So...hahaha!" I smiled. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that she didn't doubt my identity as a man at all!
"The looks! They are a bit similar, but..." Mei Niang glanced at me, lowered her face and snickered, "How can there be a woman who can fight like you, and is so tall..."
Can I fight? Tall? Yes! Indeed, there are very few girls who can fight like me. As for being tall! I think I am tall enough, but not too big? I don’t think, according to the standards of girls in the 21st century, I am A little fatter! Hey! How sad...
After some conversation, I lied to her that I had failed with my relatives and was homeless. Such a ridiculous reason, Mei Niang actually believed it without any doubts, and even took me back to her home. Look at her like that, I felt she seemed very happy.
I'm depressed, what's going on with the women here...[
I followed Mei Niang into a simple wooden house of about ten square meters. The only furniture inside was a wooden bed. There was a small table beside the bed, with an old bronze mirror and a wooden comb on it. I guess, then, It should be the dressing table! There is a square wooden table in the center of the room. On the table there is an oil lamp, a teapot-like pot, several teacup-like cups, two benches and a large wooden cabinet not far away. There are also There are some hats and other random things hanging on the wall...
I feel like a city dweller coming to a poor rural area, and I can't help but feel chilled. Do I have to live this kind of life in the future? No, I don't want to. Even if I lived in ancient times, I still want to live in the city! That damn fate What the hell is God doing! He actually sent me to such a poor and backward place. Could it be that my true love is a farmer? No way!
"Young master, you must be hungry! I'm going to prepare some food for you." She said happily and hurriedly went to cook for me.
I originally wanted to stop her, but when I felt my belly, yes! I was indeed hungry.
About half an hour later, Mei Niang brought a plate of hot sesame cakes. I took a bite and couldn't help but praise: "Wow! This cake is so delicious. Did you make it yourself?"
"Yeah!" She nodded shyly, her face flushed, which was ridiculous.