The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 629: I have to cook this meal with my own hands

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"Just now I told her that you were catching fish over there in the pond and asked her to go find you by herself. Then I carried the meat in and when I came out, I watched her get on her horse and leave. Maybe she didn't I found you," Gu Changlin said, looking at Kong Wenjie's stunned face and saying with a smile, "What are you so excited about? They said they came to see the girl, not you. ."

"She brought pig legs here?" Kong Wenjie asked in a low voice.

"Yes, the boss's one is a freshly killed wild boar leg. It looks delicious."

Kong Wenjie suddenly put down the bucket in his hand and trotted into the kitchen. He put his hands on the door frame and looked at the big pig leg lying on the table. His heart skipped a beat. He kept going on and on, feeling that he was so worthless that a rich man could be so blushing and heartbroken because of a pig leg. He was really afraid that Gu Changlin and the others would see him in this embarrassing state, but he just couldn't help it. , not only couldn't help it, he also walked into the kitchen and chopped up the pig legs without saying a word.

Everyone who practices martial arts can use a good knife, and the same goes for Kong Wenjie. In the blink of an eye, he had already chopped up a pig leg of such a big boss. He was in such a good mood, holding the basin He came out to fetch water, while humming a tune under the surprised gazes of Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin, squatting by the well and washing pig bones.

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

The people at the pond who were clamoring for the stewed fish just now started to chop and wash the meat themselves. Seeing that they were carrying the washed meat into the kitchen, Meiya really couldn’t understand this. What kind of style is this?

"Maybe," Zhong Mingwei nodded, listening to the man's rapid and series of coughs coming from inside, and then looked at Meiya seriously, "The wind outside was a bit strong just now, who knows if he has any brains. Blow it up?"

"No, let me go in and take a look. I'm afraid he can't even make a fire." Meiya couldn't stand it any longer, so she rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen. Sure enough, she saw Kong Wenjie pouting. I lit a fire on my butt. I don’t know if it was because the grass was a little wet. I lit it several times. Apart from the choking smoke, not even a single spark was seen. Meiya covered her nose and walked over to talk to Kong Wenjie. He said, "Guard Kong, get out of the way and let me start the fire."

"No, no need! Ahem!" Kong Wenjie waved his hands hurriedly, and while wiping his smoked tears, he said to Meiya, "I have to cook this meal with my own hands. Madam, please go out. Let’s go!”

"You really don't want my help?" Meiya asked with a frown.

Kong Wenjie waved his hands hurriedly, squatting down and continuing to light the fire. Seeing his persistence, Meiya had to get out of the kitchen, then walked to Zhong Mingwei with a worried look on her face, and whispered: " I’m not afraid that he’ll be set on fire, I’m worried that he’ll set our house on fire.”

"It's okay. If our house is set on fire, I will go find Fang Zuotang to make amends," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile. While pulling Meiya toward the backyard, he leaned into her ear and said with a smile, "He wants to cook." Just let him cook, saving you the trouble of having to work in the kitchen."

"But today is your birthday, and I also want to cook you a delicious meal." Meiya muttered, with an unhappy look on her face, clearly hating Kong Wenjie's behavior.

"Didn't you eat birthday noodles in the morning?" Zhong Mingwei said softly, while taking Mei Ya's hand and bringing it to his mouth and kissing it, he said with a smile, "Actually, I am more looking forward to seeing you than what to eat. gift."

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

Zhong Mingwei leaned against the crescent door, looking at Meiya up and down wildly, smiling a little evilly: "Girl, you know."

"...Go away!" Meiya immediately blushed to the root 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 sill. Since the lotus flowers bloomed, they began to place lotus flowers again. It was still the same worthless stoneware jar, which looked unusual. Simple and soft.