Gu Fenglin raised his eyebrows and stared at Mu Yunhan silently.
This was the first time that Mu Yunhan spoke to him in a commanding tone. Seeing him like this, he knew that he was not used to it, but he had no intention of giving in. Instead, he said more forcefully: "Eat while it's hot, drink tea after eating, and then
I still need to take medicine, I have already told grandma to reduce the portion by half."
She told him clearly that she knew everything.
Gu Fenglin pursed his lips slightly, with a bit of annoyance in his eyes, and stubbornly stared at the porridge bowl without touching it.
Mu Yunhan simply told him: "Don't think about causing trouble to grandma or uncle in the future. They are doing it for your own good."
The sweet sweet potato porridge, with a faint smell of blood, feels warm against the lips, causing saliva to gush out like a fountain, and there is like a hook in the stomach, forcing people to crazily want to eat all the bowl of porridge.
Gu Fenglin looked at Mu Yunhan fiercely, opened his mouth and ate the bowl of porridge viciously.
Seeing that he seemed to have a grudge against Congee, Mu Yunhan couldn't help but smile: "Do you want more?"
Gu Fenglin said nothing, took the bowl angrily, and went to serve the porridge himself.
Mu Yunhan ignored him and went to boil water to make tea.
Gu Fenglin ate another bowl of porridge with his back to her. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and didn't move. He kept his back to her from the beginning to the end, making no sound, turning his head or moving.
Damn you, you got angry with her because of a bet. What a stingy man.
Mu Yunhan raised the corners of his lips, quickly brewed the tea and poured it into the cup: "Master, it's time for tea."
Gu Fenglin stared ahead, motionless.
Mu Yunhan sat for a moment, pretended to push the silver pot, shouted "Ouch", and pinched his fingers to pretend to be burned.
As expected, Gu Fenglin turned around quickly and grabbed her finger, with a look of urgency on his face.
"Don't be angry, I like you." Mu Yunhan quickly pecked him on the lips, held his hand and smiled.
Gu Fenglin sighed, held her hand in front of the lamp, took out the ointment and applied it gently on the wound on her fingertip.
After applying it, he lowered his head, kissed her fingertips like a feather caressing her fingertips, quickly let go, turned around and drank the tea in one gulp.
The charcoal fire in the small red clay stove gradually extinguished and the last drop of the tea soup was drunk. Gu Fenglin picked up the bamboo stick and wrote on the sand tray: "My surname is Gu and I come from Lanjing."
He finally admitted his identity to her.
He is a descendant of the Gu family in Lanjing.
Up to now, it was basically an open secret that Mu Yunhan nourished him with blood and treated his diseases. She didn't think it was necessary to continue to hide it.
Therefore, she immediately confirmed: "Are you a child of the priest family?"
Gu Fenglin lowered his eyes and looked at her, his dark eyes full of sadness. After a while, he nodded lightly.
Even though he had suspected it for a long time, at this moment, Mu Yunhan was still in a daze.
She thought about many things in one moment, and each one of them made her afraid to think too much.
She took a deep breath and asked softly: "I heard that the Gu family of Lanjing, because of their special bloodline, will never allow their children to live anywhere except Lanjing. Why are you here?"
Gu Fenglin pursed his lips tightly and looked away. He didn't want to answer this question.
Mu Yunhan noticed his resistance, put aside the question for the time being, and asked again: "Are you a side branch or a direct branch?"
In fact, she wanted to ask what his relationship was with Gu Yilan.
But in her current status, it is impossible for a little village girl to know the real name of the high priest.
Gu Fenglin still didn't answer her question, but looked directly into her eyes.
This time, Mu Yunhan avoided his eyes, and she felt like she had nowhere to hide from him. (To be continued)