Even if Yue Ge'er's resentment was not directed at him, it would have suffocated him.
"Just a few days ago, you promised me that you would only play the bamboo flute for me." Inside Yuan Heng's room, Yuan Heng narrowed his eyes and questioned the young man with a dangerous look.
Wang Jin shrank back, stiffening his neck and replied, "I have no choice! They've come to provoke me, why shouldn't I accept the challenge?"
As he spoke, Wang Jin seemed to have thought of something, and bit Yuan Heng on the face to vent his anger, saying, "I was just about to say something about you, you are the root of trouble, Brother Heng, it was you who caused this romantic debt, and you're still blaming me?!"
“…” Yuan Heng felt that he was in the wrong and fell silent.
Wang Jin seemed to have opened up a conversation, puffing up his cheeks and said unhappily: "You haven't settled your romantic debts yet, and you're looking for me to settle the score? I had no choice but to settle my romantic debts with you. You have to thank me, don't you?"
The boy's soft voice was like a cat's purring, with a natural hint of coquettishness. When it reached one's ears, it was like a kitten's soft paw padding on one's heart, making one feel completely soft-hearted.
His eyes were clear, and his cheeks were tinged pink because he spoke anxiously. His cheeks were slightly puffed up like a lively animal, so adorable that people wanted to hold him in their arms.
Yuan Heng did the same. He grabbed the boy, hugged him tightly, and rolled to the bed with him...
One night passed...
Chapter 47
The next day, the guys reported in on time and pestered Wang Jin to teach them how to play the flute.
Wang Jin was so annoyed that he looked at Yuan Heng and, with his consent, began to teach these boys how to play the flute.
Although he said he was teaching... in fact, most of the time Wang Jin let them practice on their own.
She asked the man to move the red flowers around the stone platform back, and followed the man to process the red flowers.
These red flowers are called auspicious flowers in this world. Their multiple petals are a bit like the roses in Wang Jin’s world. The petals are bright red and bloom brilliantly.
The processing of this flower is much simpler than the processing of the dyed red flowers in Wang Jin's world.
Just add water and boil it until it turns red. Then put the white cloth in and continue to boil it. When it is almost cooked, simmer it for a while and then take out the white cloth which will be red cloth.
Wang Jin asked the man to do it, and she picked out some intact petals, intending to try making rouge.
The petals need to be crushed in the stone mortar that the man had made before, and the juice needs to be used. But pounding this thing requires strength. Wang Jin felt severe pain in his hands after pounding it twice. When he opened his hands, he found that the palms of his hands were indeed red.
He habitually looked for Yuan Heng, wanting him to do it for him, but Yuan Heng had just been asked by him to dye cloth and was not around at all.
Wang Jin pushed away the stone bowl, feeling somewhat unhappy.
Now that he is away from the man, he can't do anything!
Mu Ge'er was not very interested in the bamboo flute. Seeing that Wang Jin was in a low mood, he put down the bamboo flute and came to Wang Jin's side.
There is a stone bowl in front of Wang Jin. This thing was made by Yuan Heng some time ago. It is used to grind coarse objects into fine powder and is very useful.
And at this moment the stone bowl was filled with half-crushed petals...
After spending some time together, Mu Ge'er knew that Wang Jin always had some novel ways to come up with something new and useful. Everything he did was confusing in the early stages, but people would suddenly realize it when the finished product came out.