Wen Wanrong smiled and said that her mouth was tasteless, and the taste was just right.

Qin Yang didn't ask any more.

In fact, Wen Wanrong still has the second half of the sentence in her heart, she hasn't eaten sweet and greasy things for too long, and she feels much better when she eats it.

And Qin Yang's concern today is just right.

He didn't understand anything else, and he was very clear about bruises, so he specially told the small kitchen what he could put and what he couldn't put it.

Wen Wanrong said that it was good to eat as he liked, and he didn't care about her.

Qin Yang said that it was not interesting to eat alone, anyway, she didn't eat much just now, so she would accompany him to eat some more.

Speaking of which, Wen Wanrong is not easy to refuse.

Qin Yang poked a lion's head with chopsticks and handed it to Wen Wanrong's mouth, asking her to take a bite.

Wen Wanrong looked at the lion's head and then at Qin Yang, shook her head, and said that one was too big to eat.

Qin Yang thought she was funny for the first time, and laughed: "Whoever said that all of them are yours, tell you to taste them first." ”

Wen Wanrong was worried: "But I've eaten it, don't you dislike it?" ”

Qin Yang didn't care, and asked her to eat quickly: "I've kissed everything, what do you dislike." ”

In one sentence, Wen Wanrong's ears turned red.

Qin Yang didn't pay attention at all, fed her a few chopsticks and vegetables, then ate his own, and then fed her.

A meal, one eats in a whirlwind, the other eats slowly, and there doesn't seem to be any disharmony.

At the end of the meal, Qin Yang asked Wen Wanrong if she was full, and it was not enough to ask the small kitchen to do it again.

The two were still talking, and the tortoiseshell voice sounded outside the house: "Second master, Song Ye came to look for him, saying that there was something urgent, and he waited at the main gate and didn't come in." ”

Referring to Song Zhi, Qin Yangqier remembered that in the afternoon, Du waste materials were chartered to listen to books and reward his subordinates.

He didn't want to go, but Song Zhifei pulled him and said that he had to make a show for entertainment, and the most important thing was to have a good time on weekdays, and a group of young generals discussed it privately, and went to Fan Lane to find a few more girls at night, and slaughtered Du waste materials, and asked him to bleed hemorrhage.

In short, if you don't go in vain, you won't go in vain.

Qin Yang thought about Wen Wanrong's hand injury at that time, and said a few perfunctory words, but he didn't expect Song Zhi, who had always had no concept of time, to come on time more than any time.

Wen Wanrong sent him to the door of the house, and subconsciously asked, "Are you coming back tonight?" ”

"Let's go back." Qin Yang took the coat in the tortoiseshell's hand, responded casually, and left.

Walking under the porch, he remembered that he didn't say anything serious, and peeked in from the window: "Wen Wanrong, it's not a few days away from the summer, you hurry up and take care of it, the palace banquet is not a child's play, don't make extraneous branches." ”

Wen Wanrong said she knew.

Qin Yang snorted: "I know that I have to do it, and I eat the same cat food every day, and it's strange if it's good." ”

Then he knocked on the window and explained: "I will come back for dinner in the next few days, and ask the small kitchen to send you to the house to prepare." ”

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

This time she really left, Wen Wanrong stood by the window and watched his back disappear at the end of the porch, lost her mind for a long time.

For a while, it was impossible to figure out whether Qin Yang was in order to fulfill the agreement between them, or out of concern, or because he was afraid of delaying the palace banquet and had to come back to accompany her.

But whatever the reason, he was like a stone thrown into her heart, rippling on the calm waters.

However, she was not allowed to think deeply, and a figure blocked her vision.

Wen Wanrong raised her eyes, it was a tortoiseshell.

Probably there was no one else under the porch, and her tone was less polite than usual: "Miss Wen, the slave has a few words, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

Wen Wanrong nodded: "Please speak." ”

The tortoiseshell looked at her dissatisfied: "Miss Wen, since you came to Qinfu, you have always caused trouble to the second master, causing him to be trained by the old lady for three days and two times, the second master is careless, never mentioned it to you, and bought a table of cakes to make you happy, the slave has never seen him so attentive to anyone." ”

After a pause, she quickly glanced at Wen Wanrong: "The old lady said that the girl is exquisite, since Linglong, you should know what the second master is anxious about, please trouble the girl to cooperate, don't let the old lady and the second master worry about you every day." ”

The tortoiseshell's words exposed her daughter's thoughts.