As if sensing Song Yihuan's gaze, Chu Shuolan slowly turned his head and met her eyes.

"Are you awake?"

A voice mixed with a gentle smile rang out.

Chu Shuolan put the chess pieces he was holding in his hand into the chess jar on the side, and pushed the wheelchair towards the bed with both hands, the movements were familiar as his daily walking.

When he came in a wheelchair, Song Yihuan had already gotten up and opened the gauze tent, sat on the edge of the bed and stepped on his shoes.

Looking at Chu Shuolan who was in a wheelchair in front of her, she suddenly remembered something, looked at the sky outside, and frowned slightly: "I overslept, and the tea ceremony was delayed." ”

Liu told her a thousand times before, she must get up early on the second day of the wedding and pack up the tea.

Before going to bed last night, she still thought about getting up early, even if Li Tiezhu and Wang Cuiqin were not Chu Shuolan's biological parents, this custom could not be avoided after all.

Chu Shuolan looked at her and pouted unconsciously, his face was full of entanglement, and he smiled gently: "It's okay, Uncle Li and Aunt Li are not my biological parents, so there is no need to serve tea, just go back and meet them to get acquainted." ”

I didn't expect him to say this so easily.

Song Yihuan was stunned for a moment, she wanted to pretend to be surprised, but looking at the young man with gentle eyebrows in front of her, she thought about it and gave up.

The other party saw through her expression, and that natural and casual attitude, which made Song Yihuan feel that it was too much to do, so it was better not to say anything and not ask.

Song Yihuan put on her shoes and stood up, she touched her stomach, "I'm hungry, have you eaten?" ”

Seeing her get up, Chu Shuolan pushed the wheelchair out of the way.

He said softly: "After eating, you wash up first, the small kitchen is hot, and I will let someone serve it." ”

"Okay, you can have the food brought to me now, I'm so hungry."

After speaking, Song Yihuan went to the ear room.

Looking at her departing back, Chu Shuolan shouted to her: "Wait......"

Song Yihuan stopped and looked at him puzzled.

"I'll find someone to serve you." After explaining, Chu Shuolan shouted outside: "Xiao Cui come in." ”

The sound of the door being pushed open sounded, and after a while, a maid opened the curtain of the bedroom and entered.

As soon as the other party came in, he made a big salute and knelt on the ground.

"The slave has seen the son, and the young lady has seen it!"

Chu Shuolan said to Song Yihuan: "This girl's name is Xiaocui, she is an honest and responsible person, can she stay by your side and serve in the future?" ”

Song Yihuan had seen Xiaocui before, and when she came to the Li Mansion for the last time before she and Chu Shuolan got married, it was this girl and Ming En who brought food from the kitchen.

She stared at Xiao Cui, who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly, "Raise your head and take a look." ”

Xiao Cui immediately raised her head when she heard this, her eyes were clear, but there was a bit of cowardice on her face, which could not be said to be cowardice, but the despicable state of a slave.

The slaves and maids of this era are rich and humble from their bones, and they are things carved into the bone marrow, which are difficult to change.

But this girl is very smart, and the name Xiaocui is a bit cheesy, Song Yi laughed.

She smiled and said, "I don't think the name Xiaocui is good. ”

When Xiao Cui heard this, she immediately knelt on the ground: "Please give the young lady a name." ”

"Do you know your last name before you entered the house?"

"The slave was young when she entered the mansion, and she only remembered Su, and I don't know which word it is."

Xiao Cui's low voice sounded in the dormitory.

Song Yihuan thought for a while and said, "In the future, you will be called Su Rou." ”