The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Just now I told her that you were catching fish in the pond and asked her to go find you by herself, then I went in with the meat, and when I came out, I watched her get on her horse and go away, maybe I didn't find you, Gu Changlin said, looking at Kong Wenjie's stupefied face, and said with a smile, What are you so excited about, kid? They said they came to see the girl, not you.

She brought the pork leg? Kong Wenjie asked in a low voice.

Yeah, the boss is one, it's a freshly killed wild boar leg, it looks delicious.

Kong Wenjie put down the bucket in his hand suddenly, and trotted into the kitchen. With his hands propped on the door frame, he looked at the big pig's leg lying on the table, his heart beating non-stop. , He felt that he was very worthless, a man of five years and three years was so blushing because of a pig leg, he was really afraid that Gu Changlin and the others would see his embarrassing appearance, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't bear it. Unable to stop, he went into the kitchen and chopped up the pork leg without saying a word.

Martial arts practitioners can make good knives, and Kong Wenjie is the same. He has already chopped up such a big pig leg in the blink of an eye. , while humming a ditty under the surprised gazes of Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin, squatting by the well to wash the pork bones.

Is he going to cook? Meiya heard the sound of chopping meat in the backyard, and she was puzzled. After planting the flowers, she rushed to the front yard, and then watched Kong Wenjie busy. , Meiya stared blankly for a while, and then asked Zhong Mingwei, He...is he having a convulsion?

The person who was clamoring to eat stewed miscellaneous fish at the pond just now started to chop and wash the meat by himself. Seeing that he brought the washed meat into the kitchen again, Meiya really didn't understand what it was. group.

Maybe. Zhong Mingwei nodded, listening to the man's rapid coughing from inside, and then looked at Meiya earnestly, The wind outside was a bit strong just now, who knows if his brain has been blown out? gone?

No, I'll go in and have a look, he's afraid he can't even start a fire, Meiya couldn't stand it any longer, so she rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen, and she saw Kong Wenjie sticking out her buttocks to make a fire, I don't know if it's because the grass is a bit wet, but I lit it several times, except for the choking smoke, there is not even a single spark. Mei Ya walked over while covering her nose, and said to Kong Wenjie, Guard Kong, get out of the way and let me start the fire.

No, no need! Cough cough! Kong Wenjie waved his hands hastily, and while wiping away the smoked tears, he said to Meiya, I have to cook this meal by myself, madam, please go out!

You really don't want my help? Meiya frowned and asked.

Kong Wenjie waved his hands in a hurry, and squatted down to continue to start the fire. Seeing his persistence, Meiya just got out of the kitchen, and then walked to Zhong Mingwei with a worried face, and whispered: I'm not I am afraid that he will be smoked, and I am worried that he will set our house on fire.

It's okay, if our house is lit, I'll go to Fang Zuotang to pay for it, Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, and while pulling Meiya towards the backyard, he leaned into her ear and said with a smile, If he wants to cook, let him do it. The meal is ready, so you won’t have to work hard in the kitchen.”

But today is your birthday, and I want to make you a delicious meal. Meiya muttered, with a displeased expression on her face, clearly hating Kong Wenjie's behavior.

Didn't you eat birthday noodles in the morning? Zhong Mingwei said softly, while holding Meiya's hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss, he said with a smile, Actually, I look forward to other gifts more than what to eat.

What? Meiya's eyes widened immediately, Zhong Mingwei, what do you want?

Zhong Mingwei leaned against the crescent door, looked up and down presumptuously at Meiya, and smiled a little badly: Girl, you know.

...Go away! Meiya immediately blushed to the base of her neck, glared at Zhong Mingwei, and walked into the backyard angrily.

Zhong Mingwei happily followed Meiya into the room. A while ago, there were sunflowers on the window sills. After the lotus bloomed, lotus flowers began to be placed again. It was still the cheap pottery jar, which looked unusually simple and soft.