"Yan'er, you can't spoil the maid like this." Zi'er said to Yan'er.

"No, I don't. Isn't that normal? It used to be like this, and they ate when we ate. Yan'er said.

"It's not the same food, and I don't eat it at the same table." Zi'er said.

"It seems to be eh, eh, no, Xiaobai used to be like this." Yan'er said.

"So Xiaobai got married." Zi'er said.

"Well, yes, but I'll still eat with my son." Yan'er said.

"I call my son every day, I really forget that I am no longer a maid, Ming Media is marrying, you are the main room." Zi'er said angrily.

"Eh, Yan'er forgot." Yan'er smiled.

"We weren't so indulged as maids." Zi'er said.

"Really?" Yan'er asked Zi'er.

"Well, when did you see me at the table while Mademoiselle was having dinner with you?" Zi'er said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zi'er shut up, but Yan'er also put down the bowl and didn't want to eat it.

"I miss my sister." Yan'er said.

"Yan'er, don't cry, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have brought it up." Zi'er hurriedly comforted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Yan'er fell into Zi'er's arms and cried.

When Zhang Sanyi heard this cry, he immediately came up and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Xianggong, it's all my fault, mention Miss. Yan'er was sad again. Zi'er said.

"Hey." Zhang San also had no choice but that Yan'er and Lin Fei'er had been together longer than with him, and their feelings were deep, but they were normal, plus Yan'er's childlike nature.

"Yan'er is good, it's okay, Fei'er will return to Yan'er one day." Zhang San hugged Yan'er and said.

"Childe, really?" Yan'er asked.

"Really, I don't lie to you." Zhang San also said categorically.

"Don't lie to me." Yan'er said.

"Well, let's eat." Zhang San said.

"If you don't eat it, I'm going to accompany my son." Yan'er said.

"I still have to take care of the restaurant business." Zhang San said.

"Childe, you collect the money, and I count the money." Yan'er said.

"Okay." Zhang San went down with Yan'er in his arms.

"It's all taken, it's all taken." Zi'er said angrily after Zhang San left.

One and two hurriedly cleaned up, they knew that this master was not easy to mess with, and one moved faster than the other.

"As soon as you're done, go down there and see if there's anything to do." Zi'er said.

"Okay." As soon as he answered, he went down after packing up.

"Miss, why did the young lady win the master's favor by crying." The second came over and asked cautiously.

"What do you mean by that?" Zi'er asked.

"Forgive the slave maid bluntly, the slave maid was also a concubine, and I know that this is a battle for favor." Two said.

"Huh? Competing for favor? You are not allowed to say this in the future, there is no such thing here, no one fights, and no one can fight, and now I and Yan'er are by Xianggong's side, and the three of us sleep together, what is there to fight. Zi'er said.

"Then why is the young lady unhappy?" Erqiang asked boldly. The slave asked the master why he was unhappy, and he deserved to die.

"I miss my young lady." Zi'er said.

The second did not continue to ask, otherwise the taboo would be a big offense.

"Go, let the kitchen cook something good." Zi'er thought about it and said.

"Miss, it's not lunch yet." Two said.

"Yan'er wants to eat later, I haven't eaten enough just now, and I guess I'll be hungry later." Zi'er said.

"Miss, the slave is going." Two said.

"Say it's good to count the money." Zhang San looked at Yan'er next to him speechlessly.

"Ah, Shiwen." Yan'er raised her hand and spread out the ten cents in her palm.

"How long has it been counting?" Zhang San asked.

"Wait, Yan'er will talk about it after eating." Yan'er said after taking a bite of food.

"Zi'er, it's all what you're used to, I feel like I'm raising pigs." Zhang San said to Zi'er.

When Yan'er heard this, she arched Zhang San happily.

"It's a pig." Zhang San looked at the sky speechlessly.

"Hey, hey." Yan'er smiled.

"Laughing, I'll slaughter you tomorrow and make snacks." Zhang San said.

"Childe is reluctant." Yan'er smiled.

"What do you mean by reluctance? If you hadn't eaten enough meat, I would have slaughtered you a long time ago. Zhang San said.

"Then Yan'er won't grow meat, and Gongzi won't want me in the future." Yan'er said.

"You two, don't be numb, I'm going to vomit when I hear it." Zi'er said.

"Hey, hey." Yan'er smiled again.

"Who's in charge?" Suddenly, a female voice came.

"Here." Zhang San shouted.

The woman looked over, and then Zhang San was stunned, in fact, she just communicated with the system.

"Well, this sister is so familiar." Yan'er muttered.

"System, what's going on? What's going on with Zhao Qingxin? Zhang San immediately asked.

System: "It should be the old man who came to buff, isn't this the old man?" Remember today's mission. ”

"I*." Zhang San really wanted to scold angrily.

"Zhang Gongzi, long time no see." Zhao Qingxin said.

"It's been a long time." Zhang San said with a smile.

"I'm a royal man now, so I'm not allowed to touch it." Zhao Qingxin smiled and knocked Zhang San's hand away from shaking hands.

"Royal?" Zhang San wondered.

"That's right, Her Majesty's female officer." Zhao Qingxin said.

"System, what's going on?" Zhang San asked.

System: "Congratulations, there is no Shangguan Wan'er in this time and space, only Zhao Qingxin, or both." ”

"I ...... What kind of bad luck is this? Zhang San roared angrily in his heart.

"Come to think of it, it's Sister Zhao Qingxin." Yan'er shouted.

Yan'er has a feeling of looking at the enemy, because in her opinion, if it weren't for Zhao Qingxin, Lin Fei'er wouldn't have died.

"Miss, do you drink?" Zhang San took the luminous cup and poured a glass of red wine to Zhao Qingxin.

"Hmm, wine?" Zhao Qingxin asked.

"Sort of." Zhang San said.

"This glow-in-the-dark cup is pretty good." Zhao Qingxin said.

"Wine glow-in-the-dark glass. Is this worthy? Zhang San said.

"That's a good sentence." Zhao Qingxin said.

"It's poetry." Zhang San said.

"Oh? What about the next sentence? Zhao Qingxin asked.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. How, how is this poem. Zhang San shamelessly recited this Liangzhou poem.

"Yes, it's just that the soldiers on this border can't drink this grape wine, and it's valuable from the Western Regions." Zhao Qingxin said.

"This is my own wine, not a wine from the Western Regions." Zhang San said.

System: "I'm about to say shameless." ”

"Oh, that's rare, I make wine, but not many people seem to do it, and it's not that good." Zhao Qingxin said.

"If you don't pass on the secret, how can others know." Zhang San smiled.