[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

After Pei Zhi took a shower, his clothes could no longer be worn. Yan Weiyi randomly found some of his old clothes and gave them to Pei Zhi, asking him to make do with them first.

After Pei Zhi finished cleaning up, he stood blankly in the yard and looked at the door, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Yan Weiyi took the firewood in his hand to the kitchen and looked at Pei Zhi who was in a daze with a disgusted expression.

Pei Zhi didn't say anything, he just looked away and glanced at Yan Weiyi faintly.

"Tch." Yan Weiyi threw down the firewood in his hand and smoothed his sleeves, "Don't look at it, it won't turn into gold or silver. If you have the energy to be in a daze, you might as well go find your sweetheart. "

Yan Weiyi clicked his tongue again, "If I can tolerate your behavior, the prince can be considered to have a good temper." Yan Weiyi was a little unsure, "Why, you are standing here like this, and you still want me to control your lunch? ?I haven’t settled it with you yet because you vomited all over my room yesterday.”

Pei Zhi opened his mouth and wanted to ask what he had done yesterday, but when the words came to his lips, he did not have the courage to ask, and he clenched his downturned palms. Pei Zhi didn't open his mouth in the end. Even though he knew that Yan Weiyi couldn't hold things in, as long as he asked him a few more times, he would always answer.

But now, he was chanting that name repeatedly in his mind, closing his eyes as if he could carve out such handsome and beautiful eyebrows, but he never had the courage to ask.

Yan Weiyi washes the green vegetables in his hands, which he just bought in the morning. The pot on the stove is steaming, the water has boiled, the steam spreads out, and the temperature of the entire kitchen rises. Yan Weiyi's A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Yan Weiyi was rolling up his sleeves and washing the vegetable leaves seriously, his eyebrows lowered, showing a rare seriousness.

It is hard to imagine that this is a hero who has just won a battle and been rewarded and canonized by the Holy Spirit. At this moment, he looks like a husband who cares about his family. Maybe there are his beloved wife and children in the house, and he is washing their hands and making soup for them.

But no, Pei Zhi knew very well that this was an unfettered, dissolute man who was as free as the wind. He had his own plans and lifestyle. Maybe early one morning, he suddenly changed his lifestyle, married a beautiful woman, had several children, and lived a happy and simple life.

"Hey, what are you doing? If you want to eat, come here and help me. Stand there like a wooden post, waiting for me to serve you?" Yan Weiyi opened his mouth and broke the sad atmosphere created by Pei Zhi.

As the saying goes, if men and women work together, they will not be tired when working. Yan Weiyi felt that the saying was correct. Looking at the burning stove, the veins on Yan Weiyi's forehead jumped.

He shouldn't have called Pei Zhi to help! Yan Weiyi gritted his teeth, "Are you not good at cooking?"

Pei Zhi looked at the pot that was extinguished by water and had a big hole in it. He was silent and looked a little embarrassed. "It's still a little bit better." Pei Zhi put down the spoon in his hand and wanted to clean up the tragedy in front of him.

"What do you know?" Yan Weiyi was particularly regretful now. Was his head caught in the door just now? Why should Pei Zhi be given the important task of taking charge? Now he wants to grab the ground with his head. Looking at everything in front of him, Yan Weiyi's heart was filled with despair. He had changed from madness and disbelief at the beginning to calmness now.

Yes, Yan Weiyi felt that he was terrifyingly calm now. Although he looked calm, he had actually been dead for a while.

Pei Zhi thought about it carefully, even after he had memories from childhood, and now he thought about it all. Looking at Yan Weiyi who was expressionless and even wanted to laugh twice, he said with some embarrassment, "Roast chicken? Roast chicken? Bird, does it count?”

Yan Weiyi still stared at Pei Zhi expressionlessly, "You mean your roasted chicken and bird that were burnt, undercooked, and tasted worse than a dead rat in the gutter?"

Pei Zhi felt that Yan Weiyi was scolding him with his face, although he didn't scold him with his mouth.

It's like this. When marching and fighting, eating dry food for a long time can almost make birds appear in your mouth, which inevitably makes you greedy. Occasionally, everyone will catch a pheasant or rabbit on the road, beat two birds with stones, and roast them to satisfy the craving.

Yan Weiyi is also a fussy and impatient person, commonly known as a glutton. He often catches game meat and roasts it on the road.

Everyone is together, and it's not Yan Weiyi's style to eat alone, so every time he catches game to satisfy his craving, he always goes with his brothers.

It was not good to have Yan Weiyi work all the time, so everyone took turns. Today you bake, and I bake tomorrow. Everything was going smoothly, and they even ate the wild rabbit roasted by General Shi.

Until the day it was Pei Zhi's turn, Yan Weiyi and the others watched a bird being roasted into charcoal, and the crumbs fell off when touched, and the blood of another chicken burst out when bitten.

Everyone silently looked at the unroasted rabbit and unanimously decided to ask Pei Zhi to leave the battlefield. Maybe some people are born waiting to be fed.

At that time, Pei Zhi silently took a bite of the chicken that looked edible, but respected everyone's decision for a second, and never tried to touch kitchen utensils or anything like that again.

"Forget it." Yan Weiyi resigned to his fate and silently cleaned the stove. He just looked at the pot with holes in it and thought about whether it was necessary for him to open the door next time Pei Zhi came to see him.

In the end, the two of them had their meals at a restaurant on the street. After finishing their meal, Pei Zhi lingered on the street corner for a long time. He walked straight along the street and then turned right, and he could reach the Prince's Mansion in less than half an hour.

Pei Zhi failed to go in the end. When he was hesitating, he was found by the boy sent by his father, and he hurried back home.

During this time, Emperor Yan granted leave and allowed Song Ci'an and Shi Yu to prepare for their marriage at home. Shiyu's life status, the meritorious service he received, and the emperor's attention meant that the scale of this marriage was huge.

Song Cian's parents still have the surviving elders. The two elders of the Song family were taken to the capital and settled. When they learned that their grandson had achieved such an achievement, the old couple burst into tears with excitement.

As for the others, the people sent by Emperor Yan to Qingshui Town could find out what they had done. It was a good thing that they were not dealt with according to the law for the sake of Shi Yu and Song Ci'an, but they just used a little bit. Means, life is not very satisfactory now.

The prince acted quickly. When they saw the third prince again, Song Ci'an and Shi Yu were walking around the street, carrying a hand full of snacks and pastries.

According to the rules, the two cannot meet each other before they get married. The maid who followed Shi Yu looked at the two people walking in front and sighed in her heart. She was the maid sent by the old lady to attend the general's wedding during this period. Of course, the main function is to watch over the old lady and tell them not to meet before they get married, so as not to break the etiquette.

It's just that it's raining that day, Mother is getting married, and the General wants to come out on his own initiative. How can she, as a little maid, take care of it! The general and the young master can't bear it. After they get married, won't they be able to see each other every day? The relationship between the two is also too good.