Ni Yang and Du Jiaojiao, holding the processed pheasants, came to the front of the bread oven and began to roast the chicken.
Du Jiaojiao said, "Big beauty, so this is the natural oven you were talking about!"
Ni Yang nodded.
Du Jiaojiao stroked her chin, "I seem to have seen this abroad."
While taking out the charcoal from the bread oven, Ni Yang stuffed the pheasant inside, "This was indeed passed down from abroad. Although it’s not as convenient as a modern oven, it’s much more useful because it uses applewood for the fire, so the food it roasts is much tastier than what you’d get from an oven."
Du Jiaojiao nodded, nonchalantly touched the charcoal with her hand, and pointed to the other side, "Big beauty, what is that over there?"
"Hm? What?" Ni Yang turned to look.
Du Jiaojiao swiftly smeared her hand on Ni Yang’s face, leaving a black mark on that clear and handsome face, the contrast of white and black giving off a somewhat cunning appearance.
"Wow! Big beauty, your skin is so white and tender!" Du Jiaojiao instantly turned into a drama queen.
Unsuspecting, Ni Yang smiled, touching her face and spreading the black mark wider, "Really?"
Du Jiaojiao held back laughter, "Really, really! Your skin is as smooth as cream and so pretty!" freёwebnoѵel.com
Ni Yang felt something odd about Du Jiaojiao but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She reached out and pinched Du Jiaojiao’s face, "Sister Jiaojiao, tell me, did you just play a trick on me?"
"No! I really didn’t!" Du Jiaojiao earnestly denied, "Do I look like the kind who would play tricks on people?"
From a distance, Du Ye was watching them with a gentle smile on his face. Holding Buddha Beads in his hand, he strolled over, "Do you have a study room in your house?"
"Study room?" Ni Yang was momentarily stunned before replying, "Yes, we do. Let Duoduo take you there."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Duoduo flew over from a nearby tree.
Du Ye followed Duoduo forward.
Wu Yanyun lost interest in playing chess and ran to Ni Yang’s side, "Yangyang sis, I’m starting my senior year of high school. Can I borrow a set of review materials for the senior year?"
The books on the shelves were clearly categorized: one row for foreign classics, one for domestic classics, one for historical and biographical works, and another for collections of dramas.
The transition from classic literature to drama revealed that the study’s owner had a wide range of interests.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the study room.
Was this person not trusting him?
Du Ye glanced back slightly and, unexpectedly, the person who came wasn’t Ni Yang but Wu Yanyun.
"Mr. Du."
Du Ye gave a slight nod, subtly withdrew his gaze, and continued to select books.
Wu Yanyun didn’t speak further; she went to the desk and squatted down to look for her senior year review materials.
After a little while, Du Ye pulled out a copy of "Diamond Sutra" from the shelf and then walked out.
As the footsteps grew distant, Wu Yanyun let out a soft sigh, sat on the floor, and stared out the window lost in thought.
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