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Aya initially didn't want Mengdie, a guest who had just returned, to cook. But unable to resist Mengdie's insistence, she let her help. It was then that she discovered Mengdie's cooking skills were surprisingly good, as if honed over several years. She eagerly asked, but the answer she received was still the vague "I can't remember."
"You must have been a fine lady before losing your memory. Look, you even prepared so well for being a bride."
Aya joked, but she didn't expect her seemingly harmless jest among girls to suddenly darken Mengdie's expression. The kitchen knife in Mengdie's hand turned sharply, chopping heavily on the chopping board, causing the thinly sliced vegetables to jump.
"Aya, I told you long ago that I am a man, right?"
Mengdie lifted the knife, measuring it against her fingers.
"You can joke about other things, but I hope you won't joke about my body anymore. Perhaps... in another twenty days or so, I will become a man again. I hope you're mentally prepared for that."
Mengdie's expression was serious as she spoke these words, and after finishing, she continued to cut the vegetables earnestly. Meanwhile, Aya struggled to hold back her laughter, thinking to herself that Mengdie really liked to joke. Why would such a pretty girl want to become a smelly, sweaty man? Hmm, it must be a whim, maybe feeling that as a girl, she can't match up to boys in some aspects. She believed Mengdie would get over it in a couple of days.
The topic ended there, and their conversation gradually shifted to the mercenary group and the recent bandit extermination mission. However, no matter how energetically Mengdie spoke, Aya seemed uninterested in such matters. Seeing this, Mengdie briefly mentioned a few things, then focused on cutting vegetables, letting Nia set the table outside.
Night fell. Under the watchful eyes of the stars and the three bright moons, a simple yet rich dinner was laid out on the table in the small house. The fragrant fish made little Nia drool, eagerly cutting a small piece and savoring it. Aya quietly drank from her cup, her cheeks slightly flushed, looking exceptionally happy. Mengdie also drank with her. The wine didn’t taste great, but it had a strong aftertaste. The three of them drank and ate, celebrating their reunion after ten days apart.
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Under the bright moonlight, the alternating moonbeams slept among the stars, waiting for another dawn with a peaceful face...
"Wu..."
Early in the morning, the chirping of birds outside served as an alarm clock for the sleeping occupants of the house. A warm ray of sunlight pierced through the curtains, filling the living room with soft light, seemingly tangible to the touch.
Mengdie slowly opened her eyes, yawning. She tapped her head, trying to stay awake. After a while in a semi-conscious state, she finally forced herself out of bed, getting down from the table. Her messy hair lazily draped over her shoulders, making her look particularly listless.
"Damn... I didn't drink much, so why does my head hurt so much? Where did my thousand-times non-drunk feeling go?"
Because of the headache, Mengdie went to the kitchen, scooped some water from the basin, and tried to wake herself up by washing her face. Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Aya, yawning in her pajamas, walked out.
"Yo~ Mengdie, good morning."
Mengdie lazily lifted her head, nodding ceremonially at Aya. She felt indignant seeing Aya, who had drunk more than her the previous night, look completely fine now! Irritated, she plunged her entire face into the water, shaking it.
"You got up later today," Aya combed her beautiful orange-red hair in front of the mirror, getting ready. "Usually, by this time, you're already practicing in the backyard."
Mengdie stopped shaking her head and lifted it up. After drying her face with a towel and feeling fully awake, she walked to the table, folded up the blanket, and tidied her hair, fastening it with a hairpin and a hairband.
"Aya, you're in such good spirits... If I'm not mistaken, you drank most of the wine last night, right? I only had three cups and was already out..."
After tidying herself up, Aya smiled slightly, put on an apron, and walked to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast. But as she passed by Mengdie, a glance at the corner of her eye suddenly revealed a very serious matter!
"Mengdie, you... you're wearing men's clothes?!"
Mengdie, who had not yet dressed and was only wearing a simple shirt, had its buttons unfastened at the chest. The oversized shirt clearly indicated it was a men's shirt. Her lower body was also clad in men's boxers, with her slender white legs visible beneath the loose leg openings.
Aya's exclamation made Mengdie look down at her clothes, then nonchalantly buttoned up the shirt, saying, "So what? I am a man, naturally I wear men's clothes."
"Silly girl! It's not about whether it's men's or women's! It's about the clothes! Quick, let me see!"
Aya rushed to Mengdie's side, carefully feeling the fabric and craftsmanship of the clothes. The more she looked, the more shocked she became. She knew that the fabric of Mengdie's clothes was only worn by royalty or nobility. The craftsmanship further convinced her that this was not something that could be bought in the market!
"Mengdie, where did you get these clothes?"
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