When she closed her eyes, Qing Huan thought she would suffer from insomnia, but she slept so well that she didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning the next day.
The "stubborn boy" got up by himself, put on his clothes and combed his hair. When the maid came in with hot water and saw that Qing Huan had done it by herself, there was no difference or surprise in her eyes. Qing Huan looked at the few secretly.
As a girl, I just feel more confident.
Wring out the water again, he shook off the scarf and covered his face. After a few breaths, he took it off, turned over, wiped his face and hands, and threw the scarf into the basin.
The somewhat scalding heat caused a bright trace to form in the corners of his eyes. His eye sockets were warm and his complexion was white and pink. Looking at it, it seemed that the young man seemed to be in love. His charming grace made people unable to take their eyes away.
Qing Huan's eyes searched for the decorations in the room, she tapped her palms with her fingers, looked at the maids who were doing things with their mouths closed, and said in a clear voice: "Where is my folding fan?"
His tone was a bit doubtful. He looked at his empty hands and touched his waist and chest, but there was still nothing. He frowned and thought hard for a long time, then asked to himself: "Did I get a folding fan when I came back last night?"
?My favorite one..., or where did I leave it?"
The young man knocked his head in annoyance. He really couldn't remember this incident.
While Qing was happily thinking about where she had lost the folding fan, a hoarse and rough voice came from the square table in the outer hall: "Master, the meal in the kitchen is ready. What we are cooking today is your favorite whitebait millet."
The porridge is very fragrant, and there are also meat buns with pickles and sauce made by Master Wang, but when it comes to rice, Master Qingjiu has used three or four of them..."
"Master! Are you okay? The master asked you to eat quickly and go to his place."
The voice was obviously that of a teenager. It might be due to the period of voice change. The voice was a bit unpleasant, but it made Qing Huan smile.
It seems that the person who is most familiar with Tu Qiansu is here!
Qing Huan responded and waved her hand for the maid to take the dirty clothes out. Then she frowned and said angrily: "Dad, what did he ask me to come over for? I just got up and I haven't eaten yet. Doesn't he know?"
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With that said, Qing Huan followed the maid out of the room.
The young man was placing food, bowls and chopsticks at the table. He said without raising his head: "Didn't I tell you to go back when you are full? And I must want to give you something good. Isn't Master Qingjiu here?"
Really? I will definitely give you money to entertain Master Qingjiu."
The boy who looked like a young boy was obviously very familiar with Tu Qiansu, maybe he had followed him since he was a child. He was not as unfamiliar and respectful as others treated Tu Qiansu, but he obviously served Tu Qiansu well.
Qing Huan sat down at the main seat, looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, picked up her chopsticks, paused and said, "What's wrong with your throat? If you're sick, you have to go see a doctor."
Qing Huan's words were obviously a test, because he knew what the symptoms were.
The boy picked up a steamed bun with clean chopsticks and put it on the plate in front of Qing Huan. He said in a helpless tone, "I told you it's okay. It's because I've grown up. I've already seen the doctor."
The boy is the son of the steward in the Tufu, Tu Heping, and Tu Qiansu have been playing together since they were naked. Of course they know the special situation of the young master in front of him, and for some unknown reason, Tu Qiansu's voice is basically the same when the voice change period comes.
There has been no change in his voice, so he has such a good voice. The clearer the voice, the more gorgeous it is. If someone who is not very familiar with Tu Qiansu speaks, he will probably feel weak in the legs and heart. It is really beautiful.
After serving Qing Huan, the boy straightened up and looked at Qing Huan's clothes to see if there was anything inappropriate. After finding that there was nothing wrong, he nodded, looked at the empty waist of the young man with sharp eyes, and walked inside with ease.
, while walking, he said, "Master, which folding fan should I use today?"
Qing Huan, who was putting a pickle bun in his mouth, said: "..."
"Choose the one that suits me best today." I bit off half of it in one bite. The fresh and slightly salty taste spread on the tip of my tongue. Coupled with the tender meat and the extremely fragrant sauce, Qing
While Huan was eating and drinking porridge, he was still thinking about whether he should find time to go to the kitchen and learn from his master.
After eating the last bite, he picked up another bun. He abandoned the spoon with his other hand and took two sips from the bowl. He felt good. No wonder Qingjiu had such a good appetite early in the morning.
Qing Huan, who knows how to be humble, feels that this cooking skill is not just a little bit better than hers!
But who would have known that Tu Qiansu was famous for his food in his mouth, and Lin Wu was also known to be in poor health, so it should be delicious. He was so weak that he didn't take more than two bites, so what if he burped?
Tu Qiansu was a pampered child. He only picked out the best food. His body was delicate and expensive, and it was not to his taste. He would rather starve to death than eat. He forced his mouth to open and stuffed it in. It was like taking some medicine that could turn your intestines and stomach.
I can spit it out.
This really broke Tu Shihong's heart. In order to satisfy Tu Qiansu's appetite, Tu Shihong went to great lengths to find a good cook, and his hair was a few grayer than that of his peers.
Moreover, it was obviously Tu Qiansu's fault, but when it spread to the outside world, it turned out that Tu Shihong couldn't see Lin Yue's kindness, and the sick girl seemed to be relying on him, and she was healed quickly.
Although Tu Shihong was so anxious that he wanted to explain that this was not the case at all, but in the eyes of anyone he fell into, Tu Shihong would be despised and secretly cursed at his wickedness.
Lin Yue's eyes turned red when he saw Tu Shihong like this. The hatred of killing his parents and seizing his wife was nothing more than this!
He was so cruel that he would not even let go of his only surviving child or his sick daughter. This was simply killing people and whole families.
Lin Yue was injured in his early years. Except for Lin Wu, he would never have any more children. What's more, Lin Yue had a deep affection for his deceased wife, and he also loved and valued Lin Wu very much. He didn't seem to want to marry his stepwife, so the Lin family
Among all the people in the house, only Lin Yue and his sick daughter Lin Wu were left.
Lin Wu's illness was very tortured. He usually had to coax him to eat for a long time, and the food was carefully prepared by several top chefs. But at this time, Tu Shihong directly stood up and said that he would eat the top chefs' food.
If you give it to me, doesn't this mean that Lin Wu is not allowed to eat good food?
Without good food, Lin Wu's illness will become more serious. If it becomes more serious, he may die in a few days. If Lin Wu dies and Lin Yue loses hope, he may also seek death. If he seeks death, won't the Lin Mansion catch everyone in one fell swoop?
Is it smooth and smooth?
Therefore, Tu Shihong's vicious thoughts and ruthless actions are simply breathtaking!