Although Le Zheng is stubborn and unreliable, he is always a good person.

In the days of getting along, although the master was indifferent and alienated from him, he never treated him harshly, and taught him carefully, although he was a little stricter.

Others treat him well, even if it is only a little good, he will remember this good, even if he treats him badly, but as long as he treats him so well, he will only remember that good.

There is really only bad and no good, and after a fight or a scolding point, they are all forgotten.

To put it nicely, this is called a gentleman, and he doesn't care about others.

To be rude, this is called a fool, with a big heart!

After all, I had a cold predecessor in my previous life, and in this life, I may just want to warm myself up.

At least there will be so many people who will remember him in this life.

Need another reason?

If you hold a grudge against such a thing, you will always waste your mind, so why bother?

A life is a short time, for him.

He lived with this mentality all his life.

The more Bai Xuan heard him, the more he couldn't help frowning and interrupted him: "That's it." ”

But Lanzhu gentleman is as proud as him, sorry he often can't say such words, but Shimmer still glanced at the bright red slap marks on his face.

"Shizun is not angry?" Le Zheng was also happy, he ignored the hot sore spot on his face, squatted in front of the purple wood couch, lay his hands in front of the couch, and looked up at the master.

"It's not worth it to be angry with you." Bai Xuan said lightly, tilting his gaze to the side and half-closing his eyes.

Le Zheng also expected him to say this, and the smile on his face became even bigger.

But the red mark on his face was a little dazzling to Bai Xuan-

Maybe it's guilt?

Or is it even more distressing?

He may have been taken aback by the soft-heartedness in his heart, which he had never had before, and trembled slightly.

However, Le Zheng didn't notice it.

"Yes, Shizun is not worth being angry with me."

"Master wait for me, I'll come when I go." Le Zheng also said with a smile.

Then he got up and went out and walked towards the room.

Bai Xuan looked at his departing back, and instantly lost his mind.

He tried to raise his hand, but his body didn't move.

He and Le Zheng also got along for half a year, and they didn't tell him that he was no longer suitable to eat the grains of the world after Bigu.

And Lezheng doesn't think about it, and he doesn't know this.

Or maybe he himself has this selfishness, greedy for this dream-like food, or more appropriately, he likes the warmth of the moment when someone is sitting on the food.

For him now, he can't tell what these feelings are.

But habits are really—terrible things.

The handsome boy in the room.

Le Zheng also changes his tricks every day to make delicious food for his master.

He clasped his arms and held his cheeks, thinking about what to do for his master.

Scratching his head from time to time, the ponytail that was already tied up casually now looks even looser, and it has not been loosened after all.

He looked around the room, as if something was missing.

Suddenly, I remembered that I made a hammer smashing motion in the palm of my hand, and then ran out of the room and ran to Futai.

Just a moment.

I saw him carrying a slightly larger steamer back, with a kettle hanging from his waist, filled with fresh milk, and ran back to the room.

He just walked around the room and found that there was no such thing as a steamer, although this bamboo garden was full of ink bamboo, but it also belonged to the master, and it was impossible for him to cut it down at will.

Besides, even if he can cut it, it's too late to do it now, so he has to go to Futai to borrow it from his brother.

Shizun lives alone in Zhuyuan, although there is such a thing as a room, it is also a cold fire and autumn smoke, and Shizun does not know how to cook, although it is a place for a gentleman to stay away from cooking.

But he doesn't care, in his previous life, it was a skill to eat by himself, so naturally it was impossible to lose it, not to mention that he was the only one who could cook in this bamboo garden, but there was no little junior sister who could help him.

Now that he has entered the door, this house has a trace of popularity.