Meng Fan said frankly: "Yes, your master is a really capable person, unlike those group of liars who only know how to cheat money from my family."
I reproached: "You should have explained the situation clearly at that time. At least I can help you ask why you need to postpone it until today."
Meng Fan said awkwardly: "I already caused trouble to Master Lingxi during the Chinese New Year. I didn't dare to speak out for fear of causing you to be scolded."
"The evil spirit has not yet been removed from your body, and you still have to rely on your master's help. You said that if I caused you to be driven back to Taoshan Village, if something happened to you, how would you give me peace of mind for the rest of my life?"
"I can't ignore you just because I want to survive, right? How can any brother do that?"
A warm current surged from the bottom of my heart, and I was moved and said, "You still have some conscience, so it won't be in vain for me to help you in heaven and earth during the Chinese New Year."
"It's just..." I changed my tone and deliberately teased Meng Fan: "Now that you're asking me for help, aren't you afraid that my master will punish me?"
Meng Fan explained honestly: "I can't delay it any longer. My dad has been urging me to ask you for help, so he just got down on his knees and begged me."
"You said there is no one in the world who would kneel down to his son, hey..."
Meng Fan seemed to be crying, and his voice became dull as he said, "I'm sorry, Ning Zi, I'm really at my wits end."
"Well, I don't blame you. My master is not as scary as you think. She is very good to me." I comforted Meng Fan and said, "It's really inconvenient for me to go out, but you can come over."
"Really?" Meng Fan said in surprise: "Then what gift should I bring to your door? What does Master Lingxi like?"
I thought about it seriously and said, "My Aunt Jingyue blew up the microwave in the kitchen. If you are sincere enough, buy a new one and bring it over."
"By the way, there is a pastry shop on South Street. My chef likes to eat the mille-feuille cake."
"Okay, my dear brother, if you please, I'll be here right away." Meng Fan hung up the phone anxiously.
I held my phone and thought for a while, then put on my clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Meng Fan will arrive around noon. Before that, I have to explain the reason to Lingxi.
"Good morning, Brother Suning."
Xiao Yu'er was cleaning in the living room. When she saw me coming down, she greeted me with a smile and asked me, "Sister Lingxi is cooking noodles. Do you want a bowl?"
"What?" I thought I heard wrongly, so I quickly stretched my head and looked towards the kitchen, and said in surprise: "My master is making breakfast?"
"Well, it tastes very good." Xiao Yu'er pointed at Du Qirui who was walking in the yard and said, "Elder Du just ate a bowl and said it's rare to taste it in this world."
"Well, I'm still a little sleepy. Let's go upstairs and catch up on some sleep." I ran upstairs without looking back, my heart almost beating out of my chest.
How many times does this happen in this world? Why do these words sound so familiar?
I remember the last time Lingxi cooked fried poached eggs, Tieshan commented the same way after eating them.
Regardless of whether the taste is really good or fake, I dare not try it.
The fried egg nightmare is still fresh in my mind from yesterday.
"Hey, Suning, are you up?" Lingxi's voice sounded in my ears.
I stood at the stairs of the living room and staggered, almost falling to my knees on the ground.
"Master, master." I turned around with numb scalp and forced out a bright smile.
"What a coincidence. The master has cooked your favorite egg noodles. Come and try the master's cooking." Lingxi waved to me.
I grabbed the armrest and couldn't move an inch, and said with a silly smile: "I had a full meal last night, but now I don't seem too hungry."
"That's not okay, you have to eat breakfast." Lingxi said with a tough attitude: "Quick, wait on the sofa, I'll ask Qinghe to bring it out."