"Master, Kong Wenmin sent someone to tell you that he will come over in the evening." As the two were talking, Pang Yi pushed the door open.
"Oh, he is really an efficient worker," Meiya winked at Zhong Mingwei. She looked at the neatly arranged dumplings on the tray and couldn't help but sigh, "He is really an unlucky eater."
Pang Yi was confused: "Who doesn't have a good appetite? Who are you talking about, Madam?"
"Of course it's you," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi with a stern face, "Go to the Imperial Guards camp right now and get the autopsy report of the Fourth Prince."
"Master, can you wait until we get back?" Pang Yi looked at the tray full of dumplings eagerly, his face full of pity, "I haven't had dumplings stuffed with sauerkraut for almost half a year. Master, please have pity on me!"
"Pang Yi, don't listen to him. The autopsy report from the Imperial Guards was sent over early this morning," Mei Ya said to Pang Yi with a smile. "I know you all like to eat dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage, so I made four trays of them in one go!"
"Thank you, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am!" Pang Yi was so overjoyed that he clasped his fists and bowed to Mei Ya. "I knew that although the master is unkind, our madam is the most caring one!"
The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "Pang Yi, it seems that you really want to see my ruthless side?"
"I'm leaving now! Hehe!" The next second, Pang Yi pushed the door open and rushed out, humming, "The peach blossoms are blooming in March, but my lover, you haven't come back yet..."
Zhong Mingwei silently put down the kitchen knife in his hand: "Am I losing more and more prestige?"
"Prestige? What is that? Have you ever had it, Mr. Zhong?" Mei Ya looked at the man's face full of bitterness and hatred, chuckled, then lowered her head and continued to make dumplings.
Zhong Mingwei: “…”
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Kong Wenmin came in the middle of the night and followed Pang Yi into Zhong Mingwei's study. When he was about to report to Zhong Mingwei on the investigation in the past few days, he saw Mei Ya coming in with a tray in her hand with a large bowl of dumplings and a small casserole on it. Kong Wenmin thought Zhong Mingwei was going to have dinner and was about to go out to avoid him. Then he saw Mei Ya looking at him with a smile: "Guard Kong, I'm making dumplings with sauerkraut stuffing at home today. It's not convenient for you to come during the day. I just heard that you were coming, so I made you a bowl. Eat it while it's hot."
"Madam, this..." Kong Wenmin was stunned, and then he felt excited and grateful. However, he was always cold and stern. Although he was extremely grateful to Mei Ya, he couldn't even say a word of gratitude. He just stood there in a daze, rubbing his hands.
"Okay, let's finish our meal first, and then we can talk about business." Zhong Mingwei also spoke.
"Oh! Thank you, sir!" Kong Wenmin hurriedly responded, and then quickly took the tray from Meiya, and whispered to Meiya, "Thank you, ma'am."
"What's there to thank me for? I didn't make it especially for you." Mei Ya still smiled, patted Kong Wenmin's arm, and urged him, "Eat quickly, the dumplings won't taste good if they get cold. The casserole contains chicken stewed with mushrooms, so you have to eat it while it's hot."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Kong Wenmin was busy responding and quickly grabbed the chopsticks and started eating. He was really hungry. He had been running around these days, investigating things and avoiding the attention of Zhou Youan's confidants, so it was very hard. He hadn't had a good meal for several days. At this time, he put dumplings into his mouth almost one by one. Mei Ya looked at him like this and blamed herself in her heart for not cooking enough dumplings. She was busy going to the front yard to cook another pot of dumplings.
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