His beauty transcends that of men and women, and every time Luo Qingyu sees him, he feels that the adjectives he has learned are not enough......

Next to him is the small red clay stove, and on the table is the plum blossom-shaped perverted little pot, he doesn't need to pour tea at all, every time he drinks a cup, the small pot will automatically jump up and pour it for him, incomparably doglegs......

There were still a few pastries on his table, and from such a distance, Luo Qingyu could almost smell the aroma of the pastries.

The appearance of the pastry was extremely familiar, and Luo Qingyu could recognize it as Zi Sanghewan's masterpiece at a glance.

It's strange to say, Zi Sanghe has been gone for several days, but the pastries here have never been broken.

And every time it is fresh, it looks like it has just been baked, and it is full of color, flavor, and flavor.

But he refused to give her a piece, which made her hateful teeth itch.

Not to mention, every time he arrived, he would drive her down to eat in the big canteen, and the time given to her was getting shorter and shorter, so that every time she ate, it was like a march to war, in a hurry......

She originally wanted to move down for Zi Sanghe, and by the way, she would eat the food he made, but now not only can she not eat the food he makes, but she can't even see it! Climbing this ice mushroom upside down, the ice mushroom has no choice but to climb more and more diligently.

There is no way, the great teacher used her as a scholar.

Except for the time when she sleeps at night, she has to stay by his side all the time.

She thought about it for a while, and suddenly jumped down from the window and landed in front of the great master: "Master." ”

The great master glanced at her: "Finished copying?" ”

Of course - no!

She copied it all morning without stopping, and only a third of it was copied.

Luo Qingyu smiled slightly, didn't answer his question, and his eyes fell on the plates of pastries: "Master, has Senior Brother Xiang Wan been here?" ”

The great master twisted a piece of pastry with his fingertips, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently.

His movements are free and casual, even if he eats a pastry, he can eat lightly and lightly, and the clouds are flowing smoothly, which is extremely pleasing to the eye.

"Who is Xiang Wan?" After eating the pastry, the great master finally asked.

Luo Qingyu: "......"

What kind of foolishness is this black emperor pretending to be? What medicine is sold in a gourd?

"Xiang Wan is the fifth senior brother Sang Hewan, Master won't forget him so soon, right? Well, he's been out for a few days, why hasn't he come back yet? ”

Luo Qingyu took the opportunity to ask the question that had been held back for these days. She misses him a little—

To be exact, I miss the food he makes.

The great master's fingers paused slightly, and he glanced at her with a smile: "Then why do you call him Xiang Wan?" Even if it's a name, you should call him Tsuruwan, right? ”

Luo Qingyu lowered his eyes slightly, and there was a faint pain in his heart.

She naturally didn't want to tell the great master about the things in her previous life, so she said hello and dealt with it casually: "The disciple thinks it's better to talk to the evening." Anyway, the name is just a code name, what is it called? ”

"What's it called, isn't it?"

The big teacher pursed the corners of his lips slightly: "Okay, Qingyu, I'll call you Little Feather after becoming a teacher." For the teacher, I think this is more palatable. ”

Luo Qingyu: "......" Her face changed slightly.

Small feathers?

It seemed that someone had called her that.