Chapter 629

"Just now, I told her that you were catching fish at the pond and asked her to come to you. Then I went in with the meat. When I came out again, I watched her get on the horse and walk away. Maybe I didn't find you," Gu Changlin said, looking at Kong Wenjie's stunned face and smiling, "what are you excited about? They said they came to see the girl, not you. "

"She brought the leg of a pig?" Kong Wenjie asked in a low voice.

"Yes, the eldest one, or the leg of a wild boar that is being killed. It's delicious."

Kong Wenjie suddenly put down the bucket in his hand, then trotted into the kitchen. He put his hands on the door frame and looked at the big pig leg lying on the desk. He felt that he was hopeless. An old man with five big and three thick legs was so red and heartbeat. He was afraid that Gu Changlin would see himself I am ashamed of myself, but he just can't help it. Not only can't help it, but he also goes into the kitchen and cuts off the leg of the pig without saying anything.

All martial artists can make a good knife. Kong Wenjie is the same. He has already chopped a pig leg of the eldest brother. He is in a good mood. He comes out with a basin to draw water while humming in the surprised eyes of Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin, squatting beside the well to wash pig bones.

"He's cooking?" Meiya hears the sound of cutting meat in the backyard. She is puzzled. After planting the flowers, Meiya comes to the front yard. Then she looks at Kong Wenjie, who is busy. Meiya looks at it for a long time. Then she asks Zhong Mingwei, "he He's out of his mind? "

Just now, the man who was yelling at the other side of the pond for stewed fish started to chop and wash the meat himself, and then came into the kitchen with the washed meat. Meiya couldn't understand what kind of style it was.

"Maybe," Zhong Mingwei nodded, listening to a series of men's hurried coughs, and then looked at Meiya with a long heart. "There was a bit of wind outside just now. Who knows if his brain has been blown out?"

"No, I'll go in and have a look. He's afraid he won't even have a fire." Meiya can't see any more, so he went into the kitchen with his sleeve in his hand. As expected, Kong Wenjie was puckering his buttocks to make a fire. I don't know if the grass was a little wet. He ordered it several times. Apart from the choking smoke, he couldn't see a spark. Meiya covered her nose and walked In the past, he said to Kong Wenjie, "guard Kong, get out of the way and let me start the fire."

"No, no! Cough! " Kong Wenjie was so busy that he waved his hand and wiped the tears from the smoke. At the same time, he said to Meiya, "I have to make this meal by myself. Madam, go out!"

"Don't you want my help?" Asked Meiya, frowning.

Kong Wenjie was so busy that he waved his hand and squatted down again to start the fire. Meiya watched him insist, but only got to the kitchen. Then she went to Zhong Mingwei with worried face and whispered, "I'm not afraid he's fumigating, I'm afraid he's lighting our house."

"It's OK. When we light our house, I'll go to Fang Zuotang to compensate," said Zhong Mingwei with a smile. As he walked towards the backyard with Meiya, he reached her ear and said with a smile, "if he wants to cook, he'll let him cook, so you won't have to work in the kitchen."

"But today is your birthday. I want to make you a delicious meal." Meiya mumbles, her face is not happy. She clearly hates Kong Wenjie's behavior.

"Didn't you have sushi in the morning?" Zhong Mingwei said softly, taking Meiya's hand to his mouth and kissing him. He said with a smile, "in fact, I'm more looking forward to other gifts than what I eat."

"What?" Meiya suddenly stares round, "Zhong Mingwei, what do you want?"

Zhong Mingwei leaned on the crescent door, looked at Meiya up and down recklessly, and smiled a little bit badly: "girl, you know that."

“…… Go away! " Meiya blushed to the base of her neck, stared at Zhong Mingwei, and entered the backyard angrily.

Zhong Mingwei followed Meiya happily into the room. A few days ago, sunflowers were placed on the windowsill. Since the lotus blossomed, it began to be placed again. It was still that worthless rough pottery jar, which was very simple and soft.