Jiang Zebei walked to the stove, and Chen Mengtian found out about the arrival of the other party.

She looked up, revealing a face that had been washed before, but was now stained with black ash.

Putting the lid on the pot, Jiang Zebei lowered his eyes and saw her dirty little face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

I haven't seen it for less than half a month, why are I getting more and more stupid.

How did he know that Chen Mengtian, who was squatting in front of him, was a woman in the new era of the 21st century.

Where did she use this with an old stove.

Jiang Zebei looked at Chen Mengtian's aggrieved eyes and sighed in a low voice, "You get up, go wash your face again, I'll light the fire." ”

Chen Mengtian got up, but he didn't listen to him go out to wash his face.

She stood aside and watched Jiang Zebei make a fire.

I saw that the other party put the hay in the stove and put the dry branches, and then lit it with a fire breaker.

Gently hold the dry branches with your hands until the fire is hot, and then put some thicker firewood.

Seeing clearly how Jiang Zebei burned the fire, Chen Mengtian remembered it and walked out of the kitchen.

When she walked to the door, she remembered something, turned around and said to the person behind her: "Xiaobei, when the water boils, don't forget to put the bacon and the eggs in the bowl into the pot." ”

Xiaobei shouted, Chen Mengtian didn't feel anything yet, but Jiang Zebei couldn't react.

He didn't really hear who she was calling at first.

It wasn't until the latter words rang out that I knew I was talking to him.

Jiang Zebei's face was strange, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

With a mechanical movement, he slowly turned his head and stared at the girl standing at the kitchen door.

"Y-What did you just call me?" He asked.

Chen Mengtian tilted his head and said, "Xiaobei, what's wrong?" ”

Hearing this title again, Jiang Zebei's face turned dark, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't call me like that!" ”

His attitude made Chen Mengtian surprised.

"You are already a year younger than me, and calling you Xiaobei is not a bad grade."

There is nothing wrong with such an explanation, but Jiang Zebei does not accept it.

He added a few sticks of firewood to the stove, got up, and walked towards Chen Mengtian.

At this time, Jiang Zebei exuded an aura of displeasure, and Chen Mengtian could detect it no matter how dull he was.

Seeing the other party coming, she took two steps back and waved her hand at Jiang Zebei.

"What are you going to do here? If you have something to say, let's talk about it, and the gentleman doesn't do it! ”

Chen Mengtian's appearance of not coming over, let alone beating me, made Jiang Zebei laugh angrily.

"Yes, I know that the gentleman doesn't move his hands anymore." A mocking tone.

But Chen Mengtian didn't seem to hear the ridicule in his tone, and said quite arrogantly: "That's natural, you can't do it if you're a scholar." ”

Jiang Zebei really saw the cheekiness of the girl opposite for the first time.

He stepped up his steps and soon walked in front of Chen Mengtian.

The latter had nowhere to run, showing a flattering smile, "Let's have something to say, if you don't like me to call you Xiaobei, then it's okay if I don't call you." ”

She also knew that Jiang Zebei was probably, probably because just now, she called him Xiaobei, so she was unhappy.

At the same time, one thing comes to mind.

This man, no matter how old he is, doesn't like women to say that they are young.

Jiang Zebei looked at the dog-legged appearance of the girl in front of him, and stretched out a hand that was as slender as jade, but with calluses between his fingers.

Chen Mengtian looked at his outstretched hand, with a look of fear on his face, and looked carefully at her eyes, there was no fear in them.

Even in the depths of his eyes, there was a little smile.