C9

Murong Mingzhu was the most embarrassing moment in his life as he was being watched by Wen Jingrong the whole time. For the time being, he had put away his arrogance and curled his tail. Wen Jingrong, on the other hand, was influenced by his beauty. Thinking about how he couldn't even take care of himself with the toilet, she felt sorry for him and finally went back home. Her attitude towards him softened a lot. When they returned to the cabin, the tension was gone.

"Don't put me back on the bed. I've been lying there all day and I'm getting moldy."

She was about to walk towards the bed when Murong Mingzhu suddenly stopped her.

"Little Treasure, just ask him to come over and start a fire. I'll just break some paper money and send it to Aunty Niu San's house tomorrow morning. Since we've already agreed on the payment, don't forget to bring some gold foil back." Niu Dabao 'looked' at them and kindly suggested.

Wen Jingrong followed his instructions and put Murong Mingzhu on a small stool behind the stove. She even carefully gathered the scattered blankets for him. Wen Jingrong's ice-cold fingers accidentally touched his exposed shoulder, causing Murong Mingzhu to suddenly shake.

At this moment, half of her thoughts were on Niu Dabao. She wanted to see if he touched the paper money basket on the side, so she didn't notice that Murong Mingzhu's ears turned red from her touch.

Murong Mingzhu glanced at her with mixed feelings, tightened the blanket on his body, looked around, and imitated Niu Dabao's actions. He picked up a branch and added it to the stove.

The fire was extinguished by him in a few breaths. Murong Mingzhu used a branch to stir the firewood in the furnace in disbelief. After a spark jumped in the wood, it turned completely black.

Wen Jingrong had also discovered the situation on his side at this moment and shook her head. She had already predicted that he would cause trouble sooner or later by lighting the fire, but she still patiently taught him how to remove too much firewood, how to light a fire with dry pine branches, how to set up firewood on the pine branches, when to add more firewood, and when to remove the excess firewood …

In order to make it easier for him to see her clearly, Wen Jingrong sat very close to him, so close that he could smell the faint scent of her sweat and the special orchid fragrance. The reignited fire made her red face so red that even the fluff could be seen clearly. Her rosy lips kept opening and closing. Murong Mingzhu was no longer able to hear what she was saying. He stared at her lips, as if he was staring at something soft … In his mind, he suddenly recalled a dessert that he had once tasted. It was the cherry curd, but unfortunately, he didn't seem to like eating sweet foods in his memory …

"Did you remember that?"

Murong Mingzhu, who was still immersed in his thoughts, finally came back to his senses. Wen Jingrong saw the confusion and shame on Murong Mingzhu's face, but it seemed that her eldest young master still couldn't comprehend the skill of burning fire. But it was time to cook dinner, so she had to order him to add more firewood when the time came, for fear the fire would suddenly go out and the steamed rice would be unfamiliar.

It was obvious that she was worried for nothing. Murong Mingzhu had obviously adapted well, and after being reminded a few times by her, he had mastered the rhythm of adding firewood.

After the rice was steamed, Wen Jingrong purposely put on a long and stuffy feeling before opening the lid of the pot and lifting the steamed rice out. After the water in the pot was changed once more, he used a clean cloth to wipe the water dry. Then, he took the oilcloth from the oil jar and wiped the bottom of the pot. Before the oil flower was dried, he immediately threw all the vegetables cut on the cutting board into the pot and added the dried prawns when they were almost cooked.

Murong Mingzhu's empty stomach started to growl again. He looked at Wen Jingrong with some surprise, but fortunately, she didn't hear him.

After stir-frying the vegetables, she did not change the pot. She added a spoonful of water to the remaining soup at the bottom of the pot and poured the stewed mushrooms into the pot along with the mushroom water. When the soup was ready, she beat up the remaining three bird eggs in the pot. Although it only had a little salt to it, with the freshness of the mushrooms themselves, the last time she tasted it, it still tasted pretty good.

"Alright, tonight's dinner will be simple. Tomorrow, I will go into the mountains to hunt pheasants and wild rabbits."

Wen Jingrong's words were actually directed at Murong Mingzhu, afraid that he would throw a tantrum and refuse to eat due to the lack of food. But what surprised her was that this time, he didn't say anything, just obediently carried the new porcelain bowl and finished the whole bowl.

Although Niu Dabao was a bit confused about this, he wasn't a talkative person. After dinner, he went back to his seat and folded the paper money. Wen Jingrong first cleaned up the tableware, then cleaned up the stove. The charcoal from the firewood was also carefully stored in the pot.

After doing everything in the kitchen, he washed his hands and changed his clothes. He then changed Murong Mingzhu's original bedding, put a blanket on top of the bed, and cut a piece of silk that was about the same size as a bedsheet. Then he hugged Murong Mingzhu and asked him to lie down and try it out. He thought that the silk quality was too high, but it was already the best silk in the Green Stone Town.

Actually, Wen Jingrong felt that the bed she was touching was already very soft, yet she was still regarded as hard by him. As expected, it was Princess Pea.

Wen Jingrong thought that he would definitely dislike the other two sets of silk clothing. Luckily, she didn't think that she would pawn his original clothes, as she must have washed them dry yesterday, so she went outside to collect his clothes from the clothes dryer. There was a difference between males and females, so of course she hid outside the house. Unexpectedly, the blind Niu Dabao was also chased out by Murong Mingzhu. The siblings sat on the bench outside the house quietly folding paper money.

She wiped her body, but was still able to make out some flowers. She complained as she walked towards the house. The silver moonlight shone in through the window, and Murong Mingzhu's hair was slightly wet, with some moisture in it. His face was tired, as if he had spent a lot of effort and his face was flushed. He heard the sound of someone entering and looked in her direction. Seeing that it was her, he felt relieved and lowered his head to sleep.

A fragile and slender body should have been inappropriate for a man. However, when placed on him, it was surprisingly harmonious, giving him an unusual sense of beauty. He remembered that his legs had not been pressed down yet, but since he was almost asleep, Wen Jingrong didn't wake him up. She carried some dirty water with her and left.

At night, she also changed the bedding on her bed. She originally wanted to ask Third Aunt Niu to sew some clothes out with that silk, but now it seemed that she didn't need it either. He cut out two sheets, one for Niu Dabao to sleep on, and the other for Wen Jingrong's bed, which was covered with an old changing blanket. Tomorrow, she would inform the village's ox carpentry and make a cheaper wooden bed …

Wen Jingrong yawned and slowly closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.