After watching the person walk away, Wen Jiaojiao swallowed the tender, fatty pork knuckle skin in her mouth with difficulty, which tasted only of salt and had no other flavor.
She genuinely hadn't expected Wen Zhaoye's cooking to be so bad, and stuck out her tongue, saying:
"Brother, it's a bit salty. Be careful next time. Too much salt is bad for Dad's health. Also, you need to practice this cooking." Don't poison us.
Wen Zhaoye noticed Xu Cuifen's gaze, suppressed the smile in his heart and the gentleness in his eyes, and changed his tone, saying in an annoyed tone:
"You're lazy and good-for-nothing. I'm practically feeding you, and you still complain about this and that."
Wen Jiaojiao stood up, took the bowls and chopsticks back to the kitchen, and teased him:
"Oh dear, you're still angry? Without guidance, how can there be progress? I'm just thinking about Dad's health."
Wen Zhaoye was charmed by her cuteness. He couldn't hold it in and could only turn his back to Xu Cuifen before daring to let a smile appear on his lips, his eyes softening like spring water.
It's so damn cute, it melts my heart.
Xu Cuifen walked into the kitchen:
"I'll prepare the pig's trotters and pork hock. Zhaoye, you go and rest. It's terribly hot today."
Wen Zhaoye ignored him and went straight back to his room. Xu Cuifen hurriedly peeled off the outer layer of the pork knuckle in the pot and pulled the bone and meat out together.
"Daughter, come here and eat it quickly. It's salty on the outside, but the inside will be just right. With the chili oil that Mom made yesterday, it will definitely be delicious."
Wen Jiaojiao put down the bowl of water, decisively took the big bone, dipped it in chili oil, and ate it—it was so delicious she almost cried.
There's finally something to look forward to these days.
Xu Cuifen scooped out two pig trotters, chopped them into small pieces, and continued until she felt Wen Zhaoye couldn't piece them together. Then, she confidently took out a small half, put it in a bowl, hid it, and went back to her room.
Wen Zhaoye leaned lazily against the doorway of the main room, arms crossed. He glanced at the girl secretly eating in the kitchen, and a light smile appeared on his lips. He coughed teasingly.
"Cough~"
Wen Jiaojiao hurriedly placed the pork knuckle bone into the lard basin, completely unaware that her lips were now smeared with dark brown oil.
She turned around and said, "Brother, dinner will be ready soon."
Wen Zhaoye suppressed a smile, his dark eyes glancing at her with a slight shift in them, and asked, "What delicious food did you sneak to eat? Hmm?"
He remained silent, his handsome face cold and indifferent, carrying a hint of cynicism, looking like someone who was difficult to talk to, easily angered, and not to be trifled with.
Wen Jiaojiao swallowed nervously, shaking her head slightly.
No.
Wen Zhaoye suddenly raised his hand, and in her trembling gaze, lightly wiped the smear of sauce from her lips with his fingertips, his starry eyes smiling as he teased:
"Tsk, look how greedy you are, drinking the broth from braised pork? Aren't you afraid of dying from the saltiness?"
Wen Jiaojiao put her small hands behind her back, leaned against the table, pushed the lard basin further in, and said with a shifty look in her eyes:
"I just tasted it, and it doesn't seem too salty." This guy is so stingy; he acts like eating a piece of meat is going to kill him.
Wen Zhaoye raised his eyebrows slightly and took two steps closer, bending down to her face. He suppressed the urge to lick her lips clean, his gaze fixed on her beautiful, bright eyes, and said in a soft, alluring voice:
"Your breath smells like meat, and you still have the nerve to say you didn't steal any food?"
The two were standing very close, their clothes barely touching as they moved. From the direction of the door, it looked as if Wen Zhaoye was embracing her and leaning down to kiss her.
A moment of silence fell over the air, with only the sound of the two breathing and the occasional crackling of the dry firewood at the bottom of the pot filling the kitchen.
Wen Jiaojiao's long, raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly. Before she could even think of a solution, the lard basin appeared in his hand. Her face turned ashen, and she instinctively reached out to snatch it away.
But he suddenly lifted her up, and she reached out and jumped several times but couldn't reach it. She said anxiously:
"What are you doing, carrying a basin of lard? Give it to me now, or I'll call my mom."
Wen Zhaoye, his sexy, thin lips still curved in a smile, turned his back, opened the lid of the lard basin, and feigned surprise:
"Whose wild boar has gnawed the meat so cleanly?"
Wen Jiaojiao knew he was teasing her, and couldn't help but say:
"Give it back to me, or else... this wild boar of mine will be rooting up your cabbage tonight."
"Where should we dig? In the cornfield or the wheatfield?"
Wen Zhaoye's ears burned, and after blurting it out, his pupils trembled slightly; he was surprised even by himself.
He then took a deep breath, feigning composure, and glanced sideways, noticing her delicate face rapidly flushing red. A mischievous thought suddenly arose within him, and he continued:
"Actually, I'm not too picky about the location."
Looks like this guy knows I'm pretending to be shameless and is planning to go head-to-head with me.
Wen Jiaojiao felt her brain was on fire, hurriedly admitted her mistake, and walked out:
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, and you shouldn't tease me either."
Wen Zhaoye watched her retreating figure, frowning as he fell into self-doubt:
That's strange, did I just act like I was very thirsty?
Am I a promiscuous person at heart?
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