After Song Yihuan nodded and stayed, Chu Shuolan asked Ming En to go to the kitchen immediately to bring the food.

Qi Shu knew that this was Chu Shuolan and Song Yihuan, and this was the first time they had eaten at the same table.

He was very eye-catching and took Zhen Mei'er, who was standing aside and only showed a pair of eyes, directly.

"I won't disturb your little couple for lunch, I'll take this woman away first, and then I'll walk back to Miss Song."

Qi Shu walked out without looking back.

By the time he had finished speaking, the people had already walked out.

The huge living room only left Song Yihuan and Chu Shuolan in a wheelchair.

As for the shadow guard in the shadows, it can be ignored.

"Do you usually eat in the living room, or indoors?"

Song Yihuan broke the silence between the two.

"It's in the hall, when I'm not in good health on weekdays, I rarely eat in the hall."

Song Yihuan nodded lightly when she heard this, she walked behind the other party and pushed her wheelchair to the dining table in the hall.

She evacuated one of the stools, pushed Chu Shuolan to the table, and fixed the wooden wheel of the wheelchair.

To say that the wheelchair that Chu Shuo is sitting in is really ingenious, in this era of backwardness in various industries, such a sophisticated wheelchair must be made by a master.

Chu Shuolan was pushed down in front of the table, and his hands were not idle.

He touched the teacup on the table, which was still hot to the surface, and knew that it was prepared by Ming Enxin.

He picked up the teapot and poured a cup, put it to the position next to him, and glanced at Song Yihuan who was standing beside him: "Sit down and drink a cup of tea to warm up." ”

Song Yihuan was also polite, and sat beside him.

Chu Shuolan poured himself another glass, and gently put his hands together, this action was a warm hand.

Song Yihuan drank two sips of tea, and like Chu Shuolan, he reached out and touched the teacup to warm his hands.

When I warmed my hands, I raised my eyes and looked at the huge living room seriously.

Festive red silk was also hung in the house, and even the two connected bookshelves were decorated with red silk.

Seeing the bookshelf mountain full of books, Song Yihuan felt breathtaking.

Even if he saw the description of Chu Shuolan in the book, he knew that he was accompanied by books all day long, and there were almost no strange books in the world that he didn't know, and he was familiar with all kinds of books, and his master was still the former son of the Northern Yan Kingdom.

The knowledge imparted to Chu Shuolan is not only the art of the emperor, but also a variety of books on the art of war.

The other party's love for Chu Shuolan can be known from the teaching in the book.

"Don't you get bored of reading so many books every day?"

Song Yihuan frowned and asked the people around him.

Reading is a real headache for her, unless it's a category she particularly likes.

Chu Shuolan followed her gaze and looked at all the books on the shelves, the books on them were all books that he had read and even liked very much.

And that's not even counting the books that have already been read, but don't like him, and thrown into the storeroom, which are almost dozens of times more than on the shelves.

Chu Shuolan curled his lips and said with a smile: "I have not been in good health since I was a child, not to mention going out of the house, I rarely even walk out of the courtyard from this house, and what I do every day is to accompany these books."

But it's okay, it's not boring, and there is a good saying, there is a golden house in the book, and I don't need to go out to know the world's affairs and know the customs of various countries, which is also very good. ”

He really felt good, if it weren't for these companions, he didn't know how to spend more than ten years.

The corners of Song Yihuan's lips pursed slightly.

Although Chu Shuolan's voice was calm, her mood was a little complicated.

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