Erya suddenly stood in front of the two of them, her fiery eyes falling on Brother Zhen, "Brother Zhen, I have something to tell you."
Cui Weizhen even said out of the corner of his eye, "Get out of the way."
Erya was both embarrassed and humiliated, her face flushed red, and she looked at him reluctantly; "Brother Zhen, can you really tolerate your eldest sister's infidelity? She has already made a private contract with another man..."
call out.
Before she could finish her words, she was frightened by a wooden arrow pointed at her neck.
There was coagulated blood of a rabbit on the arrow, which was cold and smelly, with a cold air for no reason.
Erya was like a prey being stared at by a natural enemy. His whole body was tense and he looked at Brother Zhen with dull eyes, unable to say a word.
Cui Weizhen's eyes were so cold, as if she was something insignificant:
"I'm only warning you once. If you dare to talk nonsense in the future, this arrow will not just stick to your neck. Do you understand?"
Erya waited for no response, Cui Weizhen's brows gradually furrowed, and then she woke up as if from a dream, trembling all over, with tears and snot flowing down her face, and she kept nodding:
"I understand, please, don't kill me."
Cui Weizhen sheathed the arrow with disdain, glanced at Ye Zhenzhen next to him with bright eyes, and snorted coldly,
"What are you still doing? Go home."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't care about his sarcastic words at all and followed him happily;
"Brother Zhen, you are so kind, thank you."
He was just protecting her reputation.
Cui Weizhen didn't say anything and walked quickly. Ye Zhenzhen followed behind with a fat rabbit in his hands. She was not afraid of him at all and kept talking.
"Brother Zhen, how do you know how to hunt? Did you learn it from the hunters in the village? Do you sell the things you hunt to the county, or do you keep them for your own consumption?"
Thinking of the fragrant braised rabbit meat, she couldn't help but sip her saliva. This body had little oil and water, and she was so hungry for meat. Just imagining it in her mind made her mouth water, and she was very unproductive.
"Keep it for yourself."
Brother Zhen was probably impatient with her question, so he finally answered, paused, and then continued to ask, "Can you cook?"
It is a must!
Ye Zhenzhen took advantage of her dignity as a food lover and made a promise, but when she entered the kitchen, she was dumbfounded:
There were very few seasonings in the kitchen. There was no star anise, cinnamon, cooking wine, chili pepper, or oil. There was only half a jar of coarse salt, and not even sugar.
It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, how to start?
Cui Weizhen came back from skinning the rabbit and saw her standing in front of the stove in a daze. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. Brother Zhen, go read a book quickly. I'll leave lunch to you."
Braised rabbit meat cannot be cooked without all the seasonings, but there are other ways to eat it, such as stir-fried steamed rabbit with dried bamboo shoots, corn rabbit soup, shiitake mushroom rabbit meat porridge...
All can be made with existing materials. Aunt Cui is not in good health, so she can eat soft stewed rabbit meat porridge.
Ye Zhenzhen worked enthusiastically on the ingredients. After everything was prepared, she suddenly encountered a problem:
She doesn't know how to use a clay stove!
The original owner worked at home and had experience lighting fires, but the memory is one thing and the actual operation is another.
Ye Zhenzhen filled the stove with firewood and kept rubbing it with a fire stick to start the fire. When there were sparks, she immediately put them into the stove. As a result, the sparks went out before they were put in.
After doing this for several times, she finally gained experience. She put the fire folding piece directly inside the stove to ignite the fire. At the cost of burning her fingers, she finally started the fire.
What makes people despair is that the cluster of flames is like a dying old man, getting smaller and smaller, and finally extinguished completely, leaving only scattered coals shining brightly.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't believe in evil, so she saw a bamboo tube next to the stove, which in her memory was used to blow fire. She held one end to her mouth and the other to the stove, held her breath, and blew with all her lung capacity.
…
The result...cough cough cough, bah, I choked to death!
Cui Weizhen was reading in the study, but he was not as focused as before. He became distracted while reading, and in the end he couldn't even remember what he read.
He finally couldn't sit still and walked out. He saw choking smoke coming out of the kitchen. He immediately opened the curtain and walked in.
After seeing clearly the scene inside, I was speechless and choked again.
Thick smoke came from the firewood that was not burning on the stove. His newlywed wife Ye Daya squatted in front of the stove, wiping her face with both hands. As a result, the more she wiped her face, the dirtier it became. Not long ago, it was fair and clean.
Her little face now turned into a little cat.
She must have choked on the cigarette ashes. She was coughing while wiping away. Tears overflowed from her eyes uncontrollably, leaving traces on her face. She looked embarrassed and funny.
When Ye Zhenzhen saw Brother Zhen, it was like seeing a savior, and she shouted with tears in her eyes:
"Brother Zhen, help me, I can't make a fire!"
The veins on Cui Weizhen's forehead were jumping. Finally, he rolled up his clothes, squatted down and took out all the dry firewood from the stove, grabbed a handful of pine needles from the corner, put them in, and lit them with a fire stick.
Wait until the pine needles are completely ignited, then put thin branches inside, and finally big firewood. In this way, the fire that tosses Ye Zhenzhen to death and fire lotus is lit.
Starry eyes appeared in Ye Zhenzhen's eyes; "Brother Zhen, you are so awesome!"
He can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. What a wonderful man he is.
For some reason, Cui Weizhen wanted to sigh, but in fact, he did sigh helplessly;
"Don't you do any housework at home?"
Ye Zhenzhen felt a little guilty. Apart from being willing to work hard on food and beauty, she really didn't do any other housework. She was almost industrious.
But she still kept her face and denied it; "No, it was an accident this time. Your stove is different from mine. I wasn't used to it, so I couldn't make a fire."
She widened her eyes seriously, trying hard to let Brother Zhen see the sincerity in her eyes.
Yes, why is she so guilty? Although the original owner is a bit unruly, she is also a hardworking and good girl. There is no work that she cannot do at home and outside the house.
As long as she merges with the memory of the original owner, she will be a superwoman!
Brother Zhen stared at her in silence for a long time, frowning tightly, and without saying a word, he suddenly turned and left. Feeling that she had escaped, Ye Zhenzhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put the porridge on the stove.
Stay with it.
Just as I was about to continue cooking soup, I saw Brother Zhen come in again, with a wet towel in his hand.
At this moment, she was completely confused. She took the towel in a daze and wiped it on her face. The white towel immediately turned black and gray.
Her whole body trembled, she whimpered in annoyance, and did not dare to raise her head.
It's only the first day, and Brother Zhen has seen all kinds of ugly things.
However, Ye Zhenzhen, who was lowering her head, didn't notice that a flash of smile quickly flashed in Brother Zhen's eyes. It was short-lived, but stunning enough.