"You taste it, this time it will definitely be better than the last time." Ling Xiaoqi picked up a piece of braised pork.

"Really know the goods, this fat and thin pork belly was specially sent by Wang Biao today."

Who is Wang Biao? The name was familiar, and I remembered the executioner who slept in her boudoir all night.

I apologized to her before, and I believed her words, if she really didn't like that person, how could she still have a relationship.

Now that person doesn't have a fiancée, and she is still entangled with Mu Lingshu, if she has no intention, doesn't she know how to avoid suspicion?

What kind of friendship will give her meat......

"I won't eat it." Ling Xiaoqi put the chopsticks down, and the braised pork fell to the ground.

"If you don't eat it, don't waste it, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it."

Looking at the braised pork that fell to the ground, Mu Lingshu was distressed.

Although Ling Xiaoqi did not control her to spend money, after all, this was not her own money, and she was not at ease to spend it, and Mu Lingshu picked up the cheapest to buy during this time.

She hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and today because she made money, she bought some good ones for the first time and made a hearty thank you to Ling Xiaoqi, but not only did he not appreciate it, but he also wasted it.

The braised pork that came to his mouth was knocked off by Ling Xiaoqi, and by the way, the whole plate was poured out, "The pork smells fishy and can't be eaten." ”

"Why don't I know, I grew up from snacks to adulthood, and I didn't think it was delicious at all, and it was too domineering to not allow others to eat what you didn't eat!"

"I'm for your good, I can't eat pork. Don't go out to buy groceries in the future, don't do it either, eat at the restaurant. ”

In this way, you won't have anything to do with that person, I'm for your good, he's going to get married, you guys are too close, and you're the one who will be hurt in the end.

"Let's use the kitchen for wood!"

"Finally said what was in my heart, I think I took your place and made a fool of it, right, now I'll restore the kitchen for you."

Mu Lingshu walked into the kitchen angrily, and threw everything into the swill bucket when she saw anything.

Take a book every day to read a book, you are a famous person, don't be a craftsman!

If you really want to have ink in your stomach, you should know that on the day of hoeing, sweat drops fall into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Casually dump the fruits of other people's labor, and easily take back the kitchen in two sentences, give it to you, give it to you, and give it to you.

Mu Lingshu once again felt that the taste under the fence was uncomfortable, he could take back the kitchen today, the bedroom tomorrow, and drive her away the day after tomorrow.

And she had no room to refute at all, so she could only leave with her tail between her legs.

There was a ping-pong sound from the kitchen, and Ling Xiaoqi only thought that Mu Lingshu noticed his kindness and vented the unhappiness in his heart.

knows that even if she is unwilling, even if she escapes, she can't change the fact that Wang Biao is about to become her sister-in-law.

Ling Xiaoqi broke her dream, and it should be fine to vent, and she didn't stop it.

felt that what she needed most now was to be quiet alone, so she went back to his room and left the place to Mu Lingshu.

Xi Shaobai felt Mu Lingshu's sadness, and it was rare that he didn't quarrel with her.

used a lot of strength to put all the things in the kitchen into the silent book, silently accompanied Mu Lingshu, and watched her move the wood outside back to the kitchen one by one.

After returning to the room, Xi Shaobai helped to study the ink, and Mu Lingshu wrote down the last chapter that had not been given to Ling Xiaoqi for a long time.

Tidy up the room as when she came, leave a note, and leave before dawn.

Looking at the rows of houses, none of them belonged to her, going around and around, she returned to the way she came, alone, only herself.

Leaving was not because Ling Xiaoqi poured the dishes she had worked so hard to make, not because he asked her to return to the kitchen, but because Mu Lingshu suddenly found that she shouldn't go on like this.

The food and clothing were all given by Ling Xiaoqi, and she used Moshu as a bargaining chip, wanting to please him with her cooking skills.

What is the difference between all this and living dependent on men, she gradually lives into the kind of person she doesn't want to be, and gradually approaches like that kind of person.

The braised pork and the kitchen were just a fuse, which made Mu Lingshu realize that she was now too dependent on Ling Xiaoqi in her life.

Just like this kitchen, Ling Xiaoqi can no matter how much effort Mu Lingshu has put into it, he can decide the fate of the kitchen with one sentence, Mu Lingshu has no ability to resist, because he can say very confidently, I am in charge.

Just as the woman at this time is an appendage of a man, his private property.

Life and death, honor and disgrace, food, clothing, housing and transportation all need to be attached to a man, so he can beat, scold and bully at will, buy and sell, and ignore her feelings, only take concubines and divorce his wife for his own preferences.

A person who lives by others and pins his life on others will never be respected by him.

Mu Lingshu is developing in that direction, but fortunately she woke up in time.

The next day, Ling Xiaoqi found the note left by Mu Lingshu: The last chapter has been written, I'm leaving, thank you for taking care of you during this time, I will pay you back the money as soon as possible, don't hang up.

Barren mountains, thatched houses, Ling Xiaoqi found Mu Lingshu.

"Why are you leaving?"

"At the beginning, you said that after finishing Lu Ban's biography, you let me go. Now that the book is over, it's time for me to leave. ”

"Is it because of the kitchen?"

"No, you won't use the kitchen anymore if I leave, and you can still put wood after restoration, which is good."

"Shall I return the kitchen to you, shall I come back? It's not a place to live. ”

"I think it's very good, the green grass is the mat, the stars are the quilt, the breeze is the companion, the bright moon is the way, and the birds are singing for me, excellent, excellent."

Ling Xiaoqi wanted to say more, but Mu Lingshu interrupted and said, "It's been a long time since I wanted to move here, and I didn't mention it before I finished the book." Not because of you, don't think too much. ”

"I'm fine, thank you." Mu Lingshu is really grateful to Ling Xiaoqi.

Pingshui met, but she was able to treat her so well, which was her luck.

But she can't wantonly squander Ling Xiaoqi's kindness and endlessly ask for it, so that Ling Xiaoqi doesn't have to get bored, she will hate herself first.

Although it may be a momentary anger to go back to the kitchen, it is a good medicine to wake up Mu Lingshu.

Unable to bring Mu Lingshu back, Ling Xiaoqi, who returned home, was puzzled, took a pen and paper and wrote:

The production method of the two rescues for the glider, flattened.

She jumped off the wall with her head down, helping her Yahuan get down from the wall to change the misunderstanding that she locked Wang Biao in the room and pulled it flat.

Help her separate the family for silent letters and IOUs, and flatten them.

……

helped her teach Mu Qingzu a lesson, asked the big man who bumped into her at the city gate to apologize, helped her sell medicinal herbs, and helped her break off her thoughts about her future sister-in-law......

Ling Xiaoqi calculated a bunch of things between him and Mu Lingshu, and later found that he had done many things for Mu Lingshu, but he didn't get an equal return.

If he owes Mu Lingshu a lot, he can understand, but on the contrary, he doesn't understand why Mu Lingshu is leaving.

He has always been unentangled in things he doesn't understand, but this time he got into the horns and wanted to figure it out.

Although Mu Lingshu said that it had nothing to do with him, if it really didn't matter, why didn't he say goodbye, it didn't matter at all? He didn't believe it.

Why?

Braised pork? Is it braised pork? Because I poured the meat that Wang Biao gave her?