Cheng Jin's delicate face turned pale for a moment, and he looked a little weak.

"Cheng Jin, are you okay?"

Thinking that Cheng Jin needed to take medicine and didn't know what disease he was suffering from, Murong Le stretched out his hand and couldn't help but pull his arm and hold it weakly.

"It's fine."

Cheng Jin hid the panic in his eyes, and because of Murong Le's gentle tugging of his right arm, a strange feeling of numbness rose, and it was densely attacked by the nerves.

He had never tried this kind of feeling, his eyes flashed with doubts, and he looked down at Murong Le's hand, which was as white and tender as a green onion root, slender and beautiful.

The temperature of her fingertips, through his sleeve, passed to his arm, a warm feeling, an unusual experience.

Murong Le saw him looking down at his hand and realizing his gaffe, she quickly put away her hand and left Cheng Jin's arm.

The slender hand is gone, and the residual warmth remains.

Cheng Jin's eyes flashed with a hint of loss, smiled gently, and said:

"When you're on winter break, we're going to the playground."

The two reached an agreement, Murong Le stayed at Cheng Jin's place a few times, and finally got the costume done, and the perfect design came out of Cheng Jin's hand.

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Longtan Villa

Murong Bojing ordered He Tezhu to remove all romance novels and not allow them to stay in the study, in order not to teach Murong Le badly.

Murong Le also tossed with his uncle, holding his own design drawings and admiring them in the room, this is a noble and atmospheric ancient style clothing, the texture is complex and changeable, but it is exquisite.

Once the design drawings are complete, the next step is to make the garment and display it at the school.

Murong Le didn't know a good tailor, and he didn't dare to look for it in vain, so he decided to ask for help from his uncle.

Since it was asking for help, what Murong Le thought of was to please him first.

While the uncle was still working, Murong Le went into the kitchen, and the cook and maid were busy with dinner.

"Miss Le, what are you doing in the kitchen?"

When the servant saw Murong Le walking in, he looked left and right, and felt very strange, so he came over and asked.

"I want to make chicken soup."

It's six o'clock in the evening, and you should be able to drink the soup until nine o'clock in the evening, right?

"Miss Le, we have a special menu list, and today we are eating stir-fried beef, steamed sea bass, shredded potatoes and ......."

The chef recited a series of names of dishes and told Murong Le that it was enough to eat, and there was no need to make soup.

Murong Le frowned, she just wanted to make soup for her uncle by herself, and then took the opportunity to ask him for help.

"No, I just want to make soup, you get out of the way, just let me stay here and work!"

The servants couldn't, so they could only retreat and make way for Murong Le.

Murong Le stepped forward and found a whole processed chicken in the pile of ingredients and put it in a basin to clean.

The others looked at each other and didn't dare to disturb Murong Le, and even some servants asked Murong Le if he needed to do anything.

Murong Le pointed to two people and asked them to help clean the chickens and pots, while he came to the refrigerator and rummaged through the soup ingredients.

Seeing that she was doing well, the chef continued to attend to her own business and could not hinder the opening of the meal.

Half past seven was Murong Bojing's prescribed dinner time.

He walked down from the upper floor, but he didn't see Murong Le, but the smell of chicken soup wafted in the air.

"Young master, it's time to eat."

Murong Bojing let out a "hmm", looked at the exquisite dishes on the table, and asked suspiciously:

"Is the kitchen cooking chicken soup today?"

"No, it's Miss Le tinkering in the kitchen."

The maid replied truthfully that Miss Le had been tinkering in the kitchen for more than an hour, and she hadn't finished tinkering yet......