Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 172
A group of people chatted and laughed, and quickly walked to the foot of the mountain.

That's where we're going to camp.A very wide flat land, not far from a small stream, the water is very clear, you can see the stones, grass, and fish swimming in it.There are bursts of rosin and floral fragrance in the air, with the simplicity and sincerity of nature.

Everyone put down their luggage and set up camp.

A tent sleeps two people.

In the eyes of outsiders, Cheng Yiming and I are a loving couple, so we arranged to sleep in a tent.I was secretly delighted, this time Cheng Yiming and I are really living together in the same room, will there be any accidents?For example, raw rice cooked cooked rice or something.

After making the tent for a long time, I finally got the tent ready.

Deng Dongyu is very experienced, directing the men to dig the earthen stove to find firewood, while the women wash rice and vegetables.At this time, Qiao Weizhong did not follow Margalio, but Deng Dongyu.

"Miss Deng—" He smiled very sweetly, and his mouth was even sweeter: "Just now you said that one family should cook one dish, isn't that embarrassing our family? We two big men don't know how to do this at all——uh, I No, Calvary can. But Calvary is a foreigner and can only cook Western food, but not Chinese. Cooking Western food is very particular, and it can’t be done without equipment and tools, right? Deng Meimei, how about you help Us? When we get back to the city, how about I treat you to dinner?"

"Okay." Deng Dongyu said.

"Ms. Deng is so nice!" Qiao Weizhong smiled and boasted, "It's really a blessing for any man to marry you."

"Hey—" Deng Dongyu sighed.

"What's the matter, Miss Deng?" Qiao Weizhong asked.

"Nothing." Deng Dongyu said.

Although it is said that a family cooks one dish, Deng Dongyu almost covers it all.

The young lovers were only busy taking pictures around, chasing, and playing.The woman who came alone didn't talk much. She was a painter. After putting down her luggage and fixing the tent, she set up her easel and went to paint by herself.Qiao Weizhong also brought a camera, first took a few photos of Deng Dongyu, and then took pictures of the scenery around Magalio with great interest.

Deng Dongyu cooking.

I watch the firewood, and Cheng Yiming does odd jobs beside me.

Deng Dongyu chatted with me: "I teach people how to dance rumba in the club during the day, and I go to the bar to dance pole dancing at night. Sometimes I will run two games, and sometimes I will run three games... During the Spring Festival I was resting in the bar all day, and no one went to the club to dance, so I volunteered to take charge of the field survival activities and lead the team, and the salary was [-]%."

"Aren't you tired?" I asked.

Deng Dongyu said: "Tired is tired, but I am still young, what are these tired?" She added: "I owe a lot of debts, if I don't work hard to earn money, how can I pay it back? Sister Lala, your amount is too big , I can’t pay it back for now, if you’re not in a hurry, I’ll pay someone else’s first.”

"I'm not in a hurry, you can pay someone else's first." I said, "It doesn't matter if mine is three to five years late, or even ten or eight years old. It's okay when you have it."

"Sister Lala, thank you." Deng Dongyu said: "Without your money, I don't know how I would have survived those days. It is also because of this money that my brother can spend his last days safely. Being able to leave decently, he... he went very at ease."

I nodded: "Your brother is gone. Now, you have to live a good life. As long as you live a happy life, your brother will be happy for you in heaven."

Deng Dongyu said: "Yes, he said to me when he was dying: Find a man who treats you well, and forget me completely. How can I forget him? Maybe, I will never forget him in my whole life." He." She sighed: "I once thought that I would leave offspring for him, have a son or a daughter, and I would remember him forever and ever. ...I still couldn't conceive his child."

Luckily she wasn't pregnant with his child.

As a single mother, raising children is not easy—just like my mother back then.

Cheng Yiming kept silent, just listening to my conversation with Deng Dongyu.

While talking, Deng Dongyu quickly cooked a few dishes.Braised pork ribs with pineapple, which is bright in color, rich in fruit, and unique in flavor; fried three diced ham made of ham, edamame, dried fragrant mushrooms, and shiitake mushrooms; colorful and delicious sausage fried with garlic sprouts; there is also a sweet and sour sugar Vinegar poached eggs.

Cheng Yiming made a three delicacies soup with fungus and winter melon balls.

As the sun went down, the sky darkened, a torch was lit, and everyone gathered around to eat dinner.I leaned beside Cheng Yiming, looking at his face in the firelight, I just felt extremely happy.

"Cheng Yiming—" I called him.

"Huh?" Cheng Yiming turned his head and looked at me tenderly.

"Do you think the night is particularly beautiful tonight?" I asked softly.

Cheng Yiming said: "Yes, it's beautiful, it's really beautiful. Being here, the air is fresh, the night is dreamy, listening to the clear water "gurgling" of the stream, it's like beautiful music, which makes people feel like they are in another world. In a world, all troubles and unhappiness are gone without a trace.”

I was startled: "Cheng Yiming, are you unhappy?"

Cheng Yiming said: "I am not unhappy."

I looked at him: "But just now you said that all your troubles and unhappiness have disappeared without a trace-it scared me, and I thought you were unhappy on weekdays."

Cheng Yiming couldn't help but laugh: "Lala, you have too many associations, seeing wind is rain."

I said, "Hey."

Qiao Weizhong, who was on the opposite side, looked over, blinked and said, "What are you two muttering about?" He added, "Those who don't know, thought you were flirting with each other."

I blushed immediately, and a chopstick in my hand flew over, cursing, "None of your business."

While dodging, Qiao Weizhong yelled "Wow": "It's none of my business, I'm just talking too much."

Another chopstick in my hand flew over again: "Who told you to talk too much!"

Deng Dongyu smiled: "They are a loving couple, and there is nothing strange about Qingqing and me."

Margario changed the topic: "Ms. Deng—" he asked, "How do we arrange our itinerary for tomorrow?"

"Have you seen that mountain?" Deng Dongyu pointed to the front: "We will turn over tomorrow, and then we will set up camp there. By the way, the scenery over there is very beautiful. There is a large piece of sheep's hooves, also called redbud flowers. Most of the hills are covered. The weather is warm this year, and the flowers bloomed early, and now the sheep's feet are blooming brilliantly, the flowers are purple in color, shaped like butterflies, gorgeous and lovely, the leaves have not yet grown, and the flowers on the branches are already in full bloom."

Everyone said "wow".

Deng Dongyu said: "Everyone is tired today, let's go to bed early, we will set off early tomorrow morning."

After they packed up their things, they scattered like birds and went back to their respective tents to sleep.

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(End of this chapter)