After wearing the book, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 241 Being suppressed and unable to move
In the open space outside the kitchenette.

Rong Qingqing grabbed a handful of melon seeds and watched the man chopping firewood while eating the melon seeds.

I really didn't expect that someone like Xie Jingrun would be able to do rough work like chopping firewood.

Moreover, each piece of firewood was cut to the exactest degree, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

How strange!

A man like Xie Jingrun, who is the pride of heaven, not only knows how to chop wood, but also chops it so well, it is really weird. Could it be that he has actually chopped firewood before?
But it's impossible!

How could Xie Jingrun need to chop firewood?

"Pfft!" she thought as she spat out the melon seeds in her mouth.

Xie Jingrun raised his ax and was about to chop wood, when suddenly, a melon seed husk fell lightly to his feet, his veins twitched, he stopped suddenly, looked at the girl beside him, and gritted his teeth : "Rong Qingqing..."

"Have you ever chopped firewood before?" Rong Qingqing interrupted him.

Xie Jingrun was stunned for a moment, "Yes." He bent down, straightened the firewood, then raised the ax and chopped it down.

"Snapped!"

Rong Qingqing was inexplicably a little timid.

Did this guy do it on purpose?
"Pfft!" She spat out another piece of melon seeds.

"Why?" She was really curious and couldn't help asking.

Xie Jingrun picked up the chopped firewood and carried it into the small kitchen.

Rong Qingqing stopped eating melon seeds and hurriedly followed in.

Seeing the man squatting by the stove lighting a fire, she leaned over, "Xie Jingrun, you're really weird."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her, "What's so strange?"

"Isn't it strange enough that you know how to chop wood?" Rong Qingqing looked at him with bright eyes, "Could it be that you were naughty when you were young and were punished by the old master to chop wood?" If not, why could he chop wood so well? , that skillful posture was not done by someone who was chopping wood for the first time, he had obviously practiced it before.

The flame in the stove was ignited at this moment, and it sprang up suddenly, reflecting the man's somewhat gloomy eyebrows and eyes a little red.

Hearing what the girl said at this time, he suddenly raised his head and looked at her with a half-smile, "So interested in my affairs?"

Rong Qingqing froze for a moment, took a step back, and said uncomfortably, "I'm just curious."

Xie Jingrun twitched his lips, and suddenly said: "When I was 12 years old, I went to the border with my grandfather. He asked me to start as a pawn, but at that time, I was rebellious and disobedient, so I was punished as a cook camp."

Rong Qingqing was a little surprised when she heard this.

It turned out that he had been a soldier and a cook, no wonder he could chop firewood so well.

She could imagine Xie Jingrun's arrogance when he first entered the military camp, but was punished by his iron-blooded grandfather directly to the cook camp.

"I see." She nodded, gloating in her misfortune, she didn't expect that such an incomparable person as Xie Jingrun would sometimes be suppressed and unable to move.

Xie Jingrun narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you happy?"

"No." Rong Qingqing had a straight face, thought for a while, and then said, "Since you have been a cook in the cook camp, you will definitely meet up?"

"No." Xie Jingrun denied it without thinking, "The fire has been built for you, when will you start cooking?"

"Xie Jingrun, let's have dumplings tonight." A cunning flashed in Rong Qingqing's eyes.

Xie Jingrun glanced at her, "Whatever."

"But it's getting late now, we have to hurry up, you make noodles, I'll chop stuffing, how about it?" Rong Qingqing stared at him with bright eyes.

(End of this chapter)