"Just now I told her that you guys were catching fish in the pond, and asked her to go find you, and then I went in with the meat. When I came out, I saw her getting on the horse and leaving. Maybe she didn't find you." Gu Changlin said, looking at Kong Wenjie's stunned face. He smiled. "Why are you so excited? She said she came to see the girl, not you."
"She brought the pork leg over?" Kong Wenjie asked in a low voice.
"Yes, it's a big one. It's a freshly killed wild boar leg. It looks delicious."
Kong Wenjie suddenly put down the bucket in his hand, and then ran into the kitchen. He propped his hands on the door frame. Looking at the big pig leg lying on the table, his heart was beating non-stop, and he felt that he was extremely useless. A big and strong man was blushing and his heart was beating so fast because of a pig leg. He was really afraid that Gu Changlin and others would see him in such a shameful state. But he just couldn't help it. Not only could he not help it. He also walked into the kitchen and started chopping the pig leg without saying a word.
Anyone who practices martial arts can use a knife well. Kong Wenjie was no exception. He chopped off a large pig leg in a matter of seconds. He was in such a good mood that he hummed a little tune while squatting by the well to wash the pig bones while carrying a basin to fetch water and watching Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin in astonishment.
"Is he going to cook?" Mei Ya heard the sound of chopping meat in the backyard and was very puzzled. After arranging the flowers, she hurried to the front yard and saw Kong Wenjie busying around. Mei Ya stared blankly for a long time before asking Zhong Mingwei, "Is he... is he having a seizure?"
The person who was clamoring for stewed fish at the pond just now, now started to chop and wash the meat by himself. Seeing him carrying the washed meat into the kitchen, Meiya really couldn't understand what he was doing.
"Maybe," Zhong Mingwei nodded, listening to the man's rapid, series of coughs coming from inside, and then looked at Meiya earnestly, "The wind outside was a bit strong just now. Who knows if his brain was damaged?"
"No, I'll go in and take a look. I'm afraid he doesn't even know how to light a fire." Mei Ya couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen. Sure enough, she saw Kong Wenjie trying to light a fire. Maybe it was because the grass was a little wet, but after several attempts, there was no spark except for the choking smoke. Mei Ya covered her nose and walked over to Kong Wenjie, saying, "Guard Kong, get out of the way. Let me start the fire."
"No, no need! Ahem!" Kong Wenjie waved his hands hurriedly, wiping away the tears from the smoke, and said to Meiya, "I have to cook this meal myself, Madam, please go out!"
"You really don't want my help?" Mei Ya asked with a frown.
Kong Wenjie was busy waving his hands and squatting down to continue lighting the fire. Mei Ya saw how persistent he was and had no choice but to leave the kitchen. Then she walked to Zhong Mingwei with a worried look on her face and whispered, "I'm not afraid that he will get smoked, I'm worried that he will set our house on fire."
"It's okay. I'll go find Fang Zuotang to compensate us for setting our house on fire," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile. He pulled Mei Ya towards the backyard and whispered in her ear, "If he wants to cook, let him cook. You won't have to work hard in the kitchen."
"But today is your birthday, and I want to make you a delicious meal." Mei Ya pouted, looking unhappy, and it was obvious that she hated Kong Wenjie's behavior.
"Didn't we have longevity noodles this morning?" Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Meiya's hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss it, while smiling and saying, "Actually, compared to what to eat, I'm more looking forward to other gifts."
"What?" Mei Ya's eyes widened. "Zhong Mingwei, what do you want?"
Zhong Mingwei leaned against the crescent door, looking up and down at Mei Ya wantonly, smiling a little bit wickedly: "Girl, you know."
"...Get away from me!" Mei Ya's face immediately turned red to her neck. She glared at Zhong Mingwei and went into the backyard angrily.
Zhong Mingwei happily followed Mei Ya into the room. A while ago, the windowsill was decorated with sunflowers. Since the lotus flowers bloomed, he started to display lotus flowers again. It was still the same cheap coarse pottery jar, which looked unusually simple and soft.
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