In the wing room, across a table, Ji Zimo played with the electric baton in his hand. His expression was serious and focused as he turned it on and off.

Xia Qianqian laid her hands on the table and stared at him.

I have to say that some people really rely on their appearance to survive.

This boy's appearance happened to match her aesthetics. His stern side face had clear lines, and his long eyelashes looked as thick and curled as if he had used mascara.

Xia Qianqian imagined in her mind how beautiful he would be if he changed into women's clothes.

If it were placed in modern times, if she put on a cross-dressing show for him, or broadcast it live on Douyin, it would definitely become a hit and become the number one hot search list.

When I think of the scenes of fans waving highlighters and the whole audience screaming, the live broadcast room was overflowing with carnival gifts, and the little hearts sent by countless people.

Xia Qianqian held her chin up and smiled silly, her eyes filled with excitement.

Ji Zimo noticed something was wrong, and looked sideways at her silly smile, with disgust in her eyes, "You're smiling silly."

"I am stupid to begin with. Everyone calls me a silly girl. I just love to laugh stupidly."

She was unconvinced and tilted her head, still looking at him with a silly smile.

It’s not certain who is stupid.

Look, you are looking at an electric baton over and over again.

Don’t you understand how it works?

I don’t know why it is charged.

I know. It’s a pity that I just won’t tell you.

I just like you ancient people, you have never seen the world and you look silly.

She was feeling proud, but her stomach was not at the right time, "gurgling" and making random noises.

The room was already quiet, but the bowel sounds became increasingly loud.

This...

What a large social death scene!

Xia Qianqian spread her hands in embarrassment, "I'm hungry."

Are you not hungry?

Ancient meals didn't have much oil and water, and her body was still in the growth and development stage, so it was consumed quickly.

It's already afternoon, so naturally my stomach is empty.

She leaned her head in front of Ji Zimo, "Seeing that it's time for dinner, won't you take care of the food for me?"

Ji Zimo: "..." Do you still have to take care of the food?

Seeing his confused look, Xia Qianqian became convinced. Now she was not happy about it.

"From now on, I will be yours."

With a serious look on her face, she clasped her fingers and began to calculate, "From now on, I will have to diagnose your pulse, test your poison, and nurse you back to health. Is it possible that someone who holds such an important responsibility will starve me to death?"

Ji Zimo looked at her coldly and said, "After you leave the gate, there are pubs and restaurants on the opposite street. You can eat as you like."

What can you eat casually?

Cancer of straight men in ancient times.

No wonder there is no woman beside you.

Xia Qianqian's face sank and she curled her lips and said, "I'm hungry and can't walk anymore."

Wouldn't it cost money to go to a restaurant to eat?

She spent more than an hour knitting a backpack and only managed to get a few pennies.

"I want to eat here." She relied on him today.

She straightened her back, looked serious, and reminded: "Not just today, but in the future, if I diagnose your pulse and make medicines, and it's meal time, you, as the employer, must take care of my meals."

What a weird request.

Ji Zimo didn't know what was going on in her head all day long. After a moment of silence, she ordered: "Xiao Yong, set the table."

After half a stick of incense, two boys came in carrying two trays.

Xia Qianqian was so hungry that she was so anxious that she waved her hand, "Quickly, put it here with me."

She stood up and diligently helped arrange the dishes.

On the table, four dishes and one soup.

Braised chicken legs with chestnuts, pan-fried yellow croaker, stir-fried beef, vegetarian stir-fried green bamboo shoots, corn beef soup, the dishes are bright and fragrant.

They are all good dishes.

Staying for dinner was her wisest choice.

She picked up her chopsticks and was about to eat, but the person opposite was sitting at the table, staring at her, motionless.

As the master, how could he be so polite?

Xia Qianqian put the chopsticks in his hand into his hand and warned: "You must be hungry too, you're welcome, let's eat together."

He gave the chopsticks to Ji Zimo. She didn't have chopsticks on hand, so she casually ordered: "Please bring me another pair of chopsticks."

The room suddenly fell into silence.

The boys in green clothes, you look at me, I look at you, they all lowered their heads and remained motionless.

"How come you people..."

Before she finished speaking, two boys appeared at the door again.

One person places a small low table in the corner with a small stool next to it.

Another person took down a bowl of noodles and a pair of chopsticks from the tray in his hand, and placed them.

Xia Qianqian glanced at the table over there, then at the four dishes and one soup here, and instantly understood the whole story.

The smile on her face froze instantly.

It’s another large-scale social death scene!

The evil old society.

The evil class hierarchy.

She was a little frustrated.

Okay!

In this round, the ancients won and evened the game.

She shut up, consciously came to the wall, sat on a small stool, and looked at the food on the big table with resentful eyes.

Those things don't belong to her.

Those things will belong to her sooner or later.

She put away her depressed mood, picked up the chopsticks, picked out the top and noodle, and put it into her mouth.

The noodles are chewy and the broth is rich in flavor. Take a sip of the hot soup and your lips and teeth will be fragrant.

Delicious food can temporarily make her forget all her worries.

“It’s so delicious!”

She took a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of soup and started to enjoy it.

The afternoon sun shines in through the window, and her little face is filled with a layer of golden color, which inexplicably adds a bit of unique beauty.

Ji Zimo held her chopsticks and tasted a piece of beef slices. The beef was rich in flavor, but it was not as good as the bite of noodles in her bowl.

With a look, Xiao Yong saw this, hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the plate of beef, and put it on the small table, "This is given to you by the young master."

Grant?

Bah! This word is really offensive.

However, who allowed her to live in ancient times.

"Thanks!"

Xia Qianqian raised her eyebrows at Ji Zimo, then buried her head, eating a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of meat until her forehead was sweating and her mouth was full of oil.

After a while, the bottom of the big bowl of noodles was gone.

After eating and drinking enough, Xia Qianqian no longer wants to stay here for another minute.

She stood up to leave, but Ji Zimo stopped her, "Do you think Zhang Dakui is someone who colluded with the bandits?"

If you ask me this question, would it be better to torture Zhang Dakui to extract a confession?

Xia Qianqian smiled and said, "For money, there is nothing he can't do!"

"What about you?"
To be continued...