Luo Wusheng basically understood what the fifth ink meant when she saw this gesture, and she couldn't figure out why there was such a thing as tasting in this feudal era, the life of the master is life, and the life of the next person is not life?

Luo Wusheng glanced at the fifth ink that was staring at her intently, shrugged her shoulders, first took out two small bowls, filled the porridge and soup for herself, and then picked up the chopsticks that had just been the fifth ink clip, and sandwiched one of the various buns on the plate in front of her, and finally, she took out a stool and sat down: Didn't you let me try it, okay, then I'm welcome.

Then, the fifth ink appeared like a monster watching Luo Wusheng sweep the food on the table. Although it was a bit of an exaggeration to say that the sweep was sweeping, Luo Wusheng ate as much as half of all the food on the table. And the food she was holding in her mouth at the moment, if it weren't for the white fungus soup that she drank like water, seemed to be blocking her throat and making a wide contest with her throat.

After Luo Wusheng swallowed the last bite of food in his mouth, he used the white porridge that had reached the bottom of the bowl as the end, which was considered to be the end of his tasting.

After Luo Wusheng wiped his mouth with the Jinpa in his hand, he stood up from the stool, and then said respectfully to Fifth Mo: "Hui Gongzi, the taste is finished, it's not poisonous!"

Luo Wusheng's serious appearance at the moment really amused Fifth Mo, "Hahaha...... Okay!" After finishing speaking, Fifth Mo was no longer hypocritical, and directly picked up the chopsticks and ate breakfast.

In the past, Fifth Mo felt that this food he was used to eating was just a supplement to maintain his body, and even if it had a taste, it had long been worn out by habits, so he was extremely reluctant to eat more.

But today, Fifth Mo felt that the taste of this meal was very delicious, which made him want to eat more. Maybe if someone accompanies you, everything will become flavorful.

When breakfast was over, the people in the back kitchen saw that the dishes that had been taken back were already a mess, and there was not much food left.

Their sons-in-law are good at everything, but they don't eat well, and they try their best to change patterns and tastes every day. But no matter how they change, their son-in-law is very polite to move the chopsticks, try the fresh, and say that he has eaten this meal. If it weren't for the attendant on the side to prove that he had touched the chopsticks and tasted it, he would have looked at the appearance of the food that had been removed from the food as if he had not been passive at all. If it weren't for them thinking of ways to replenish all kinds of supplies for their son-in-law, I am afraid that the body of the fifth Mo would be so thin that it would make people feel distressed. Therefore, their favorability towards Luo Wusheng immediately rose to a height.

In addition to eating three meals a day, Luo Wusheng spent all day in the study. It's not that Luo Wusheng loves to study and read, but this fifth Mo doesn't know if he really loves to read, or if he deliberately manipulates her, and he can't see that she is idle, so he has to pull her here to be tortured.

No, Luo Wusheng, who had just finished dinner, was dragged into the study again, just finished grinding the ink for the fifth ink, and was lying on the corner of the long desk looking at the serious appearance of the fifth ink reading, it really looked like that.

Luo Wusheng used what little consciousness he had left to support his heavy eyelids and not hug each other, but when drowsiness hit, Mo said that it was her lazy consciousness that was full of food and drink, and even her strong consciousness was difficult to resist.

As a result, Luo Wusheng soon fell into his sleepiness as expected.

Not long after Luo Wusheng fell asleep, because of her sleeping position, a slight snoring sound came from her, "Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

After hearing Luo Wusheng's snoring, Fifth Mo put down the book in his hand, came to Luo Wusheng's side, and squatted down. Gently pushed Luo Wusheng with his fingers, "Luo Wusheng?...... Luo Wusheng?...... Luo Wusheng ?......"

At first, Luo Wusheng would move his body in response, but later, Luo Wusheng scratched his cheeks with his hands, changed his sleeping position, and continued to sleep like an undisturbed person.

Seeing Luo Wusheng's quiet appearance after falling asleep, Fifth Mo couldn't help but smile: "It turns out that you are still quite pleasing when you are quiet." As he spoke, he didn't forget to gently point at Luo Wusheng's nose with his hand.

Luo Wusheng seemed to sense that someone moved her nose, her nose and brows wrinkled together, but after just a short moment, she returned to the original state, and her response just now seemed to use her expression to scare away the person who moved her nose, telling the person: Don't move again, if you move again, I will scare you to death.

Fifth Mo shook his head, took off his cloak, wrapped it around Luo Wusheng's body, and then gently hugged Luo Wusheng.

The tail of late autumn beckoned the early winter, and he took the last trace of warmth away.

Fifth Mo took out another quilt from the cabinet in Luo Wusheng's room and covered it on Luo Wusheng's body. Looking at the person who slept so soundly, he was a little reluctant to leave, but he knew that she didn't like it. "It's okay, let's take our time. With that, he left a gentle kiss on Luo Wusheng's forehead and left.

On the second day, Luo Wusheng got up and found himself sleeping in his room in full clothes, and most of the original misunderstanding about Fifth Mo was gone.

The days began to repeat, Luo Wusheng used his attitude of not getting tired of eating, guiding the fifth Mo to eat, and the fifth Mo carried her back to her room at night after Luo Wusheng fell asleep on the table after eating and drinking. Fifth Mo would occasionally bring a book over, and while reading a book, he looked at Luo Wusheng, afraid that she would kick the quilt.

One evening in early winter, Luo Wusheng just finished dinner with the fifth ink, and after giving the fifth ink a carbon stove, he also held one in his hand, to be honest, although this carbon stove is no different from the modern warm baby, but she still misses the modern heating, it is really snowy outside, and the hot pants in the house are worn.

Fifth Mo didn't mean to get up and go to the study, so Luo Wusheng sat quietly on the side to accompany her, she lowered her head, looked at the carbon furnace in her hand, and her thoughts were already a little fugue because she missed it.

"Come to bed tonight. Although the fifth Mo's words were affirmative, there was also a hint of imperceptible temptation, he was afraid, afraid of her disapproval, afraid of her departure.

After Luo Wusheng heard Fifth Mo's words, iQue's thoughts were immediately pulled back, his head instantly raised, and his eyes looked at Fifth Mo vigilantly, "What's the wait?"

Fifth Mo was a little crying and laughing when he was asked by Luo Wusheng's question, but he couldn't show anything, "Serve as you want." ”