eggs, etc. Each one tasted different when you took a bite.
Mu Huaixi really liked the rice dumplings made by Aunt Da Chu. Each one was bigger than her two fists put together. She took a bite of the one in her hand and couldn't help but curl her eyes.
Well, it was her favorite potato, eggplant and pork belly. The egg sauce had a hint of sweetness, and the steamed eggplant absorbed all the mixed aftertaste, giving it a rich and refreshing taste.
The one in her hand was delicious, but the lunch box in Ying Mingcheng's hand also looked good, and it actually contained beans.
Hmm...I don't know what it tastes like.
She thought her sneak peek was very discreet, but every move she made was seen by Ying Mingcheng, especially her coveting of the lunch bag in his hand, which almost made her drool.
Ying Mingcheng thought she was very cute. Xiao Xi didn't eat much in the past, especially when she first came to the family compound. Her appetite didn't change much after she became pregnant, but she would look at the food she liked with longing.
"My rice bag is a bit salty," he took the initiative to speak. Seeing her look at him in confusion, he took the initiative to pass the rice bag to her and tempted her, "Try it."
"Really? Mine is just right." Mu Huaixi didn't feel any foul at all. She quickened her chewing pace, leaned over and took a small bite, and looked at him.
Ying Mingcheng handed the lunch bag to her again, "You're only biting vegetables, what can you taste?"
"Take another bite, a big one."
"It's not salty," Mu Huaixi swallowed what he had in his mouth and took another big bite as he said. His eyes lit up. The shredded wild vegetables in his hand, mixed with the cold salad, had a spicy taste and were very chewy. Mixed with the tender chicken thigh meat inside, it was full of oily fragrance, yet refreshing and spicy.
She took a really big bite, chewing it for a long time before swallowing it. She looked at Ying Mingcheng in confusion, "It's not salty."
Ying Mingcheng couldn't help but curl his lips and took another bite. "Well, maybe I ate too much shredded wild vegetables in the last bite. It's okay now."
"Hmm," Mu Huaixi felt that what he said made sense. She lowered her head and took a few more bites of her lunch bag before she suddenly reacted.
Ying Mingcheng had already finished the lunch in his hand and went to get other food.
Mu Huaixi couldn't help but smile. This time, she didn't need him to give way. She just leaned over and raised her chin towards him, "I want to have a taste."
How could Ying Mingcheng not respond? He put the tender corn he had just taken out directly next to her mouth.
The freshly picked tender corn was filled with nothing but the husk and a mouthful of sweet juice. Mu Huaixi took a bite and the juice overflowed. He hurried over to suck up the juice that was about to drip.
Her lips were fresh and tender, and the corn juice made them look even more moist, like crushed morning glory.
Ying Mingcheng's throat rolled, his eyes glued to the corn kernel sprouts on her lips. He suddenly reached out and held the back of her head, "Don't move, there's something stuck on it."
"Hmm?" Mu Huaixi stopped, stretched out her tongue to curl the corner of her mouth, and then swept across her lips to reach the other side. The tip of her tongue was very pink and healthy, without any teeth marks or greasy white tongue coating. There was a little fork at the front end, like a peach petal, and it seemed like a punch on Ying Mingcheng's heart.
During those days underground, although they lived together, the room was small and the walls were thin. In the morning, they could even hear the people next door getting up. They dared not do anything except hug each other.
Ying Mingcheng's passionate gaze made her face inexplicably hot, but to be honest, Mu Huaixi was also looking forward to his closeness, but now they were in the wild.
She turned her face away and lowered her eyes in embarrassment. "We are in the mountains."
"Hmm..." Mu Huaixi wanted to say something else, but her mouth was blocked. Ying Mingcheng's lips were thick, rough and soft against hers. She was no longer a novice, so she quickly climbed onto his shoulder and responded.
The tender corn fell from Ying Mingcheng's hand, and what was carefully held up became her face. His hand was originally on the back of her head, and he leaned over to kiss her, but later he felt that this was too strenuous, so he directly hugged her in his arms, and the lips that had just parted were brought together again.
When his clothes were taken off, Mu Huaixi still resisted, "This, this is outside, no, no..."
But the sunlight on my body didn't feel cold at all. The warm afternoon breeze occasionally brought a hint of coolness from the river and jungle, causing a shiver. But the body under me was hot, and the big palms on my skin were also hot, which quickly dispelled the coolness.
As she was held in his arms, the words from the Yangxing chapter of Qianjin Yaofang suddenly emerged in her mind: "Some people have extraordinary energy and strength, and this cannot be suppressed."
Since they were in love with each other, they shouldn't suppress their patience. Mu Huaixi gradually relaxed, feeling the sun, scenery, flowers, plants, clouds and rain. Her consciousness expanded like ripples and then converged like the tide. Unconsciously, she took in everything going on around her.
As the daylight faded, the overlapping shadows gradually separated and lengthened. The annoying and primitive rhythm did not end until dusk fell.
Mu Huaixi was so tired that she couldn't even lift her fingers, but the fatigue seemed to spread only in her body. Her spirit was better than usual, and her five senses were as abundant as a sponge filled with water, spreading fully in all directions.
"Brother Cheng, there is a persimmon tree in front, it's ripe," she waited for Ying Mingcheng to help her put on her clothes, and then she held his arm and gave instructions.
Ying Mingcheng, I looked in the direction she pointed, but I couldn't see any red at all. I don't know how Da Xiaoxi knew it.
"I smell it!" Mu Huaixi said firmly, speaking randomly with his extraordinary five senses.
Ying Mingcheng shook his head, tidied up the things around him, put away the ruined tablecloth, replaced it with another one, and carried her to the newly laid tablecloth, patting her head. "Wait for me here."
"Aren't you going to throw away the cloth?" Mu Huaixi frowned in disgust. Could it be that Ying Mingcheng still wanted to take it back?
She had let go just now, but now when she saw the tablecloth she remembered the absurdity of this afternoon and her face felt hot.
"Don't throw it away. I'll wash it when I get back. Then hang it by the bonfire tonight and it'll be dry overnight." Ying Mingcheng was just putting on his clothes. Seeing her pout and move closer, he teased her, "You have to wash it. I'm afraid the only tablecloth left isn't enough."
"You!" Mu Huaixi's cheeks turned red instantly, from head to toe, even her fingernails were stained a light pink.
Ying Mingcheng, feeling refreshed, had already taken a few steps and hung on a branch like a big monkey. He let out a long roar and went into the woods. "Wait, I'll be back soon!"
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