Nan Mo entered the excerpt Xuan, if it weren't for the good thermal insulation performance of this food cup, those bird's nest porridge sent by big families on weekdays would have been cold and inedible.

However, in her opinion, although the North Garden is desolate as a whole, the scenery here is very aesthetically pleasing to the eye. The trees are not deliberately pruned, but the branches reflect the water, and the small pavilion on the north side of the covered bridge is just right.

The rectangular border of the small table is slightly extravagant, and the decoration on it is a purple-red Rui beast pattern, and the utensils on the dark red small table are smaller and lighter lacquer-colored ear cups, with a combination of shades.

"It's quite bold, and you dare to come to Beiyuan?" The man's casual voice was not as intense as at the New Year's banquet. Jing Mohuai tilted his chin and lay sideways on the couch to look at her.

"Back to the young master, my aunt ordered me to deliver porridge." Nan Mo streamlined and streamlined a sentence in his mind, bowed his head and said.

Nan Mo naturally knew that the Hou family asked her to come over not only to deliver porridge, but there were some things that didn't have to be said too clearly.

"Sounds good." He propped himself up, but asked an irrelevant question. "Hungry?"

The New Year's banquet in Jingfu is naturally not something that the girls in the house can use together, and the girls' meals are all used in their respective gardens after the masters go back.

But she was sent here in such a hurry, and she didn't eat at all.

A sentence of common sense, but it is to ask a girl. Nan Mo glanced at him inadvertently, if ordinary people would have to surrender under such a gaze, but who is Nan Mo, she shook her head without changing her face.

"Come here." Jing Mo Huai is authentic.

A simple sentence, but it seemed to be the most deadly danger, Nan Mo bit his mouth and resigned himself to the lacquer plate in his hand.

He was not good at walking, so she leaned down, leaned forward, and raised respectfully to the center of her eyebrows.

Jing Mohuai raised his eyebrow bone, so it was mottled with a bit of coldness.

His hand holding the bed was strong, and suddenly he turned outward, getting very close to Nan Mo. Caught off guard by such a change, Nan Mo took two steps back, only to see that the man just grabbed the robe around his neck with one hand and picked up the small food cup with the other.

The dark red food cup looked extremely delicate in his hands, and the flower bones bloomed half shyly. The man's slender knuckles stretched suddenly, but they were handed to her.

"Then eat this porridge." He looked at her, his eyebrows glazed. The pitch-black pupils reflected Nan Mo's somewhat stunned look.

Nan Mo realized that he was rude at this time, and looked away, what the man did not match was an almost gentle tone, so gentle that Nan Mo felt that this porridge was not arsenic?

How weird and weird the atmosphere is, next, in order to calm Jing Mohuai's heart, Nan Mo almost drank the porridge in the food cup under Jing Mohuai's watch. He drank it cleanly, and gave him a light on the bottom of the cup. She wondered, if this porridge was really poisonous, did Jing Mohuai do it to get revenge on her.

After leaving Zhezixuan and going back, Nan Mo didn't dare to say anything. However, Chang Gu looked at the empty food cup carefully, smiled, and looked at Nan Mo's eyes full of smiles. unprecedentedly, and took broken silver to reward her.

Nan Mo didn't mention that she drank the Ejiao barley porridge, joke, if she dared to mention this, Chang Gu was afraid that she would be severely punished.

As soon as the fourth day of the Lunar New Year passed, the long-term workers in the government all got leave one after another. Originally, a girl like Nan Mo who signed a death contract had no work leave, but the old lady took special care of her, gave Nan Mo a few days off, and allowed her to go home.

After a day and a half, Nan Mo followed the memory in her mind and returned to her home in this world.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, and it is a village in a ravine.

Along the way, I met a few people, and I still knew Nan Mo's acquaintances.

"Nanjia girl, I heard that someone chewed his tongue and said that your father sold you, why do you dare to come back?" Uncle Shao, who was chopping wood, kindly reminded her.

Nan Mo waved his hand, "It's okay, I know it in my heart." ”

The people in the mountains are simple, and they are very sympathetic to Nanmo's experience.

When Uncle Shao saw the thin back, he secretly said in his heart, "What a good girl, it's a pity that I voted for a gambler." ”