The cook taught me about sex.

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The three sisters were very happy to return from school in the afternoon because Mr. Meng had finished teaching the *Doctrine of the Mean* and started teaching the *Classic of Poetry*. Although it was still quite different from the melodious poems I had imagined, it was at least less boring than the obscure and difficult sentences in the Four Books!

Father was still not home. Since the establishment of the People's Commune in the village, this former gentry had lost his former glory, but that didn't stop him from being a good father. Because Grandpa was the only major landowner in town, Father was also labeled a reactionary, preventing the three of us sisters from attending public school like other children. This saddened us for a long time, and it took us quite a while to understand that it wasn't Father's fault. The once pampered eldest son of the Huang family was now a thing of the past; Father, relying on the family fortune accumulated by Grandpa, had started a business, running around all day.

Even with such a busy schedule, Father continued to strictly supervise the studies of my two sisters and me, never letting up. He often told us, "To be a good person, you must be well-rounded; without education, you can't get anywhere!" Every evening when he came home, he would check on each of us sisters' lessons learned at school.

We both loved and feared Father; we feared his unusual strictness. According to the usual routine, the first to answer a question wasn't my eldest sister Huang Xiu, nor my younger sister Huang Wei, but me, Huang Die. I sensed a strange pride in their envious glances, but this pride came at a price. I was even more afraid of Father than they were—I remember once I hadn't prepared my lessons and couldn't answer his question, and I was severely punished with a thick wooden ruler. But since then, I've never failed a lesson.

Today was no exception; I had to carefully review my lessons for his inspection. Thankfully, today's lesson was on the *Classic of Poetry*, starting with "Guan Ju" from the *Zhou Nan* section. I was immediately captivated by this poem and quickly memorized it:

"The ospreys cry 'guan guan' on the river's islet; a fair maiden, a gentleman's ideal.

The watercress grows thick and thin, flowing left and right; a fair maiden, he seeks her waking and sleeping.

Unable to obtain her, he longs for her waking and sleeping, restless and anxious.

The watercress grows thick and thin, gathered left and right; a fair maiden, he befriends her with zither and lute.

The watercress grows thick and thin, plucked left and right. A fair maiden, he delights her with bells and drums."

In the evening, after Dad returned home and I finished washing up, I sat down in my armchair. The test began. Although I was already confident, I was still uneasy; every time, I felt a little apprehensive. I struggled to recall the poem "Guan Ju" that I had memorized during the day, and finally managed to recite it word for

word. Looking up, I saw a slight smile in my father's eyes; he seemed quite satisfied, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Hehe, it seems Mr. Meng has already begun teaching you the Book of Songs," my father said, opening his slightly narrowed eyes and smiling kindly. He leaned forward slightly on the armrest of his armchair. "Speaking of this book, it was personally compiled by Confucius; it has quite a prestigious background. Did you understand the deeper meaning of 'Guan Ju' that you read today, Die'er?" he asked.

I was prepared for such a question, so I answered casually, "The poem tells the story of a virtuous gentleman who saw a beautiful and virtuous woman. From then on, he thought of her day and night, tossing and turning in bed, and finally mustered up the courage to use various means to approach her, playing the zither and the se..." Seeing my father's brows furrowing more and more, almost twisting together in pain, I didn't know what I had done wrong, but I dared not continue.

"Is that what Teacher Meng said?" Dad asked in a deep voice, his smile freezing into an ugly, strange expression. Seeing the situation was bad, I turned to my older and younger sisters for help, but they seemed equally frightened by Dad's harsh tone, exchanging speechless glances. "Tell me! Did Teacher Meng teach it that way?!" Dad's voice rose even higher when he saw me stammering, making my heart pound.

"No! Teacher Meng didn't teach it. Today it was just memorization, tomorrow it will be taught!..." My younger sister said softly, head down. My older sister nudged her with her elbow, and she fell silent.

"So, you came up with this yourself?" Dad's face turned a deep purple, becoming increasingly agitated. "I knew it! Teacher Meng has known me for years, she's a learned person, she would never interpret a well-written poem as a vulgar, obscene poem!" Obscene poem! My heart felt as if it had been struck by a stone; my whole body trembled, and my face burned intensely, all the way to the roots of my neck. I could only lower my head forcefully, not daring to look him in the eye. At that moment, I was terrified that I would be punished with a ruler today. Judging from the fearful expressions of my sisters, I was afraid I couldn't escape punishment this time.

"To know what you know, and to know what you don't know—these words of the sages have profound meanings. How can you misinterpret them?" Father said earnestly, changing his tone. "This is clearly about the virtue of empresses and concubines. It's about how the empress of a certain country was harmonious in her words and deeds, setting an example for all women in the world through her chastity. She was so anxious at night that she couldn't sleep, hoping to gain the assistance of virtuous men from all over the world..." Here we go again! I had no choice but to listen with gritted teeth. I didn't hear much of what was said afterward, but it was all basically the same thing—chastity is paramount. This old tune had been played over and over again. Although I was spared physical punishment this time, I still felt very wronged. It was clearly about matters between men and women, yet my father dragged it into the affair of a royal concubine. Although I didn't fully understand what such deep longing between men and women was like, I dared not say it to my father's face, so I silently buried it in my heart, with no one to confide in.

After this little incident, I enjoyed reading the *Classic of Poetry* even more. Judging from my father's near-furious reaction, there must be similar verses in it, and I could find a small, fresh, and rebellious thrill in them. I firmly believed that the meaning of a poem like "Guan Ju" was perfectly clear, and Teacher Meng's interpretation was almost identical to my father's, making a perfectly good poem seem serious and heavy, which gradually made me dislike him.

Dissatisfied with those unreasonable and domineering teachings, I secretly wrote down my interpretations in a small notebook after reading each poem. I hid this notebook very well, never letting anyone see it, for it was my little secret, my own private little world.

Sure enough, before long, I had collected several poems about love between men and women, such as "Zheng Feng: Zhen Wei," "Zheng Feng: Qian Chang," and "Bei Feng: Jing Nu"... The girls in these poems think of men boldly and passionately, their emotions innocent and unrestrained, without any shyness or concealment, growing wildly and unbridled like weeds on a mountain!

However, what I couldn't understand was: would thinking of a man really warrant such intensity? What was it about men that so deeply attracted these girls? The answer probably lay with men themselves, but apart from my elderly teacher, Ms. Meng, there were only three sisters in my family's private school; there were no other young men. These questions couldn't be answered in the school.

The only young man we saw was Teacher Meng's good-for-nothing son, Meng Chao. He was quite handsome, but he idled away his days away, only coming to the school to find his father when he needed money. We should seize the opportunity to get to the bottom of this. Later, I read a poem from the *Zhaonan* section of the *Book of Songs*: "

In the wild lies a dead deer, wrapped in white reeds.

A young woman, yearning for love, is seduced by a handsome man.

In the forest grows tall trees, in the wild lies a dead deer. Purely

bound in white reeds, a woman as beautiful as jade.

Gently and gracefully, do not touch my sash, do not let the dog bark."

This poem is even more explicit than any of the poems I've collected before. It's about a strong man who catches a wild deer in the wild and, while carrying it down the mountain wrapped in white reeds, encounters a beautiful young woman and tries to seduce her… What confuses me most are the last three lines. Why does the woman say, "Take your time, don't panic! Don't move, don't take off my skirt! Don't startle the dog!" Are they doing something shameful, and doing it so furtively? This reminds me of my parents. They always sleep with the door closed at night, and none of the three sisters are allowed to enter their room. Are they doing something as shameful as in the poem? If so, it's really unfair of my father not to tell us about this intimate encounter! All these questions, like a fire in spring, ignited and burned fiercely in my throbbing young heart.

To my dismay, Teacher Meng's son hadn't shown up for half a month, so I had to turn my attention to the cook in my house.

The cook was a young woman in her late twenties, originally one of our many maids. Later, the government banned the hiring of maids, so my father had to dismiss them. However, the cook refused to leave—she had an unhappy marriage; her husband had died young from a strange illness, and she had nowhere to go if she left our house. My father, seeing that she was honest and hardworking, adopted her as his goddaughter and kept her in the house, mainly responsible for preparing breakfast and dinner for the family.

I figured that since she had been married, she must know about matters between men and women!

The opportunity finally came. One Sunday morning, my older sister and younger sister went to visit relatives at my uncle's house with my mother. This time, I didn't go—I had been brewing this secret plan for a long time.

No sooner had Mother left than I dashed into the kitchen to find the cook. She was squatting on the floor adding firewood to the stove—last night I had asked her to boil a big pot of water for me to bathe in this morning, and I had also asked her to buy me a scented soap from the supply and marketing cooperative. I wanted to have a nice, relaxing bath all by myself at home!

Seeing me sneak in, she raised her sweaty forehead and apologized, saying, "Second Miss, don't worry, the water won't be boiling for a while! I'll come and call you when it's ready..."—Although her status had changed from maid to cook, she still retained her old habit of calling us sisters "Miss." Father had told her to change it several times, but she hadn't been able to, so he had no choice but to let her continue.

My conscience was bothering me, and my face flushed instantly. I quickly shook my head and said, "No...no, it's not that. I just wanted to ask you something else..." I mustered my courage and blurted out all the questions about relationships that had been building up in my mind lately. "Sister, you have to tell me, why do men like women? And why do women miss men so much that they can't eat or sleep? Are they doing something shameful behind my back?..." After I rattled off my questions, the cook's eyes widened like saucers, and her face... Startled, she exclaimed, "Oh dear! My little miss, you'd better keep your voice down! What nonsense are you thinking about? Is this something a young lady can ask so casually? If I tell you, Master will be furious when he gets back, he'll definitely kick me out!" "Why can't a young lady ask these questions?" I pouted angrily. "Tell me, I won't tell anyone else, Father won't know! Just tell me, okay?!" I had to use a persistent, coquettish approach to get the desired effect, a tactic that had always worked before.

The cook knew I was incredibly stubborn, always wanting to get to the bottom of things, so she sighed helplessly, straightened up from the ground, and rubbed her aching back as she said, "This is something only married people need to know! It's not a good thing for a young lady to know too early, but you're all grown up now, a young woman, and engaged, so telling you won't hurt. But you have to promise me you won't tell the master, or he'll beat me to death if he gets angry!" She staggered to the kitchen door, leaned against the doorframe, and cautiously peeked into the yard before closing the door and coming back. Her two round, large breasts swayed in her clothes, making me both envious and jealous—why don't I have breasts as big as hers?

My mother had told me about my betrothal to the son of a landlord surnamed Yuan from a neighboring town since childhood. My older sister and younger sister had the same arrangement, but that wasn't what I was concerned about now—seeing that she had promised to tell me, I was already impatient and said eagerly, "Tell me quickly! I promise I won't tell Father, I promise... I promise, let's pinky swear, never to change for a hundred years!" I said mischievously, holding out my little finger to her.

The cook hooked her finger with mine, revealing a set of white teeth as she smiled:

"You! Still the same as always, mischievous and clever, haven't changed at all, unlike your sisters who are so composed. A young lady should be more reserved!" Although she was plain-looking, her smile was truly beautiful, almost like a charming flower. I thought that if a man saw her smile, he would definitely like her. She pulled over a long bench, took my hand, and sat down next to me, speaking softly in a pleasant tone.

"You three sisters are like caged canaries, waited on hand and foot. Even someone as proper as Madam probably hasn't had anyone tell you about the differences between men and women, has she?" She glanced at me and said. I quickly nodded; she was absolutely right—Mother never talked to us about these things, nor did she allow us to mention them. "Men and women are the same; they have ears, eyes, noses, mouths… They look similar to women, but have you noticed that there are still significant differences?" "I know that. Men grow beards! Father has one, Teacher Meng has one, but Mother doesn't, and neither do you. Children shouldn't be able to tell the difference, right?" I quickly replied. I did know that; I hadn't seen Meng Chao or my cousin with beards. Perhaps they weren't as old as Father yet; maybe they would grow them when they grew up.

"That's true, and it's not. That's just on the surface. The real difference is here and here!" The cook touched her ample chest and said, then placed her hand on her lower abdomen and pointed to the middle of her thigh. "The biggest difference is this place... the place where you pee... it's different. A man's is a stick, limp like a dead acorn or snake during the day, but at night it gets hard and swollen, six or seven inches long, as big as a sausage! About that size." She pointed to a string of smoked sausages hanging on the pillar.

"Wow! It's quite big, as thick as a child's arm!" I glanced at the dark sausages in surprise and said, "Such a big thing, it's really a waste that it can be hidden during the day. I don't have one!" I touched the flat genitals in the middle of my thigh and said dejectedly.

"So... only those with that thing are called men! I'm like you, I was born from the yin energy of heaven and earth, which is why I have this woman's body, so of course I'm different from men! We have different names too. We call it 'cunt' here, but men call it 'cock.' A cock has a fleshy sac at the base, containing two testicles the size of bird eggs!" "Really?! But... calling that 'cock' doesn't sound good at all! It's awful! The sausage-like shape is also quite ugly, like a mismatched stone pestle, nothing like our women's genitals, which are so lovely." I tried hard to recall what my genitals looked like, searching for the right words to describe them. "Although it lacks that stick-like thing, it's as tender and plump as the opening of a clam. My sister once opened it for me to see, and inside it was pink like a flower, so cute! Don't you think so?" "Yes! Yes! Yes! Indeed!" "It's much better looking than a man's," the cook agreed, laughing so hard she almost shook her head. "A man's penis may be ugly, but if there were no men in this world, there would be no human life, and women would miss out on so much fun! ...You'll find out after you get married that besides you having to call him 'husband' and him 'wife,' he'll also have to put that big penis inside your vagina and make you give birth!" I was shocked and said nervously, "Such a big thing has to be stuffed inside? Wouldn't that hurt like hell? How can I have children? Who decided this ridiculous thing?! It's so inhumane! Forget it, I don't want to get married!" The cook burst out laughing, her mouth agape. "Blame Nuwa! Originally, there were no men or women in the world. Who made her create a man and a woman? And then make them live together..." "This was all her doing. Think about it, back then people didn't even know how to build houses. A man and a woman lived in a cave, without any clothes—not even cloth. They could only use leaves as clothing to protect themselves from the cold and heat, so pitiful! But back then, they probably didn't know that they were going to insert that penis into the vagina. They wouldn't have thought it strange to look at each other's genitals. Maybe they were huddled together for warmth in the cold winter, and that's how the penis accidentally touched the vagina. They found it strangely comfortable upon contact, so they rubbed it a few more times. Unexpectedly, the head of the penis went inside. This must have startled them both. When they came to their senses, the man probably thought there must be a bottom inside the vagina, so he forcefully pushed the penis inside, wanting to explore. But with this force, the woman felt an itch inside her vagina." She felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation and clung tightly to the man, unwilling to let go. The man felt the same way, experiencing a surge of vaginal fluid, a slippery, itchy sensation that made him forget his initial purpose of exploring the root of the problem. He began thrusting back and forth, pursuing only the intensely itchy and tingling pleasure, and before he knew it, he couldn't stop until he ejaculated his white semen inside her. The semen, once inside the woman's body, grew into a fetus, and that's how human life has continued to this day..." I suddenly remembered the young, strong hunter and the beautiful young woman described in the poem "There is a Dead Deer in the Wild" from the Book of Songs, and interrupted her, saying, "That's right, that's right. There's a poem in the Book of Songs that says a woman tells a man to be slow and not to rush. That must be referring to this. So, according to you, this is how a man and a woman's good time begins, right?" Everything she said seemed so reasonable that I couldn't help but believe it.

"Silly girl, you believe such a thing? I just made it all up. Nuwa is just an ancient legend; it might not even be true..." the cook said with a smile. Seeing the fire in the stove was about to go out, she added some more firewood and continued, "I didn't know about this when I first got married. When it came to that part, it was the time when the 'meat-snout country' was inserted into my vagina, and it almost killed me with pain!" "Then...didn't you just say it was itchy and numb, and very comfortable? How did it start to hurt?" I asked, puzzled. This was clearly a jumble of words!

"You wouldn't believe it, my nemesis's penis was way bigger than a sausage, and he had no mercy on me. He didn't know that a virgin's thing is like a flower bud that hasn't opened yet, that the vaginal fluids haven't fully flowed out, that the vagina is still dry and tight, and he just barged right in. Imagine, something so big filling the vaginal opening, no wonder it hurts!" She frowned tightly, as if still immersed in the pain of that moment, and it took a while for her brows to slowly relax. "But it only happened once, and then it gradually got better. A big penis has its own kind of big..." "The benefits of a penis are indescribable. Perhaps this is what the saying 'after hardship comes happiness' means. When that bastard was alive, I wouldn't forgive him if he didn't have sex with me once or twice a day!" "That's interesting. It makes me want to try the taste of that penis too." His words made my vagina itch uncontrollably. However, I was still a little worried that I wouldn't be able to bear the pain. "Is it only big penises that feel good? Small penises are the same, right?" I asked anxiously. As long as it feels good, a small one doesn't matter.

"I don't know about that. I've only been with one man, so I don't know if the smaller ones are just as pleasurable," the cook said, shaking her head. She glanced at me and said, "Are you worried the bigger one will hurt you? Well, of course, the bigger it is, the more it hurts. But you have to understand, we women's parts are very soft, with many folds of flesh inside. We long for that penis to touch them, and every place it touches is incredibly pleasurable. If a man's penis is too short, there are places it can't reach, so he probably won't be able to experience complete pleasure—so, a big and long penis is much better. If it's as hard as an iron rod, then..." "Even better! That way, your pussy will be filled. Then the man will be unable to resist thrusting wildly. You must grit your teeth and endure it. After a while, your pussy will feel hot and itchy, like you can't give birth, but you can't die either. That's when you've truly tasted the pleasure between husband and wife!" Hearing the cook's words, I immediately felt a slight wriggling in my vagina, and the itching became even more unbearable. It seemed as if some fluid was leaking out. I stood up awkwardly and said, "Sister, the water is boiling. I'll go back inside first. Please dilute it with cold water and bring it in!" As soon as I finished speaking, I hurriedly fled from the kitchen.

[The End]

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