Xiao An nodded while sobbing: "I... I know, I have always... always trusted you. I am very, very confident, otherwise I would not sleep so peacefully in front of you..."
Xiao An was talking about the time when they spent the night outdoors, which Pang Yi naturally knew. Now thinking back to the time, Pang Yi was filled with emotion and nostalgia. He leaned over and kissed Xiao An's wet eyes. He said softly, "Do you still want to eat roasted rabbit?"
"Will you...will you grill it for me again?" Xiao An was still choking and couldn't stop, but her bright eyes looked at Pang Yi eagerly, "Can you put more honey on it this time? Last time there was no oil or salt. It wasn't...tasty at all."
"Why did you eat so much if it didn't taste good?" Pang Yi laughed broadly, "I didn't have enough food at that time just to fill your stomach."
"I was so hungry. Otherwise, I wouldn't eat the rabbit you roasted." Xiao An said with a sob, "Your cooking skills are so... so bad. Even the worst cook in our family can't compare to you."
"Are you serious?" Pang Yi's face darkened immediately. He pretended to be angry and frightened Xiao An. "Am I so bad in your eyes?"
"Yes, yes. I'm telling the truth," Xiao An said with sobs. At the same time, she put her arms around Pang Yi's neck and looked at him eagerly with wet eyes. "But no matter how good a cook is, he can't compare to you. You... your love for me, no one can compare to you."
"Hehe. I just like your little mouth." Pang Yi smiled brightly, and hurriedly leaned over to kiss Xiao An's twitching lips, and said with a smile, "Be good, don't cry. This time, both hind legs belong to you."
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May 19, the 33rd year of Jiasheng.
evening.
Ningguta.
Nanshan Villa.
When Chen Qingxuan brought Grandma Chen and Gu Qingtong over in the afternoon, Zhong Mingwei was writing couplets and happy characters in the backyard. Mei Ya was grinding them for him and kept praising her husband's beautiful handwriting. Her husband was so proud that he added a dozen more happy characters and said he would put them on every pomegranate tree in the house.
"Master, Madam." Pang Yi knocked gently on the door from outside. Since moving to Nanshan Villa, Pang Yi would not come to the backyard easily. Even if he came for something, he would definitely knock on the door first.
"Come in," Mei Ya heard the voice and turned her head towards the door. While watching Pang Yi come in, she asked him casually, "What's the matter? Has the chef for the wedding banquet arrived?"
"The chef has been invited. He is the chef from Zhenweizhai," Pang Yi nodded and said with a smile, "As soon as the prefect heard the good news, he hurriedly asked the chef from Zhenweizhai to come and help us. I have already arranged for the chef to stay in the front yard."
"Well, that's good," Meiya nodded, looking at Zhong Mingwei with a smile, "The cooking skills of the chef at Zhenweizhai are really great. You don't know until you've tried it."
"Then I will know now," Zhong Mingwei said to him with a smile, and looked at Pang Yi who was still standing there, "Anything else?"
"Yes," Pang Yi nodded hurriedly, "Mr. Chen came over early in the morning and said that Mrs. Chen was worried that Madam was not well prepared, so she wanted to come over in the evening to help Madam clean up."
"Is grandma here?" Mei Ya stood up hurriedly, looking at Pang Yi with surprise and joy, "Why don't you invite her in?"
"Madam, Grandma Chen has just arrived and is now picking peanuts in the front yard." Pang Yi said hurriedly.
"Why is she picking peanuts?" Mei Ya was curious. She didn't care whether Zhong Mingwei had enough ink or not, and hurried to the front yard. "Mingwei, I'm going to go see grandma."
"Got it. It's getting dark. Be careful where you step." Zhong Mingwei nodded. As he watched her happily walk out the door, he looked at Pang Yi who was still standing there like a wooden lump. "Do you have anything else to do?"
"Yes," Pang Yi scratched his head, walked to the table and sat down, and said with some difficulty, "Master, tomorrow, I want to... want to bring her to pay respects to you and your wife."
Zhong Mingwei and Pang Yi knew exactly who she was. Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything, holding the pen and writing the word "囍" seriously. Pang Yi was getting very anxious. He was busy grinding for Zhong Mingwei while asking carefully, "Sir, has the Madam already... known about it?"
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