This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

Ye Xiaoxiao grabbed her hand and slapped Li Yuemei across the face: "Do you still think of me as the Ye Xiaoxiao who struggled to make a living in your family?"

A dark glint flashed in the woman's eyes. She smiled, a mocking curve forming between her red lips: "I see you don't have enough blush today, so let me slap you to make up for it."

Li Yuemei was furious, her venomous eyes fixed on Ye Xiaoxiao: "You actually hit me?"

"That doesn't make sense. You were the one who started it. I was just defending myself. Only a fool would stand still and let someone slap him!"

Ye Xiaoxiao's gaze was cold and domineering, and her chilling voice came again: "This slap is what you deserve."

The original owner of this body was often bullied by Zhao Chunxiu and her daughter at the village chief's house. Her life was worse than that of a lowly servant. They constantly beat and verbally abused her, and made her kneel at the drop of a hat...

One slap is too lenient.

"I advise you not to think about how to get revenge on me. The excruciating pain you felt last time must have been unbearable, right?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yuemei's face paled instantly. Recalling the excruciating pain made her shudder involuntarily.

Ye Xiaoxiao was in a good mood and walked past the person who was standing there blankly: "Go and dig up some more wild vegetables! My husband is still waiting for me to eat at home."

"Oh, by the way," Ye Xiaoxiao turned around halfway, a faint smile on her face, "I wish you and Scholar Lin a speedy birth of eight children."

When she grabbed Li Yuemei's hand, she inadvertently felt her pulse, which was smooth and gentle, like pearls rolling on a jade plate.

Happy pulse!

It looks like it will take about a month.

Enraged, Li Yuemei flipped the basket over, spilling all the wild vegetables onto the ground, and then, as if venting her anger, kicked it hard.

......

As soon as Ye Xiaoxiao stepped into the courtyard, she smelled the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. At this moment, she could somewhat understand how the passing villagers felt when they smelled this fragrance.

First, wash the smoked meat with water, then boil it in water for the time it takes to brew two cups of tea, then take it out and slice it thinly.

Its interior is distinctly red and white, with bright colors.

The slices of meat, cut as thin as cicada wings, are incredibly appetizing. The fat is translucent, as clear and bright as amber.

It's fatty but not greasy, lean but not stiff, and has an unforgettable aftertaste.

The umami flavor of wild bamboo shoots blends with the aroma of smoked meat, a delicate yet savory fusion that is simply divine.

When Ye Xiaoxiao entered the kitchen, she saw He Jing had just served the stir-fried bamboo shoots with cured pork, and she couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma.

"He Jing, are you some kind of culinary genius descended to earth? We're so lucky to have such a delicious meal."

She stared at the steaming, fragrant dish, leaned forward slightly, tilted her head to one side, and looked at He Jing with genuine praise.

He Jing lowered his eyelashes slightly, gazing into the girl's eyes, his gaze filled with endless tenderness.

A handsome smile curved his lips, and his magnetic voice rang out: "Weren't you hungry? Eat something first?"

Ye Xiaoxiao smiled and declined. She still preferred the feeling of her family sitting together to eat, the comfort of which made her appetite more whetted.

However, the rich, mellow aroma lingering around her nose made her unable to resist taking a bite...

While He Jing turned around to chop vegetables at the cutting board, Ye Xiaoxiao gestured for He Wuyou, who was tending the fire, to be quiet, and quickly picked up a piece of fragrant cured meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

Really fragrant!

By the time He Jing reached the stove, Ye Xiaoxiao had already slipped outside the door.

He Wuyou, standing to the side, swallowed hard as she looked at the glistening cured meat. She wiped her hands on her clothes, stood up, and carefully moved her little paws over...

"Snapped--"

His hand was ruthlessly slapped away.

He Wuyou felt a sharp pain in his hand and quickly withdrew it. He looked up and met his older brother's tense face.

"You can't steal food!"

He Wuyou blinked her innocent big eyes and innocently defended herself, "But my sister-in-law just ate too."

Upon hearing this, He Jing's eyes flashed with doubt. Didn't she say she wouldn't eat?

"Your sister-in-law is hungry."

He Wuyou: ...He's going to complain to his sister-in-law!

He Jing turned to look outside the courtyard and saw Ye Xiaoxiao sitting on a stool with a look of enjoyment on her face, tilting her head back and squinting her eyes, chewing something in her mouth.

The woman, bathed in sunlight, had hair that seemed to shimmer, her facial features clear and delicate, and her snow-white skin that appeared even more like solidified cream under the spring light.

The beauty mark at the corner of her eye gives her a bewitching look, and when she smiles, her radiance is overwhelming, like the gentle breeze of spring, carefree and romantic.

He Jing's gaze deepened as he stared blankly at the person sitting in the courtyard, his eyes both gentle and ardent.

"Brother! The pot's on fire!"