After fooling around for a long time, both of them were satisfied. After getting dressed, they started a new round of cuddling.
"Brother Mao, remember to come to me tonight."
Qi Mao felt relieved and asked with a smile: "Can't you wait any longer?"
Although she was very shy, Hu Miaomiao still said "hmm" and leaned quietly on his chest. Even a simple hug would feel very satisfying.
"Brother Mao, remember to wake me up when you get up in the future. I thought you ran away secretly this morning and didn't want me anymore."
At this time, Hu Miaomiao remembered what the maid had said and asked in a panic: "Brother Mao, will you run away suddenly?"
"Where should I run?" Qi Mao was a little helpless, but he was very helpful to her worries about gains and losses.
Hu Miaomiao pouted, still feeling uneasy in her heart, "If you run away, then I won't want you anymore."
"If you don't want me, then who do you want?" Bu Qimao was immediately annoyed and snorted: "It seems that I am still too good to you, which is why you have such thoughts."
What does she think of herself? If she wants it, she can take it, but if she doesn’t want it, she can’t take it.
After provoking herself, why did she think she could escape unscathed?
Besides, if she really wanted to find another man, what kind of man would she want to find, a man who would give her a personal jade pendant?
Qi Mao's face was as cold as frost, and his tone suddenly turned bad, "Humph, I should have broken your body last night so that you would never dare to think nonsense again."
In the past, Hu Miaomiao would have been very shy, but now she was more flustered. She couldn't help but think of the maid's words, and wondered whether Qi Mao still hated her and wanted to take revenge on her?
If they had sex, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get Qi Mao to give up those thoughts.
At this moment, the more Hu Miaomiao thought about it, the more panicked she became. She didn't know whether she should ask or how to ask, so she could only come up with some clumsy ideas, and maybe she was a little panicked.
So, Hu Miaomiao said: "Brother Mao, if you really want it, I can do it..."
Qi Mao's throat tightened, and his eyes suddenly darkened, "You're not afraid of the pain now, and you're not afraid that the wedding night won't turn red?"
"I can put the veil away in advance, so no one will find it."
Qi Mao was surprised and couldn't help but joked: "Did you think of this yourself, or did that little maid teach you?"
"I thought about it myself, don't you think it's bad?"
It's not that the idea is good or bad, but that she came up with it is surprising in itself.
Qi Mao smiled half-heartedly, not noticing that Hu Miaomiao was a little depressed, and asked softly: "Do you want your body?"
Hu Miaomiao was too embarrassed to speak and just nodded slightly.
Her admission made Qi Mao's blood boil even more. He wished that the sun would set in a second and it would be night immediately.
"Let's talk first. This is your choice. If you regret it tonight, I won't pity you."
Hu Miaomiao said "hmm", feeling both expectant and fearful in her heart.
However, if she could be with Qi Mao forever, she wouldn't feel afraid anymore.
After quarreling for so long, Qi Mao finally remembered the food he had brought and asked him to eat first no matter what.
Qi Mao took a look, pointed at a bowl of thick paste and asked, "What is this?"
"Medicated porridge, I cooked it myself. It should be delicious."
"It should be delicious? Have you tried it?"
Hu Miaomiao shook her head, but she was still very confident in her cooking skills, "My maid has tasted it and said it is delicious. You will definitely like it."
At this moment, Qi Mao was silently thinking in his mind, had he offended that little maid?
Then, he pointed at a dark object and asked, "What is this, charcoal?"
"No!" Hu Miaomiao broke a piece of roasted sweet potato in half, handed it all to him, and said, "Is this a sweet potato I roasted myself? My dad wants to eat it, but I am not willing to give it to him."
Qi Mao laughed angrily and immediately exposed her lie, "It's not that you are reluctant to part with it, but that Mr. Hu refuses to eat it, right?"
"You...how did you know?"
Haha, how did he know that this sweet potato was as burnt as a stick of charcoal, but it was still raw inside. Fortunately, Mr. Hu didn't eat it, otherwise it would have damaged his body.
Hu Miaomiao was dejected and muttered: "I'm just stupid, I can't do anything well..."
With that said, she was about to take back the roasted sweet potato in Qi Mao's hand.
"I didn't say I wouldn't eat it. If you can eat it, don't waste it."
Qi Mao was just joking. It was the first time she cooked for herself, and she would eat it without blinking even if she put poison in it.
So Qi Mao took a bite of the porridge first. It didn't taste very good, but he still said, "It's delicious. You've made great progress."
"Really?"
Hu Miaomiao was so happy that she also sat down and wanted to taste the porridge she made, but he took away the bowl and spoon.
In her doubtful eyes, Qi Mao explained: "Isn't it cooked for me? You can't eat it because I have to finish it all."
Hu Miaomiao was even happier. She really didn't expect that he liked the porridge he cooked so much. He said excitedly: "Brother Mao, I will cook it myself tomorrow!"
Qi Mao paused, with a rare expression of embarrassment on his face, "No need..."
He almost spit out the bite he just took. It would be unimaginable to eat it every day.
There are some things that you just need to know, there is no need to say them.
Moreover, she was so delicate. If she knew that the food she cooked was so unpalatable, she would probably cry on the spot, and Qi Mao really didn't want to see her cry.
After a simple meal, Qi Mao went to blacksmith again, while Hu Miaomiao was walking around in the blacksmith shop. Because he was too bored, he went to help the boy in the shop to greet the customers.
Hu Miaomiao is pretty and has a sweet mouth. Because of her solicitation, all the casual customers bought things.
"Miss, you are so awesome, even better than the previous shopkeeper." The waiter praised her greatly.
Hu Miaomiao felt embarrassed and said no, but her face became rosier.
At this time, a young woman came outside the door. She was pretty and dressed simply, but she had tidied herself up, but her expression was not very good.
When the servant saw the guest coming, he immediately asked her to come in and take a look.
The woman also came in, but she went towards Hu Miaomiao. Her attitude was a bit arrogant when she looked at the man talking.
"Are you Hu Miaomiao?"
"I am, who are you? Do I know you?"
"You don't need to know me, but I came here specifically to find you."
Seeing the boy's eyes flickering, as if he wanted to eavesdrop, the woman swallowed her words before she could help but rolled her eyes, and then called Hu Miaomiao out.
The woman first looked Hu Miaomiao up and down, and was quite jealous of her appearance. Her tone became even more aggressive, "My name is Li Wan'er, and I am... Qi Mao's sweetheart..."
"What?" Hu Miaomiao was shocked and asked in a daze: "Who are you?"
Seeing her like this, Li Waner felt very proud and her attitude became even more arrogant, "You heard me right, I am Qi Mao's sweetheart. When we looked at the stars and the moon together, you didn't even know where she was!"
"No, it's impossible, I don't believe it..."
Li Waner sneered, took out a purse, and said, "Brother Mao gave this to me personally. He also has one. He said, let us see things and miss people."
At this moment, Hu Miaomiao felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her face turned pale, because she remembered clearly that Qi Mao did have such a purse.
