The matter of the art of disgust ends with the death of Red Sleeves.

However, after three or five days of hard work, this major event slowly disappeared.

It's just a dead minion, and it's too ordinary for the people.

As long as you don't harm the fish in the pond and don't harm yourself, everyone is in a state of hanging high.

Ji Wanrong's illness always felt uncomfortable, and it was almost early May.

The weather became hotter and hotter, and Su Peisheng personally sent two clever little maids to the East Courtyard a few days ago.

In between those previous things, Ji Wanrong didn't let the two of them serve by her side, and followed Lu Qiao in the outer room.

She was sick, and there were two more handmaidens and two eunuchs.

The small east courtyard has now squeezed out six minions.

"Gege, this is the brown sugar glutinous rice cake from the dining room." Midori entered the room with a curtain and put things on the table with a smile.

She now understands that Jungege is being favored, and she has to serve her well.

In the past, I looked down on such a character, but looking at the fate of the red sleeves, I still had a good time keeping to myself.

Ji Wanrong was crooked on the soft couch, depressed, and couldn't be interested in anything.

Her attitude and feelings towards Yinzhen are changing qualitatively every time.

This made her very distressed and even more frustrated, and she didn't know how to get along with this man.

Chunjiao is playing a small fan on the side, although it is summer at this time, it is not a hot summer, and it is a little stuffy at noon.

Seeing that Ji Wanrong was drowsy, she squatted down and whispered in her ear, "Gege doesn't want to eat brown sugar glutinous rice cakes?" Eat here or wait? ”

This sound made Ji Wanrong come back to her senses, looked at the plate of brown sugar glutinous rice dumplings on the table, and swallowed her saliva.

On a hot day, eating this kind of fried soft and glutinous stuff is inevitably a little tired.

But she was hungry and wanted something sweet.

"Make me a cup of fruit tea." Ji Wanrong sat up, walked towards the table, and said to Chunjiao, "The pears sent in the morning are suitable." ”

Recently, Ji Wanrong has a bad appetite, she can't drink white water, and she doesn't like to drink tea, but she embarrassed the minions to death.

Gastrointestinal discomfort and slight constipation made Ji Wanrong have to find a way to make fruit tea by herself.

Fresh fruit cut into small cubes, mixed with some osmanthus nectar and cold boiled water, it is the best drink.

Chunjiao was busy responding, putting down the fan and making fruit tea.

Lu Qiao took out a pair of silver chopsticks and handed them to Ji Wanrong, and said with a smile, "When Xiao Anzi heard that the master wanted to eat it, he personally stared at the chef to make it, they were all freshly baked soybean noodles this month, and the brown syrup was also sent two days ago, all of which were the best things." ”

"Well, you can send him some silver bills in two days." Ji Wanrong nodded.

Holding chopsticks, I picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake stained with brown sugar and soybean noodles and put it in my mouth.

The fried crispy, the inside is soft, and the soybean noodles are dipped in brown sugar syrup, which is not so choking.

When Lu Qiao heard this, his eyes rolled, "Gege, in fact, you don't need to give it, now that Gege is favored, who in the house doesn't know?" Xiao Anzi accepted our silver bills earlier, even if he didn't give it, he didn't dare to do anything to Gege's meal! ”

When Ji Wanrong saw Lu Qiao say this, she couldn't help but feel a little tired.

What kind of ancestor did you meet? Such a maid comes to serve herself, and she does not know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

"Hey, let you send it, you just go." Ji Wanrong sighed and said a little impatiently.

Except for Chunjiao, there is no one in this East Courtyard who trusts.