Grudge Breaker

Chapter 196 Barbie is Qing
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The next day was a clear and refreshing day. Song Weichen got up early and asked Mo Tingfeng to take her fishing and to pick mountain products in the woods. She wanted to prepare ingredients for the evening banquet.

There are no restrictions on her original body here. She is not damaged by the marks of her previous life. On the contrary, her physical strength and spirit have improved a lot. There is no need to worry about her body's endurance. Mo Tingfeng is also happy to accompany her.

The two of them changed into the coarse cloth clothes he had bought from the town the day before and went out, looking a bit like a young couple living in seclusion.
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After walking south for more than a hundred steps from Grandma Huang's house, you will reach the Mian Lake. The water is clear and fine, with rippling waves. Only then did Song Weichen realize that the large area of ​​flashing white that he saw in the Bagua mirror at that time was this lake.

Although she is a landlubber, she has loved playing in the water since she was a child, especially the various small creatures in the shallow water, small fish, shrimps, tadpoles, and shells... Just thinking about it makes Song Weichen smile. If you round it up, it's equivalent to celebrating Children's Day! Will there be such illusions in the future? Please give me a dozen.

He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, took off his shoes and tried to jump into the water, but Mo Tingfeng, who was busy untying the fishing net, saw him and grabbed him, "The water is cold! You are a poor swimmer, be careful not to fall in and choke on the water, or you will suffer."

"No, no, I saw a snail on that rock! I'll go get a snail girl and make her your wife!"

Song Weichen happily went to the rocks in the shallow water. Mo Tingfeng couldn't stop her and had to give up. He repeatedly reminded her that it was okay to have fun but she must be careful, and then he lowered the fishing net.

Mo Tingfeng remembered that Song Weichen had mentioned before that Grandma Huang liked the braised fish Huang Hu made for her the most. He thought that if today's catch was good, he could make a meal for everyone in the evening - he couldn't really let her cook some "Bibi Kao" for Huang Yingyun and his wife. Just hearing that made him want to avoid it...
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After setting down the fishing net, the two went back to the house to get a bamboo basket, a crossbow and a small hoe. Mo Tingfeng also packed some fruits and snacks for Song Weichen in case she got hungry on the way, and the two rushed to the mountains.

Now Song Weichen's wish of chasing the rabbit has come true.

She was never idle for a second on the mountain, chasing pheasants, squirrels and hares - but she didn't let Mo Tingfeng hunt hares. It would be a bit awkward if such a cute little thing died because of her.

But the pheasants were obviously not so lucky. Mo Tingfeng shot two of them in succession with a crossbow. Song Weichen claimed that he would use the pheasant meat to make him "roast bird" in the evening, saying that this was the name for "barbecue" by people in a certain area where she originally lived.

"Are you really going to do that barbecue thing tonight?" Mo Tingfeng was still frightened.

"How about this? I'll command and you take action. This way, there won't be any mistakes!"

Song Weichen acted very seriously and heard Mo Tingfeng getting worried for Huang Yingyun and her husband for no reason.

It was summer now and it had rained two days ago. A lot of wild mushrooms grew in the woods, which made her eyes sparkle with joy.

"There are mountain delicacies! Paired with the 'sea delicacies' from the lake, it looks like they are in for a treat tonight!"

(I am worried about the digestive system of Huang Yingyun and her husband for 10,000 words here)

As Song Weichen spoke, he reached out to pick a mushroom with a white cap and a circle of light brown spots on the top. Mo Tingfeng was quick to stop him.

"That's the Amanita argyi! It's poisonous. Eating it will cause nausea and diarrhea."

"Huh? That's it..."

Song Weichen withdrew his hand with a wry smile, walked a few more steps, and saw a nest of brown-red mushrooms with many white dots on their round caps. He reached out to pick some.

"That's Amanita muscaria! Ingestion can cause dizziness, convulsions, and coma..."

At this moment, Mo Tingfeng just wanted to hold his forehead with his hand, and without saying anything, he tightly grasped her restless claws in his hands.

"You are amazing! How do you know these mushrooms so well?"

Song Weichen looked at him with starry eyes, without any sense of shame at all.

"If you lived for more than a thousand years, you would be able to tell the difference so clearly."

Mo Tingfeng shook his head secretly, but his actions were according to her thoughts. He carefully paid attention to where there were edible mushrooms along the way, and picked them and put them in the backpack.

"Honestly, Weiwei, it's hard to imagine how you survived in your original world. I remember you said you lived alone?"

"There are food delivery apps. Hamburgers, barbecues, crayfish, delivered to your door in rain or shine. Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. We call them mobile phones, which are a thousand times more powerful than that tattered white robe!"

Song Weichen didn't feel ashamed but proud instead.

"Of course, I also cook a meal myself occasionally. As for me, my main principle for cooking is that as long as it doesn't kill me, it's delicious. If other people's cooking is from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Book House, then I am from Paraquat to Three Squirrels! Hehe..." He is a real two-faced person.

Mo Tingfeng remained silent. Although there were many "unfamiliar words" in this passage, he was so perceptive that he could tell that they were not good words. If he didn't want to cause trouble for himself, he should not delve into it...
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In just two hours, Mo Tingfeng picked half a basket of mushrooms and seasonal wild vegetables and caught three pheasants, which was considered a good harvest.

Song Weichen was indeed tired, so he found a clearing in the woods for her to rest for a while before going home.

There were gusts of breeze under the shade of the trees. Mo Tingfeng sat with his back against a big tree, bending and stretching his long legs. Song Weichen lay on his outstretched leg, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and squinting his eyes to watch the white clouds in the sky change into various shapes, feeling extremely comfortable.

Both of them were a little dazed. This was not an illusion hiding the souls, but clearly a fairyland in the other world.

"Hey, by the way, does Lord Si Chen have annual leave for this position?" She suddenly asked out of the blue.

"annual leave?"

"It means that you are allowed to take some time off from work each year. You can stay at home all day or go out and have fun. It is commonly known as paid vacation, which is a kind of company benefit."

As for this explanation, Mo Tingfeng cut off the beginning and the end, or rather kept the beginning and cut off the end, and based on the first half of the sentence that he understood, he made up his mind what annual leave was.

"For the black and white robes, we can rest if there are no cases. It's the same for you and me."

"Huh? Doesn't that mean we can't rest all the time when there are cases?! Tsk, do you all exploit executives in the Mei Realm like this? By the way, where is the HR department of the Lord of the Realm located? I'm going to go talk to them properly."

Mo Tingfeng peeled the tangerine he brought and put a slice into her mouth.

"What are you thinking about when you talk nonsense?"

"How can this be a crooked idea? This is the benefit that a reasonable and legal labor relationship should include. I don't even care about not having five social insurances and one housing fund. I'm just thinking that if we have annual leave, we can go to a place with beautiful lakes and mountains like this to take a vacation." Mo Tingfeng's heart moved. It turned out that she wanted to live with him in this real life...

"Weiwei, after the White Robe Case is solved and your suspicion is completely cleared, I will retire and take you back to the countryside. We can stay together like we are now, okay?"

"Huh? Not good."

Song Weichen decisively refused, sat up and took the orange from Mo Tingfeng's hand.

"You are like the male protagonist of a suspenseful romance novel. You are really not suitable for farming dramas. You will lose fans."

"You can live like this occasionally, but if you do this for a long time, you will definitely wither. President Mo is still the sexiest when he is working, so don't even think about retiring. Besides, the Territory Master didn't have a good first impression of me. If you know that you resigned because of me, I guess I really don't need to stay in the Mei Realm anymore."

After stuffing the remaining two orange halves into his mouth, Song Weichen stood up, patted his butt, and extended his hand to Mo Tingfeng who was still sitting against the tree, "Let's go, President Mo, let's go collect the fishing nets, it's time to prepare for the dinner."
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It was almost evening when Huang Yingyun and his wife arrived as promised with liquor and side dishes. When they entered the door, they were shocked by the scene in the yard.

Song Weichen was sitting in front of a "small fortress" made of earth and rubble, roasting something in a panic. The wood blocks in the fort were burning fiercely.

Next to the "fortress" stands a square wooden table covered with a layer of lotus leaves, on which are placed many meat and vegetable strings skewered with cut branches: pheasant skewers, grass carp skewers, mushroom skewers, leek skewers, wild rice stem skewers, and cucumber slices skewers.

For the oil brush, he prepared sesame oil. Song Weichen also found an unused brush from Grandma Huang's house and used it as an oil brush.

"Where's Tiger?"

Huang Yingyun hesitated for a moment but still asked, thinking that if Huang Hu was at home, he would not allow his wife to do such a thing, right? What was she doing in such a mess, a sacrifice?
"He is making braised fish for you in the room. You sit down first. Ahem, the grilled skewers will take a while..." Song Weichen was choked by the smoke and kept coughing.

"Is this what you mean by avoiding?"

Brother Yang looked at the black ball in Song Weichen's hand that was roasting on the fire, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and he subconsciously pulled Huang Yingyun behind him.

Song Weichen laughed awkwardly, thinking that this was definitely not BBQ, it was overcooked and had become Barbie Q...

But the skin is black, the heart is not yet cooked. Song Weichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If she had known that barbecue was so difficult, she shouldn't have patted her chest and made that noise last night! What I mean is, is it too late to withdraw the message now...

"Are you really going to let Yingyun eat this? Meiyun, my wife is pregnant."

Brother Yang thought about it and decided to tell the truth. This was no longer a matter of face, but a matter of life and death.

"No, how can you give her this? I'm... giving prenatal education to the baby in Yingyun's belly, telling him what carbon is."

As Song Weichen spoke, he placed the black roasted pheasant skewers in front of Huang Yingyun's stomach and shook them a few times.

"Listen carefully, little darling. Carbon is a non-metallic element with the chemical symbol C. It is located in the second period IVA group of the periodic table. It exists in various forms in the atmosphere, the earth's crust, and various organisms. Its Latin name is Carbonium..."

"Wei... Meiyun, what are you doing? Be careful that branch doesn't poke anyone."

Mo Tingfeng came out with a big pot of braised Hehua fish, which was considered to be a relief for the three people in the yard. If he didn't come out, Huang Yingyun was going to ask her husband to go to the next village to invite Wan Da Niang, a shaman, to exorcise the evil spirit for Song Weichen.

Song Weichen withdrew his hand in dismay. "I didn't do anything. I just burnt the pheasant skewers, so I was joking with Yingyun. I love to joke. As the saying goes, there are three reasons why you shouldn't laugh, and the worst is to have no joke. Don't mind it..."

"I don't mind, but the main thing is that you are like this, we are a little scared."

As Brother Yang spoke, he cleared a corner of the table and helped Mo Tingfeng put the big pot of yellow croaker on the table. He served the rice, and arranged the side dishes and wine they brought. Finally, there was an atmosphere for a meal.

The four of them ate and chatted, as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years.
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Unexpectedly, the planned barbecue party was all dependent on braised fish. Song Weichen was somewhat disappointed. Mo Tingfeng saw it but kept silent. He silently picked out the fish bones from the fish belly and put them in Song Weichen's bowl, while observing the wood blocks in the "fortress". Since they had been burning for a while and the flames had become smaller, maybe it was really possible to make barbecue.

He took a bunch of mushrooms, brushed them with some sesame oil, and then roasted them on the fire, turning them over occasionally. Soon, bursts of burnt aroma were emitted. After they were roasted, he brushed them with the prepared sauce and vinegar, sprinkled them with a powder made by mixing and crushing sea salt, pepper, ginger, dogwood, clematis, osmanthus leaves, and mustard, and then handed them to Song Weichen.

"Taste it."

After taking a bite, the fragrance between her lips and teeth made her almost want to cry and bow to Mo Tingfeng, and write an 800-word thank-you letter.

"A hunter who can't be Si Chen is not a good cook! This is too delicious, Michelin three stars is just like this, you guys try it!"

Song Weichen shared the grilled mushroom skewers in his hand with Huang Yingyun and Brother Yang, and also fed a piece into Mo Tingfeng's mouth. The three of them all had their eyes lit up after eating.

"Is this Bibi Roast?! It's delicious! It's really delicious!"

Brother Yang admired sincerely and unconsciously sat down next to the "fortress" and started grilling skewers like Mo Tingfeng.

Song Weichen was very proud, as if he had done something great.

"How is it? Am I right? I'm just not good at hands-on work, but that doesn't mean the BBQ product concept is bad... Let's have hot pot tomorrow!"

"What is hot pot? Meiyun, how come after you fell into the water, you have so many strange things in your mind?"

"It's much more than that. Let me tell you about the eight cuisines on the tip of your tongue?"

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The four of them spent a wonderful night under the acacia tree in the yard.

Because the wood blocks in the "fortress" were frequently sparking and crackling, Song Weichen and Mo Tingfeng did not notice that the crackling sound in the heart of the acacia tree was becoming more and more frequent.

It seemed like it would explode from the inside out soon!