Hongmei and Qingzhu saw it in their eyes, and always felt that Chu Xintian was in a daze alone, afraid that she was old-fashioned and sickly, and she was anxious.

But Chu Xintian didn't speak, and they didn't dare to disturb her, so they silently brought her a cold sour plum soup and took turns fanning her, for fear that she would be hot.

Chu Xintian finished studying. When she opened her eyes, it was already dusk.

I saw that there were two people around, Hongmei and Qingzhu, who were still fanning her and cooling her down, and both of them were sweating.

Chu Xingxing frowned.

"Sit down, y'all. Don't fan me. Chu Xintian said as he scooped out two bowls of sour plum soup with ice and pushed it to Hongmei and Qingzhu: "Drink it, how hot it is."

Hongmei and Qingzhu are second-class maids, but they are only 14 or 15 years old. If they are modern, they are still at the age of secondary school. They are young girls in the flower season, enjoying beautiful youth. In this day and age, they must be handmaidens.

"Madame, I don't dare." Hongmei and Qingzhu looked at each other, both of them feeling incredible.

How can a servant and a master sit at the same table? They worked as maids in the palace of King Zhao and served their masters for several years. They were never asked to be served to dinner by their hosts!

What's more, they gave Chu Xintian sour plum soup. Chu Xintian didn't drink. How dare they drink first?

Hongmei's mind spun a little faster. She thought for a moment. Then, she cautiously asked Chu Xintian: "Madame, do you think that the sour plum soup is not cold enough?" I'm going to get some ice. The second young master just delivered two ice ...... this morning."

Hongmei was afraid that she and Qingzhu would not be able to serve Chu Xintian well. Zhao Wu knew, she was going to be scolded.

When Chu Xintian saw it, Hongmei and Qingzhu were frightened. She understood that it was her abnormal behavior that scared the two children. She quickly picked up a bowl of sour plum soup on the table and drank it all.

"The sour plum soup is delicious, and there is no shortage of ice." Chu Xintian put down the bowl, filled another bowl, and said, "Do you two treat me as a master?"

Hongmei and Qingzhu couldn't understand what Chu Xintian meant. Qingzhu said, "Madam, you are the master."

Chu Xintian's eyes sank. She knew she couldn't get the two girls to change their preconceived notions at once. So, she'd better come one by one.

"I'm the master, do you have to listen to me?"

"That's nature, ma'am. What can I do for you?" Hongmei looked at Chu Xintian carefully.

She couldn't guess what Chu Xintian was thinking now, and she was very scared.

"Why didn't you listen to me when I told you to sit down?"

Listening to Chu Xintian's words, Hongmei and Qingzhu cautiously sat down on the edge of the chair.

"Here, have a drink. It's cool. Chu Xintian pushed two bowls of sour plum soup, and she just served them to the two little girls.

The red plum and green bamboo look at the sour plum soup with an icy and cold atmosphere. They all swallowed. After a day of standing, they were really tired and hot. Now, if they could drink a bowl of ice and relieve the summer heat and fatigue, it wouldn't be better.

However, they did not dare. After all, this is in front of the master. There are many rules in the Zhao Palace. Even if their master gave them food and drink, they could not use it in front of their master. They had to serve their master and then take it home to eat.

Of course, when they take back what they have eaten and drank, the hot ones get cold and the cold ones get hot.

Chu Xintian guessed for a long time, and said with a smile: "Silly girl, this is not Zhao Wangfu, and I am not Zhao Lao Taijun." There aren't so many rules here. Drink it, never drink it again. As soon as the ice is gone, the sour plum soup becomes hot and unsuitable for drinking. ”

Chu Xintian said as he pushed the two bowls to the two girls.

Hongmei and Qingzhu glanced at each other again, and then at Chu Xintian. In the end, Qingzhu picked up the bowl first and took two sips. Hongmei also picked up the bowl.

"Thank you very much, ma'am!" After drinking a bowl of sour plum soup, Hongmei and Qingzhu left their chairs one after another, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to Chu Xintian.

In the palace of King Zhao, the master rewarded food and drink, and the servants kowtowed to express their gratitude.