Suppressing the "good" that he almost blurted out, the young man frowned: "The matter of the back house, Fujin can be in charge." ”

"Then Xian'er will be in charge, and when we eat in the future, no one is allowed to delay me in the house with a pestle......"

"Huh?" What are you delaying this little fox?

Chu Xian's bright peach blossom eyes bent into a crescent moon, and she tilted her head slightly to hold chopsticks and clip a spring roll for the fourth master: "I didn't delay anything, I just felt that it was very troublesome to have people around me all the time." You try this. ”

"Fu Jin doesn't seem to like having people around to serve him." The boy's tone was cold, but he was very face-saving, and he ate the spring rolls without hesitation.

"In the past, when the family ate, they were all around the round table in the flower hall, and they were rarely served. It's not that I can't afford to be a slave, it's just that ......"

She pursed her lips slightly: "E-niang said that my father and brother are too busy on weekdays, and it is rare for the family to get together at the dinner table, so they don't need to be served, so they can talk freely." ”

Fourth master, I want to be alone with you. Her sparkling eyes fluttered with thick and slender eyelashes, and a lake of spring water swept towards him.

The young man didn't answer, but ate all the dishes she clothed very face-savingly, and thought to himself: This little fox is really sticky and tight, and he can't get used to it too much, otherwise he will be pampered and proud sooner or later.

However, her level of cloth vegetables is much better than the last time when the tenth and thirteenth brothers were there.

Suddenly he smelled a soft and sweet smell, and a heat rose from the bottom of the heart of the wandering person for no reason, which always reminded him of the lazy little woman nestled in his arms at night.

"Let's eat in Fujin." He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and his eyes were dark.

Today's dinner seems to have lasted a long time.

The young man drank porridge and looked at Chu Xian.

This little Fujin, chew and swallow slowly, it's really slow.

However, her eating behavior and demeanor are barely good, and she should look like he is a concubine.

Most women eat so slowly?

After thinking about the unfinished half of the article in his heart, and typing the draft, he couldn't help but slow down his speed.

It seems that it is not bad not to let the palace maids and eunuchs serve during the meal?

After half an hour, the young couple finally finished their meal.

While cleaning his hands, Chu Xian made a thoughtful suggestion: "You haven't finished writing that article in the afternoon, can Xian'er help you grind it later?" ”

"Fujin will grind?" The fourth master was a little surprised, after all, her handwriting was really bad, just judging from the soft and weak words, Xiao Fujin didn't look like a grinder.

Chu Xian smiled softly: "You don't believe that you can take a look later, in the past, in my mother's house, I often helped Ama Eniang and her brothers grind." ”

It was probably the only thing her little body had done in those years that could be called physical work.

The young man was convinced, and when he thought that the four brothers of the Wulanala family had let Chu Xian grind, an inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

In the West Warm Pavilion

The boy and the little fox sat on either side of the ondol.

One is frowning and writing articles, the other is holding his chin with his left hand, and his right hand is lightly grinding.

The young man's brows became tighter and tighter, and he felt a little sorry for his good piece of ink.

She said that she could grind, but it turned out that she was just grinding in circles, and she was staring at him with her chin in her hands.

Did this little fox deliberately lure him to the backyard in order to stare at him?

The tip of the pen trembled slightly, and the fourth master couldn't help frowning, but he finally finished writing.

"It's late at night, let's settle." He put down his pen.

Chu Xian put down the grinding strip in her hand abruptly, and almost bounced up from the warm kang: "Xian'er go to bathe." ”

The young man stopped the person by the waist and hugged him: "Fu Jin is tired of running around today, so let's rest early." ”

She had already taken a shower this afternoon, thinking he didn't know?