Jing Xi rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen. His tall body made the kitchen seem a bit cramped.

Meng Wanzhou watched from the side and felt that he looked like that.

While I was dazed, I heard a deep magnetic voice: "What are you still dazed for? Help me wash the vegetables."

Meng Wanzhou smiled, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the basin and went to the water tank to scoop out water.

Jing Xi's eyes jumped with joy, "My mother said that men who cook are the most attractive, but it's a pity that my father has never even entered the kitchen."

When Meng Wanzhou thought about Dongming Ziyu, who was as cold and arrogant as an iceberg, cooking, she shuddered and didn't even dare to think about it.

Jing Xi saw her washing the vegetables directly in the basin and sneered: "Meng Wanzhou, don't you know that you have to remove the yellow and rotten leaves of vegetables before washing them?"

Meng Wanzhou really didn't know that when she cooked in the past, the servants would prepare everything for her. She could just throw it into the pot in order, and she didn't even have to stir-fry herself.

He pouted dissatisfiedly and said: "You said you asked me to wash the vegetables. Am I not following your orders?"

Jing Xi raised her eyebrows and actually smiled, "You are obedient."

Meng Wanzhou snorted, took out the vegetables, and selected them.

Jing Xi was overjoyed. The two of them hadn't bickered like this for a long time. It felt really good.

Meng Wanzhou has such a fresh breath. More than a year has passed, and the shadow caused by Mrs. Meng's death has faded a lot.

The two divided their labors and cooperated, and soon the fragrance wafted out.

Meng Wanzhou didn't expect that Jing Xi's cooking skills were not bad, and she could make delicious and fragrant dishes using very ordinary ingredients.

Meng Wanzhou swallowed her saliva as she smelled the aroma of the food.

Jing Xi picked up a piece of fish to taste it, glanced at her, and suddenly brought the chopsticks to her mouth, "Try to see if it tastes good enough."

Are you feeding her? Meng Wanzhou's face turned red, and just as she was about to open her mouth to refuse, the fish meat was stuffed into her mouth.

However, Meng Wanzhou's heart was beating wildly and she couldn't taste anything at all.

"How is it?" Jing Xi looked forward to it, her thick eyebrows raised upward, her bright eyes gleaming with a smile.

"Not very good." Meng Wanzhou swallowed the piece of fish hard, but felt that the piece was too small, and it had already entered her stomach before she had a chance to taste it.

Jing Xi smiled faintly and said, "You mean what you say."

Put the fish on a plate, hand it to Meng Wanzhou, and "bring it to the table."

Meng Wanzhou could not help but secretly curse at his tone and attitude of ordering his subordinates, but he still took the plate obediently.

When taking the plate, Jing Xi took the opportunity to touch her little hand.

Meng Wanzhou turned around in panic, but almost tripped over the hem of her skirt.

Fortunately, Jing Xi had quick eyesight and quick hands. He held her waist with his big hand and caught the plate with the other hand.

She fell into his arms and smelled the smell of mint and ambergris on his body, which smelled very good.

Meng Wanzhou wanted to get up from his arms, but he put the plate on the stove and held her tightly in his arms.

Meng Wanzhou blushed and struggled, "Don't be ridiculous, we are not married yet, and I am still in the period of filial piety!"

Her pink face was flushed with shame, anger and anxiety, her breath was unsteady, and her fragrant breath sprayed on his neck.

Those bright eyes stared at him angrily and resentfully, as if they wanted to bite him.

He thought of teasing her, and his handsome face moved forward, almost touching her nose, "I'm just holding you, what are you thinking? What does this have to do with marriage and filial piety?"

Meng Wanzhou: "..."

Her face turned red to the root of her neck, and she really wanted to bite his nose off. What should she do?

Seeing that she was getting anxious, Jing Xi stopped and said with a joking smile: "After you reminded me like this, I also want to do something, but now is not the time."

"You!" Meng Wanzhou gritted her teeth angrily and stared at him accusingly with her big eyes.

Jing Xi couldn't help but chuckle, put his forehead against hers, and rubbed it gently, "Okay, let's go eat."

Meng Wanzhou hurriedly broke away from his arms and ran out of the kitchen.

Jing Xi laughed loudly, picked up the plate and followed behind.

Two people had four dishes and one soup. Although it was not as skillful as the cook, both of them tasted sweet.

Jing Xi said softly: "I will definitely give you a special wedding. Besides the wild flowers covering the ground, what else do you like?"

Meng Wanzhou's face turned red, "It's nothing, there's still one year left, it's a bit early to think about this now."

Despite what she said, a year later, Jing Xi still managed to give her a grand and special wedding.

Wild flowers cover the ground, and flowers rain from the sky...

This romantic and grand wedding made all the women in Da Ming envious. They all dreamed of being like Meng Wanzhou and finding a husband as handsome, powerful, rich and loving as Jing Xi.

Two months later, the news reached a remote town in the north.

"That's unreasonable!" Yin Wenxiu dropped a tea cup on the ground, looking like she was crazy, "Is Jing Xi blind? She still married that 19-year-old idiot Meng Wanzhou!"

She wears heavy makeup and only wears a light gauze. She looked like a white lotus flower at the time, but now she looks like a dusty person.

She escaped many times and was captured every time. Each time, she was tortured to death. The methods in the brothel were vicious and cruel. She was so frightened by the torture that she never dared to escape again.

But she was not willing to just be that brothel girl with thousands of people riding on her and thousands of pillows, so she tried to seduce regular customers who had money and let them redeem themselves.

With her methods and scheming, there were indeed a few people who were willing to redeem themselves, but the brothel madam refused to let them go.

She can coax several prostitutes to redeem themselves for her. Isn't it a trivial matter to get those people to spend money on her?

How could a brothel madam let go of such a money-spinner?

She originally accepted her fate, but when she heard that Meng Wanzhou became the second princess and had such a beautiful and grand wedding, she completely collapsed.

Those honors should be hers. She is the daughter of the princess, so she should stand in the supreme position and look down on all living beings!

But how did she end up in the mud?

No, she is unwilling!

She wants to go back and kill all those who harmed her!

So, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, Yin Wenxiu packed up her beauty, used a beauty trap to charm the guard at the gate, and escaped.

But before he could escape far, he heard the sound of a dog barking behind him.

That was a dog raised in a brothel. If a girl ran away from the brothel, she would be found by the dog no matter how far she ran.

Yin Wenxiu ran as hard as she could, but was still thrown to the ground by a group of dogs.

"Pah!" The nurse came up and slapped her, then punched and kicked her. "You bitch, run away! Run away!"

Yin Wenxiu was so angry that she hugged Hu Yuan's leg and bit her.

Hu Yuan was in pain, grabbed her hair and slammed her to the ground, "How dare you bite me! I'll let you bite me again, I'll let you bite me again! Bite! Bite! Bite!"

Every time he said a word, he hit her head on the ground.

After the collision, he was still angry and said to the other guards: "Brothers, come together and teach this bastard a lesson!"

With that said, he unbuckled his pants and jumped forward first.

In the dark night, men came one after another.

They were only focused on venting, but they didn't realize that a large amount of blood was spreading under Yin Wenxiu's head. Her eyes were wide open, her pupils were dilated, and she refused to close her eyes.

A month later, the news of Yin Wenxiu's death reached Jing Xi. Jing Xi smiled coldly and threw the note into the charcoal basin.

Meng Wanzhou came in with a cup of chicken soup. When she saw the note in the charcoal basin, she raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "What are you burning?"

Jing Xi chuckled, "It's about the Plum Blossom Pavilion."

He went up to her, took the tray from her hand, and put it on the table.

Meng Wanzhou opened the lid of the soup cup and said, "I made the ginseng soup myself. I'm going to drink it."

Ugh! Jing Xi felt bad all over.

Wanzhou's cooking skills... haha, it's simply hard to describe.

He hugged her soft body and said, "I don't want to drink ginseng soup, I want to eat... you!"

As he spoke, he picked her up and walked to the inner room. Soon, there was the sound of Jiangjiang stuffing.

That cup of dark food was steaming alone on the table...
Chapter completed!