Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

"What is this doing?"

Gu Panxia looked at the venison he placed in the basket in confusion.

"The young master asked me to send this to you. Alas! The two little ones need to eat more meat. They are too thin!"

After Zhao Bin finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed.

Gu Panxia's face darkened, "What a little kid, I'm thirteen years old!"

She could bear to say that Little Baozi was little. After all, Little Baozi was only five years old, so he was indeed a little one. But she was already thirteen, and her inner soul was already twenty-four. How could she look like a little one?

"Thirteen?"

Zhao Bin looked at her in surprise, then shook his head, "No way! I thought you were only seven or eight years old!"

Gu Panxia's expression froze and she couldn't help but roll her eyes towards the sky.

All right! Whoever made her malnourished should be suspected of her age.

"Give us all this venison?"

Gu Panxia couldn't help but widen her eyes as she stared at the fifty kilograms of venison.

This is good stuff! Could it be that the young man already knew that he was his savior, so he came to repay his kindness and not for anything else?

"Yes, it's all for you. Deal with it as soon as possible before it gets ruined."

After Zhao Bin finished speaking, he looked Gu Panxia up and down, but saw that she was basically nothing interesting except that she was as skinny as a stick. He didn't understand why his young master suddenly became kind.

He turned his head and saw the little bun who was drinking soup looking at him blankly.

He smiled slightly, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, then walked out of the courtyard.

Gu Panxia looked at the direction in which Zhao Bin disappeared, then looked back at the baskets of venison, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Sister, it's the brother carrying the deer. Does your sister know him?"

Gu Panxia shook her head, "I don't know him!"

"My sister doesn't know him, does she know that good-looking brother?"

Speaking of that young man, Gu Panxia suddenly remembered the scene where he took off someone's clothes on the mountain this morning, and his face turned red unconsciously.

"I don't know that one either!"

It was just a chance encounter and she happened to save his life. She really didn't know him.

"Then why do they bring us so much meat?"

The little bun was confused and frowned, as if he was very distressed.

Gu Panxia was amused by the other's bratty expression, "Pandong, enjoy the soup. Sister, let's handle the venison first!"

The little bun nodded and continued to drink the soup.

Gu Panxia pulled the baskets of meat in front of the water tank, then went into the kitchen to get a knife and a chopping board, and then moved a small stool, and then she lowered her head and started working silently.

She sliced ​​half of the venison into thin slices, then brought some salt, sprinkled it on top, and kneaded it with her hands a few times until the salt melted. Then she took out a piece of firewood and placed it on the fence on both sides. Then the meat slices were put on.

Gu Panxia planned to send some of the remaining half to the Jiang family.

She cut half of it out with a knife, which was about ten kilograms of meat. She went into the kitchen and took Wan away. She also told the little bun to stop running around, and then she struggled to pick up the ten kilograms of meat and staggered to the next door.

When she arrived, she found Aunt Liu processing venison and was slightly startled.

"Ah, Panxia is here, why are you carrying such a heavy thing?"

Jiang Qing's wife Fang rushed up to help her take it, her face full of distress.

Gu Panxia came back to her senses, looked at Fang Fang, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm here to deliver venison to you, and I'll take the bowl back by the way."

Mrs. Fang glanced at her strangely, holding the meat in one hand and holding her in with the other.

"Why are you still sending so much? I'll help you take it back later. If dad hadn't told you to get it, your brother Qing would have sent it to you."

"Does every household have this meat?" Gu Panxia was a little confused.

Ms. Fang shook her head, "No, I heard from dad that it is only for those who help kill the deer. Our family also got seven catties. No, mom is still doing it."

Having said this, Fang looked at the venison in his hand, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

At first glance, this meat was more than what Dad got. Panxia, ​​a girl, couldn't kill a deer, so why did he get so much?