As soon as summer came, Song Jingshu's vegetable patch was already green.

Just waiting for Zhou You'an to take a nap, Song Jingshu pinched a few pieces of broken silver, planning to go to the street to buy some tomato seedlings, eggplant seedlings and pepper seedlings.

It is planted at this time, just in time for autumn and can be eaten.

After Zhou Youan got up, he saw Song Jingshu wielding a small hoe, sweating profusely in the vegetable field.

Glancing at the sun, Zhou Youan walked over with a smug face, "Our Zhou family is short, have you eaten and drunk?" In such a scorching sun, you don't go into the house to rest, but you are very energetic. ”

Song Jingshu raised his head and wiped a handful of sweat.

The dirt on her hands instantly covered her face, she didn't know it, and said with a smile, "My eldest young master, how can your Zhou family be short of me to eat and drink?" ”

"This is my way to get rich, if I don't serve these little ancestors well, where will I get the income?"

Song Jingshu muttered, "Have you forgotten that I was selling my body to pay off my debts and had no income." ”

Looking at her cat-like face, Zhou Youan only felt funny, and couldn't help but squat down on the steps, "Sell yourself to pay off your debts?" You are self-aware. ”

"Even if you want to grow vegetables, at least you have to wait for the sun to go down and cool down."

Bizhu was walking into the courtyard with sour plum soup, and saw that her young master was actually basking in the scorching sun, and immediately trotted over, looking anxious, "Young master, why don't you hurry into the house, what are you doing in the sun here?" ”

"She can be exposed to the sun, is it possible that the young master is so frail?"

Zhou Youan glanced at Bizhu, and when he saw the sour plum soup on her plate, he immediately ordered, "She has been busy under the scorching sun for a long time, hurry up and serve her some sour plum soup." ”

Bizhu frowned, and seemed to be a little unhappy, "Young master, this is made for you by the slave maid, young master, you don't like to eat sour, so there is rock sugar in it." ”

"Do you dare not listen to what Young Master Ben said?"

Bizhu's complaint, of course Zhou Youan heard it, and stood up a little unhappy.

Song Jingshu hurriedly put down the hoe, "Young master, I don't drink, I'm not thirsty." ”

Looking at her already somewhat pale lips, Zhou Youan's eyes sank, "Why, as the personal slave of this young master, you dare to contradict my words?" ”

Is this guy really saying that he will turn his face?

I have long heard that the young master of the Zhou family is moody, and no one can figure out his temperament, before Song Jingshu only felt that these were just people, after all, Zhou Youan had been very good to her in the past few months, and he didn't take her seriously as a debtor.

But right now, his face suddenly changed, which still made Song Jingshu a little confused.

Song Jingshu refused to drink the sour plum soup, Zhou Youan turned his head and entered the house, and threw the door shut.

Bizhu glared at Song Jingshu hatefully, and carefully opened the door and went in with the sour plum soup.

Song Jingshu only felt inexplicable, and after basking in the scorching sun for half an hour, his face was red and his ears were red, and his brain was a little dizzy.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, she couldn't help kicking the hoe away, and said indignantly, "What kind of face is this good to throw at me!" Did I provoke you? What a dog temper this is! ”

Now he didn't have the idea of planting vegetables, and Song Jingshu went back to his house angrily.

Hearing the sound of slamming the door from the next room, Zhou Youan gritted his teeth in anger and stretched out his hand to point at the next door, "What is this like?!" ”

"Young Master, you don't feel like talking."

Bizhu said faintly, "From the time she lived in the Zhou family to the present, where is the consciousness that half of the doppelganger should have?" ”