Meng Jingwei was most worried about this issue.
Daisy Tini, sitting to Meng Jingwei's left, smiled and explained, "He's a friend of one of my subordinates. He can understand our hidden tribe language and has lived in the hidden tribe for a long time. Otherwise, how could I let him be your chef?"
"Yes. If he couldn't understand the hidden tribe language, it would be very troublesome to be in charge of daily purchases and other things here."
He Xiaomingjin smiled at Meng Jingwei. "I personally accompanied him down the mountain to buy groceries this morning. Don't worry, everything is absolutely fine."
He was full of confidence.
Meng Jingwei rested her elbows on the table, propping up her chin. She tilted her head and looked at the honest and simple man, asking, "What's your name?"
"My name is Tie Zhuzi." The man tilted his head to look at Meng Jingwei, speaking with a Lanzhou dialect accent.
"Pfft..."
Hearing his name, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but chuckle.
She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, shook her head, and quickly regained her composure, feigning calmness. "Sorry, I just think your name is very special."
Old Chen Tou and Daisy Tini didn't think much of it, believing Meng Jingwei was amused by the name 'Tie Zhuzi.'
In the 21st century, a name like 'Tie Zhuzi' was simply too rustic.
"Tie Zhuzi? Uh uh... Your cooking is quite good. Can you make me something else for lunch?" Meng Jingwei sighed in dejection and couldn't help but complain, "The food in the hidden tribe is too unpalatable. You all have such heavy tastes. Ants, scorpions, centipedes, silkworm pupae – there's nothing you can't eat. I just want Tie Zhuzi to make me some meat dishes and some vegetable dishes to see if they suit my taste."
Meng Jingwei pouted, looking a little pitiful.
He Xiaomingjin couldn't bear it and waved his hand. "Go, go, go. Give me five minutes. You can eat after you finish watching."
"No problem."
She made an 'ok' gesture and immediately got up to go downstairs.
Downstairs, Daisy Tini and Old Chen Tou were no longer in the living room. Only the range hood in the kitchen was humming, and the sounds of the chef clanging a spatula against a wok could be heard.
The young woman walked towards the kitchen and pushed open the door, looking at Tie Zhuzi who was cooking. "Ahem..."
She cleared her throat and raised her voice, "Tie Zhuzi, are you cooking?"
The man, who was stir-frying, turned his head upon hearing the sound and saw Meng Jingwei leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, looking at him leisurely.
Her tender, fair face was lit up with a slight smile, and her eyes sparkled.
"Miss, why are you down here?" he asked, gripping the spatula in his hand.
Meng Jingwei straightened up and walked towards him. Her foot stepped on his instep, and she deliberately pressed down with her toes. "I came to see you cook."
Every word she spoke was clear and resonant.