Nongmen Xiaofunu’s food guide

Song Yue slept deeply this time, and she was still confused when she woke up.

He didn't remember at all that when he was sick and confused, he used several props and charms to find Xie Zhijie's room, climbed onto the bed, shed a few tears, and mumbled a few confused words.

She felt that the top of this canopy bed was very different from the one she slept on.

Just blinked twice.

Suddenly Ding Xiang came over to look at her. As soon as the master and servant's eyes met, the little maid immediately burst into laughter and said in surprise: "Girl, you are finally awake!!"

Song Yue was still a little confused. When she wanted to speak, she realized that her mouth was a little dry and her skin was peeling. She turned around and saw that this was really not her room.

correct.

She was playing chess at Xie Zhijie's house and stayed overnight at his house.

But this isn't the room assigned to her, is it?

Ding Xiang hurriedly went to bring tea. When she saw Song Yue looking around, she snickered and said, "Master Xie just went to wash up. You dragged him all night and didn't want to let go until this morning. He will go wash up now and come back later." It’s up to you.”

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Song Yue was stunned. After hitting the key words in her mind, several pictures flashed through her mind.

She recalled it instantly.

It’s better to forget it! !

Although I wanted to be like an ostrich in my heart, I pretended to be extremely calm on the outside.

Ding Xiang served her master some fragrant tea, then twisted her handkerchief to wipe her face. Seeing her master's calm expression, she couldn't help but sigh that he was so awesome!

There are probably not many girls in the world who are as courageous as her. Anyone else would be embarrassed to death.

Ding Xiang also comforted Song Yue, "Steward An came here this morning and asked you when you were going back. I know you are sick, but you are worried. I would like to thank you for letting him go about his business first. I told you to stay here to recuperate." OK."

I was afraid that she would catch the cold again on the way back.

After yesterday's rain, the temperature dropped sharply, so everyone put on thick clothes today.

Ding Xiang is also wearing a jacket given by An Jin. An Jin is just afraid of being cold to the two of them, so it's no wonder that he can be a steward. He is really thoughtful in handling things.

Even the little maid was taken into consideration.

Ding Xiang still felt warm in her heart. This new master's family was really nice.

Song Yue nodded to express her understanding, "Then we will stay for a few days. Let An Jin take care of the tiger cub and buy some raw chickens to feed, the kind that have been plucked."

After moving to a new home, the tiger cub either plays in the backyard or goes to a small space by himself.

It is very comfortable on its own.

There is a tiger in the house, and the new servants are frightened.

An Jin often praised the tiger cub, which really saved him trouble and made it easier to discipline his servants.

Ding Xiang asked her to relax, "Manager An is so considerate in everything he does, he will definitely not wrong the tiger cub!"

This is true.

Song Yue simply stayed here. It turned out that she slept with Xie Zhijie last night. No wonder she slept so well. She just muttered a few words and sighed.

Ding Xiang had a sharp ear and immediately pursed her lips and joked: "Girl, are you sick? Why don't you fall asleep if you have a high fever?"

Song Yue's face went numb.

You don't make fun of your master like this! !

When Xie Zhijie came in, he saw Song Yue awake and Ding Xiang making her laugh.

This maid is pretty good. He remembered that the old doctor asked the people around him to comfort Song Yue, it was indeed good to have Ding Xiang around.

Xie Zhijie went over and sat on the wooden bench next to Song Yue. He had been sitting here since midnight last night, letting Song Yue hold his hand. If she didn't let go of him, it would be hard for him to really share the same bed with her. Pillow, what would it sound like if it was spread out?

You must know that the reputation of the girl's family is the most important thing, and he cannot take advantage of her while she is sick.

Xie Zhijie was still a little embarrassed, but his tone was very gentle, and he was concerned about her health, "Do you have an appetite to eat something?"

Although Song Yue felt embarrassed, but when she thought about the other party being 381, what kind of ghost had she not seen before? So he gradually became calmer and calmer.

She also smiled and nodded, and said very frankly: "Yes, I'm hungry."

Xie Zhijie and Ding Xiang both laughed.

Ding Xiang couldn't help but give her a high-five and said, "That's great. It's a good thing to have an appetite. Only when you're full can you stay healthy!"

It is also a coincidence.

Xie Zhijie just wanted to ask for breakfast.

Qingzhu led someone to bring lunch in. He was relieved when he saw that Song Yue had woken up. "Young lady is finally awake. My young master asked the cooks to prepare some light and delicious breakfast. Can the young lady eat some? And the young master." I like the fish fillet porridge!”

The other maids and ladies put away the dishes in the same manner.

Although everyone was surprised, they were all reliable slaves and naturally they would not gossip.

Moreover, Qingzhu made it clear early on that Miss Song only had fever nightmares and sleepwalking in the middle of the night, and their servants would never talk about their master.

The maid put the dishes away and quickly left without putting any pressure on Song Yue, so she happily enjoyed her breakfast.

If she eats enough, drinks enough, and sweats, the disease will probably be cured. Who made her feel better?

Although I am sick, I will recover quickly.

Xie Zhijie also played chess with Song Yue, and even smiled and said he envied her, "If I were cold, I would have to work hard for three to five months."

He said that he felt groggy during this period and always had some messy dreams.

But I don’t quite remember what it was.

Song Yue's fingers paused while playing chess, then he dropped the black stone and asked casually: "If you are sick, you always dream? What dreams did you have? Can't you remember anything? Can you tell me? explain?"

Xie Zhijie became really interested when he saw this, and chatted with her while playing chess, "I really don't remember. I just know that the dream was very long and messy. I forgot it all as soon as I woke up. I really had to rack my brains to recall it, and I could only think of a few." A picture, or some strange patterns, I even drew them for this."

He said it easily.

Song Yue's breathing was almost out of control. She said with a smile, "Can you show me then?"

Xie Zhijie was really willing. He smiled lightly and said, "If it were someone else, I would definitely not be willing to do it. But if it were you, I would be happy to show it to you."

He said and asked Qingzhu to bring him some scrolls, but refused to let Qingzhu keep them.

Then he handed it to Song Yue.

Song Yue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "You can't even look at Qingzhu? I'm really honored."

The corners of her mouth were almost grinning.

When Xie Zhijie saw her happy, the feeling of pity for her in his heart subsided a little.

The moment Song Yue opened the scroll, his hands almost trembled and he forgot to breathe. He held his breath for two or three seconds before he came back to his senses and tried to breathe. There was actually an airplane painted in the scroll, but it was not a close-up view, but the one seen from below. , there is white smoke behind it, drawing a very long airplane line.

There was also the small room where she used to work as a hotel owner. There was only an old iron frame bed and a bedside table. It was very small and the lights were very dim.

Seeing that her expression was different, Xie Zhijie still felt a little awkward and asked, "Miss Song also thinks these things are weird? Even that room is weird. Unlike the residence of our dynasty, this lamp is still mounted on the wall."