"I don't do that." Kang Yichen smiled self-deprecatingly, didn't say anything, but followed, "Your face is not good, I'll send you back, don't faint halfway, if Ajiang knows, I guess I will be blamed for not saving me when I see death." ”

Will you be saved by death? Le Zitao was disdainful in his heart, but he didn't bother to talk to him, ignored him, and walked directly to his house.

"Tao, are you alright?" Mrs. Liu stood at the door, and saw Kang Yichen following behind, she hurriedly walked out of the shop to greet her, "Gongzi Kang, your bean flower is at my house, Ah Tao has been too tired recently, and he can't be busy alone, in the future, I will send you your family's over, or you can send someone to my house to pick it up." ”

"I'm fine, Grandma, I'll go back to sleep first." Le Zitao listened to Mrs. Liu's words, and her heart warmed, Mrs. Liu was clearly taking care of her when she said this, which attracted Kang Yichen's attention.

"Okay, go to sleep, you can shout if something happens." Mrs. Liu nodded and replied again and again.

Le Zitao didn't say hello to Kang Yichen, and directly locked the door and went back to the room.

Kang Yichen didn't stay long and left directly.

Leaving Mrs. Liu alone, standing at the door of the shop and looking at the door of Le Zitao, she sighed for a while: "Alas~~"

Le Zitao slept until Yin and didn't get up, these days when Yang Chenhong was here, it was her most relaxed time, every day she only needed to adjust the halogen, and he would do everything well, but she developed her inertia.

Seeing that it was too late, Le Zitao jumped up instantly, dressed and washed, and rushed into the workshop.

But as soon as she entered, she was immediately stunned, Yang Chenhong was actually inside, and a handful of prepared tofu and dried tofu were already placed on the table.

"What are you doing?" Le Zitao's heart jumped, but he blurted out but his face sank, what does he mean by this?

"Tao, are you alright?" Yang Chenhong heard the voice, put down the long stick in his hand and ran over, looked at her, and reached out to touch her shoulder, "Are you scared?" Why are you so careless? Walking down the street without looking at the road......"

"What are you going to do?" Le Zitao suppressed the wild beat in his heart, interrupted his words and asked, looking at him indifferently.

"Ah Tao, it was me who was wrong that day, I shouldn't have lost my temper at you, I ......" Yang Chenhong sighed helplessly, looking at Le Zitao and apologizing in a small voice, "If you are angry, we will go to the waste garden together in a while, I will be angry with you, and I will never fight back, okay?" ”

"You go back." Le Zitao avoided the side, "Don't come again in the future, I'm a small family, and I'm not as good as the General's Mansion." ”

"Atau." Yang Chenhong was a little embarrassed, but he still followed patiently, and coaxed in a low voice, "I ......"

"When you came here before, you also said that you were desperate to stay here temporarily, and now, since you have returned to the General's Mansion, you should stay there in peace." Le Zitao avoided it again, walked directly to the stove, and said in a cold voice, "No matter how poor I Le Zitao is, in the end I am still the daughter of a pure white family, since you have a place to stay, please don't come again in the future, it can be regarded as a favor for me to leave you during this time." ”

"......" Yang Chenhong was silent, he didn't understand, he lived in the General's Mansion, why did she react like this? Was it because he was hiding his identity?

Thinking of this, Yang Chenhong decided to confess, he walked over and said softly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hide it from you, it's just that my business is a long story, I don't know how to tell you, and I don't know if you will look down on me if you hear it......"

"Since I don't know how to say it, I don't need to say it anymore." Le Zitao's heart ached, she trusted him so much, but she couldn't get him a word of truth? Even if it's an ordinary friend, should there be at least sincerity? But what about him?

"Atau." Yang Chenhong sighed, trying to explain again.

"Let's go, we've never known each other." Le Zitao suddenly turned around, went to the side, picked up the men's robe, returned to the stove and stuffed it directly.

"What are you ......" Yang Chenhong was startled, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, but the hem of the robe was already on fire, he hurriedly extinguished it, frowning incomprehensibly, "What's wrong with you?" Why do you take this dress out of your anger? When Ah Jiang comes back, what will you give him? When it came to the last sentence, the tone was a little more unwilling and jealous.

"It's just an ordinary coarse cloth robe, not as good as the brocade robe of the General's Mansion, it's better to keep it useless than to add it to the fire, and you can burn it anyway." Le Zitao directly ignored his last sentence, and said lightly, already holding the small gong sent by Kang Qing in his hand, and looked at him fixedly, "Do you go by yourself or will I find someone to invite you to go?" ”

This sentence completely hit Yang Chenhong's arrogance, thinking that his dignified son of the general's mansion would apologize to her in a low voice here, in exchange for her cold words, she still wanted to beat the gong and drum to find someone to blast him out?

"Okay, I'll go back first." Yang Chenhong, who had two regretful experiences, seemed much calmer at this time, although he felt uncomfortable, he didn't say no words, but held the cloth robe that had been burned with a big hole, looked at Le Zitao with complicated eyes, and turned to leave.

Le Zitao sat motionless behind the stove, letting the soybean milk in the pot roll, at this moment, the tumbling bubbles, just like her mood, burned her heart and pain.

She didn't move, but she could hear the movement outside, Yang Chenhong's stop in the courtyard, the slight movement coming out of the wall, and the boundless silence......

However, life simply did not allow her to have excess sadness, and when she got up after burying her head behind the stove for a while, the bean paddle in the pot had already been boiled a little too much.

Le Zitao hurriedly cleaned up her mood and began to prepare the marinade, but she saw a few servings of marinade on the table that were no different from her usual blending, and her outstretched hand couldn't help but pause.

This was prepared by Yang Chenhong, but he didn't expect him to adjust this halogen exactly when she had never taught it.

As usual, Le Zitao still does it smoothly, but in every step and every link, there is a shadow of Yang Chenhong.

Le Zitao discovered that Yang Chenhong had unknowingly infiltrated her life.

Since signing so many supply contracts, Yang Chenhong has always been doing it, think about his hands, except for the cocoon sharpened with a sword, it doesn't look like a person who does things at all, but think, how comfortable he is in the General's Mansion, and when he comes to her? Drawing water, chopping wood, grinding beans, filtering, boiling pulp...... Even kneading the dough to make breakfast has his shadow.

"Tell me the truth, is it so difficult?" Le Zitao divided the last drawer of steamed buns, took one and took a bite of it fiercely, inadvertently, wet his cheeks.