"Hungry?"

Zilian looked at me and asked.

"Hungry, hungry, hungry, little fish are so hungry."

I smiled and nodded at him.

"If you're hungry, then you can come over and have some breakfast!"

"Master Xiexie!"

I jumped out of bed, ran to the table, and sat down across from him. Reaching out and picking up the rice bowl on the table, the edge of the bowl was hot, and it really felt a little hot in this summer. The hand that had just touched the edge of the bowl quickly retracted again.

"It's hot, it's hot."

I put my hands in front of my mouth and blew hard.

On weekdays, the white and tender little hands were instantly scalded into red pig's trotters by that nasty porridge bowl.

"Woooooooo Master, Xiao Yu's hand is broken. ”

I looked up at him with teary eyes.

I saw Zilian frowning slightly, the corners of her mouth twitched, she stood up and left the table, turned around and walked to the side of the bed, took out the burden left in the corner of the bed and turned it over and over. After that, he walked up to me with a gloomy face and sat down next to me.

"Master."

Looking at him now, he seems to be a little unhappy. I glanced at him and whispered to him.

"Hmm!"

He answered me anyway. Reached over and grabbed my wrist and pulled me in front of him.

"It's so careless to eat breakfast, what should I do with you as a teacher?"

As he spoke, he sighed softly, as if he was a little helpless.

I was a little too weak to speak, so I just watched him quietly.

"Give your hands some medicine first, be careful not to move."

"Hmm."

I obediently answered, and put my scalded little hand in his palm. I felt a little cocoon from his fingers that had held the sword for many years, gently grinding against my scalded hand.

In an instant, a coolness seeped from the hand into the palm, and the hand, which was extremely painful just now, suddenly felt no more pain.

"Master, this medicine is so powerful!"

Looking at the swollen quilt, the skin seemed smoother and fairer than before, and I couldn't help but praise it loudly.

"Alright, let's have breakfast soon!"

He tucked his waist into his cuffs, turned around and walked back to sit across from me.

"Haode, Master."

I said happily. A chopstick picks up the millet porridge in the bowl and sends it to the mouth, the taste is quite good, sweet and glutinous, almost no need to chew with teeth, as soon as it is sent to the mouth, it flows into the stomach by itself.

I swallowed a mouthful of white rice porridge and couldn't help but look up at Zilian again. His eating movements are very elegant, he chews carefully without hurry, and only eats a little bit of each bite, which looks good in his eyes.

Compared to him, my eating appearance is a bit fierce and terrifying.

Ahem, I don't know if he saw the gobbling look I just had. I slowly slowed down, and my eyes began to sneak at him again, and when I saw that his eating movements stopped, and my eyes wanted to glance at him, I quickly picked up the porridge bowl again, and began to eat and swallow violently.

It wasn't until I had eaten all the porridge in the bowl that I had the courage to look at him again, "Master, didn't you sleep in this room last night?" ”

"Nope."

He put the bowl down in his hand and replied.

"Oh!"

No wonder, no wonder when Botai came to me last night, he wasn't discovered by Master. It turned out that it was because Zilian had already gone out, and the person sleeping in this room was not him.