Mu Yunhan didn't say much. He invited Meng Jia to the flower hall where he was waiting for guests. He simply made a pot of tea and handed it over: "Drink."
This is too perfunctory!
Meng Jia's eyes widened, and when he saw Mu Yunhan's half-smiling expression, he held back again, lowering his head and pretending to be pitiful: "But there are no flowers or incense, and this tea set doesn't look good..."
This attitude is barely acceptable, but Mu Yunhan does not intend to spoil him: "It is indeed a bit rushed, but I have urgent matters to deal with later. Otherwise, Mr. Meng can wait until I finish the work and come back?"
From now on, instead of her coming to serve, Meng Jia will come by himself! And she will have to wait until she is free before she can continue to receive him!
Meng Jia and Thirteenth Niang both understood. Meng Jia raised his thick eyebrows and scratched his neck in anger.
Thirteenth Mother smiled quickly and said: "There are no flowers, no incense, and it doesn't matter if the tea set doesn't look good. The main thing is the tea soup, right?"
As he spoke, he winked at Meng Jia frequently, meaning haven't he suffered enough pain these days?
Meng Jia swallowed his anger and looked at the dark teapot with a chipped lid in disgust, then at the bland tea cup that could be bought for just a few dollars, and drank the tea with his eyes closed.
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After drinking it, I felt all over the body. I asked in a good mood, "I just saw a group of people standing in the yard outside your house. Do you want me to send them away to you?"
Mu Yunhan knew that he was talking about Zhao Lizheng's family, so he smiled and said: "No need, the young master helped me a lot yesterday, otherwise Lieutenant Cao County would be really difficult to deal with."
Meng Jia was very sorry, but did not dare to force it. He stood up and said: "Don't worry, I will handle the matter with the surname Cao for you without leaving any further trouble."
Mu Yunhan thanked him and was about to see the guest off: "I still have something to do, so I won't keep the young master here."
Meng Jia rolled his eyes and walked into the main room: "I'm going to say goodbye to Aunt Mu."
Mu Yunhan was sure that he would not become a monster again, so he went to the outer courtyard.
Meng Jia said a few words to Madam Mu, stood up and was about to leave, then said "Ouch" and held her forehead while shaking.
Mrs. Mu Er was frightened: "What's going on?"
"Aunt Mu, I'm so dizzy, I can't help anymore...ah..." Meng Jia pretended to be pitiful, tilted her head, and fell to the ground. Her acting skills were as exaggerated as she wanted them to be.
Mrs. Mu Er's face turned pale, thinking that Mu Yunhan's tea soup was poisoned to death, so she hurriedly asked people to lift Meng Jia and put her on the couch, making preparations to call a doctor.
Thirteenth Niang was very speechless and said helplessly: "Actually, the young master just drank medicine and became sleepy. Just take a nap and you'll be fine."
Looking at Meng Jia again, he was already sleeping on all fours and unconscious.
The Thirteenth Mother shamefully saluted the Second Lady Mu: "My young master is ill, please don't worry about it...I will find someone to carry him back, but the coachman and other entourage have gone back and need to find someone to deliver the message."
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Madam Mu Er sighed: "That's all, let him sleep here for a while."
Isn't it just to lend him a couch to rest for a while?
It’s okay if we haven’t met our old friend, the son of our savior. Now that we have met, how could we act so heartlessly?
He finally figured out that Mu Yunhan, that hard-hearted girl, had a soft, kind and amiable mother, and she seemed to be quite filial. If she pleases the old man, he is not afraid that the girl will turn against him and stop treating him in the future.
He tried his best to get close to the old man many times, and Meng Jia fell asleep safely and boldly. (To be continued)