As he yelled into the empty air, Xu Changqing was struck by a wicked urge. She playfully "shifted" a corn flatbread over and tapped it against his lips.
Shen Weimin was speechless. "Alright, fine. I won't say another word," he grumbled. "Hurry, let's get down the mountain." 'What kind of wife did I find? She's so daring, and she's still in the mood to tease me.'
While munching on the flatbread, which was just as delicious as his fiancée had claimed, Shen Weimin approached a nearby shelf and began looking around.
Surprised?
Not in the slightest.
Outside, it was not yet completely dark. Plus, they weren't deep in the mountains, just on the periphery. While the light was no longer as bright as day, it had not yet faded to true darkness.
Xu Changqing's timing was impeccable. After "shifting" the flatbread, she exited the periphery of the mountain. By the time she reached the small hill and entered her house through the back door, the sky had turned completely dark.
