With the delivery of food yesterday, after entering the tent, Xia Weiwei naturally used a small bowl to give Grandpa Kezi some fried meat slices.

In the inquiring eyes of Aoki and his wife, she picked up a piece of jerky from the big bowl in front of Wen Ya.

"Dad Aomu, Mom Qingmei, you eat it first. I'll give this piece of meat to Grandpa Kezi."

Looking at the child's eyes as he looked back, Qingmei picked up a big bowl to scoop lotus roots for Qingmu. Qingmu, after watching Xia Weiwei, turned her gaze to the newly-paved reeds.

This kid shouldn't have made things difficult for her, otherwise, there would be no chance to weave a reed mat.

"Wen Ya, tell me honestly, what do you want to do?"

Wen Ya didn't say anything yesterday. How could he answer Aoki's question today?

Not long after, Aoki Hoka was defeated helplessly.

After taking the big bowl handed over by Qingmei, he said to himself: "Weiwei is so pitiful and kind. In many cases, I hope she can be selfish and consider more for herself."

"That child has a stubborn temper. I know we owe you so there is no reason to say anything to ask you to be proud of her. But I still want you to understand that if there is something wrong with Weiwei, I will definitely fight you, even if I know I can't fight."

After more and more contact with Wen Ya, Wen Ya's virtue of only having emotions towards Xia Weiwei has made Aoki get used to it.

After saying that, Wen Ya did not answer or did not express his expression.

"Eat first, don't worry a little." Aoki said to Qingmei.

The deep eyes were withdrawn from Wen Ya, and Qingmei picked up a big bowl.

It was just a round trip, but the air in the kitchen became tense.

Farewell to Wen Ya, Xia Weiwei pretended to be nothing: "Wen Ya went to beat a big goose first. I thought it would be delicious when stir-frying like this, so I tried it. Dad Qingmu, Mom Qingmei, you guys try it."

I didn't want the child to worry, so Aoki said that after the child went out, he saw that the child didn't notice anything unusual, so he let go of his tense nerves.

Aoki smiled and said, "Everything is delicious."

"I'll wait for you to come back and taste it." Qingmei scooped the meat together. Then, after tasting it, she squinted her eyes exaggeratedly: "Weiwei, how did you stir-fry this meat? How could it be so delicious?"

I have never eaten the fried meat slices alone, but I have eaten a lot of fried meat slices with goose.

This bite, whether it is taste or meatiness, is far beyond her ideal stir-fried meat flavor.

I stretched out my hand and scooped a few more pieces to the entrance. The green plum was so enjoyable.

"I used a lot of oil." Xia Weiwei said the secret without hesitation: "Flood with salt and oil before frying. When frying, the oil is wide and the heat is fast, and then let it go quickly."

Qingmei: "·····"

The corners of my mouth, which I had originally enjoyed, pursed my aftertaste, pulled unnaturally.

It seemed as if she didn't see the instant flash of Qingmei's emotions. Xia urged slightly: "My mother in Qingmei, eat it quickly. It's cold, and the oil solidifies and it won't taste good."

Qingmei was wondering the second before, whether her child would be too much, but the next second she was melted by her satisfied expression.

Don’t look at Wen Ya, and muttered in my heart that the main owner let her do whatever he wants. Why is she an outsider anxious for others? She scooped a few more pieces of meat.

After savoring it carefully, I sighed more: "Swan meat is much more than piglets. If it were fried pork, I don't know what it looks soft and tender!"

"The little pork is definitely better than this one," Xia Weiwei agreed.

Unfortunately, the piglets could not be eaten: "I have practiced my skills this year. When I catch the piglet next year, we will hold a piglet banquet, and arrange it for it in any pig mixed soup and braised pig trotters."

"I don't know if there are any other pigs in Da Yawan!" Qingmei was a little worried that the child had no food for the piglet banquet.

Xia Weiwei smiled indifferently: "If there is no Dayawan, then we will catch both ends from the forest and bring them back slowly. If we are determined, we will achieve our goal in the end."

"Weiwei is right." Tian pressed his lips and teeth and savored it. Qingmu raised the big bowl and transferred all the few pieces of meat left in the big bowl to Xia Weiwei's soup bowl: "Next year, Weiwei, next year my dad promises to let you do whatever you want."

The fried meat tastes the aroma of oil, and the taste of the meat slices soaked in the soup will be greatly reduced.

But Xia Weiwei was extremely moved by Aoki's ignorant care.

"Dad Aoki, I am really greedy, but I care more about you besides eating it." Otherwise, she wouldn't have to endure such hard work.

Xia Weiwei understood her situation very well, and even more so what the Cao Zhu tribes would face. For a moment, she became a little envious of Wen Ya who could eat and drink freely.

If she was Wen Ya, she would not have to betray herself. She would definitely implement the essence of scientific pig farming to the end.

"Hey~" Xia Weiwei suddenly approached Wen Ya: "You teach me? I'll use aerobics to change it with you?"

Wen Ya looked at the burning flames jumping in the stove hole without looking sideways.

When Xia Weiwei was about to give up, he said, "What misunderstandings do you have about yourself."

Xia Weiwei: "·····"

Wen Ya's sarcastic eloquence, she tried again and again, but it was not a good thing to say at first.

Silently, she stepped back and ate meat and drank soup in Aoki's dull eyes.

Wen Ya was not polite to Xia Weiwei. Seeing her retreat, her eyes turned as dark as a cold pond and as cold as Dongxue.

"You know it yourself."

I heard too much, and it seems that I don’t feel anything about this anymore.

While chewing the meat, Xia Weiwei turned a deaf ear.

“There is no cure.”

Xia Weiwei: "·····"

What is this mentality?

Don't you argue with him and your ears are itchy?

Just as Xia Weiwei decided that if he was giving her a word, she would argue with him. Even if he couldn't say it would pollute his ears, Wen Ya slowly withdrew his gaze.

When Xia Weiwei held the bowl and whispered to the soup, the person who was looking directly at the flames opened his mouth again: "Silly."

"Wen Ya!" Aoki shouted in a low voice with a strong warning.

Someone has no restraint at all.

Taking a deep breath, the feeling of wanting to speak to him well could not be suppressed at all.

"Wen Ya, I know you are smart, and I know you are amazing. You have the capital to look down on others and look down on others, but..."

"Dad Aoki, don't be angry. What's wrong with me? I'm stupid, what's up to him?" After interrupting and comforting Aoki, Xia Weiwei rushed to Wen Ya and said indifferently: "I won't live with you for the rest of my life, don't say I'm hopelessly stupid. Even if I'm stupid like a piece of shit, that's my own business."
Chapter completed!