Chunju was about to go to the kitchen to serve porridge, but saw a figure suddenly appear in the kitchen, almost knocking Chunju down, and the frightened girl immediately screamed.

"Ah, there is a thief! Come, catch the thief, catch the thief!"

Zhuang Meiyan saw the person coming out of the kitchen, she had been poisoned by food, and she was already palpitating, and then she heard Chunju shouting that there was a thief, her blood was boiling, and she didn't want to think about it, so she grabbed the small bench next to her and threw it over.

What strength does she have as a little woman, it is good to be able to lift the small bench above her head, but this throw is not accurate, and it almost hit Chunju's leg. Chunju was still brave, and grabbed the back corner of the man's robe.

The man fell to the ground with limited mobility, Han Niu'er was the fastest of the three, a tiger pounced, pressed the man tightly under him, and at the same time raised a fist the size of a garlic bowl, threatening: "Who are you? What do you want to do secretly?"

Chunju let out an "oops" and said in surprise: "Why are you?"

Zhuang Meiyan's body was still trembling slightly, but she had regained her composure, and Wen Yan comforted her mother. She cautiously approached the "thief", trying to see the man's face clearly.

It seems to be a young man, and his face is not familiar to Meiyan, and he is definitely not from the mansion.

That face was a typical big flower face, gray-white-brown alternately depicted, the forehead horns were broken at some point, and there was a little black and purple blood, and it looked embarrassed. Only a pair of big eyes, clear and clear, can clearly reflect all the true aspects of the world, those eyes looked at everyone around him innocently and helplessly, dazed and helpless, and finally that gaze fell on the charm of the face.

Somehow, Zhuang Meiyan's heart trembled slightly, as if she had seen something very familiar—her mother sometimes looked at her like that.

Zhuang Meiyan turned her face away, she couldn't bear to see such a look, and said softly to Han Niu'er: "Brother Niu, let him go first, look at his appearance, he doesn't look like a bad person." ”

Han Niu'er let go of her hand and frowned: "We met this person in the town, why did he follow us back to the village?"

Zhuang Meiyan didn't know what to do, and looked at Chunju suspiciously, and the latter pouted.

Han Niu'er continued: "He is a fool, he usually walks around the town, and Sister Chunju saw a few children bullying him, so she stepped forward to help him drive the children away, and bought him a steamed bun. probably thought that Sister Chunju was good to him, so he came along. ”

Chunju said angrily: "I followed the slave maid in the town, and the slave maid obviously drove him away, who knew that he would follow him to the village, and he would not give this fool steamed buns to eat--"

Chunju knew that she had said the wrong thing, and lowered her head in fear, not daring to look at Zhuang Meiyan, Rao was like this, she still felt Zhuang Meiyan's faintly angry gaze shooting towards her.

Zhuang Meiyan's mother has been crazy for many years, and she can't hear others say things like "crazy and stupid".

Zhuang Meiyan didn't get angry with Chunju, but just looked at the young man who was still lying on the ground trembling with pity, pulled him up with his free hand, and patted the dirt on his body.

He was wearing a set of dirty clothes, which were broken several times, and he could no longer see the original background color, mud stains, oil stains, and I don't know how many days he had not cleaned them.

Zhuang Meiyan persuaded Han Niu'er away, sent Chunju to the kitchen to cook, brought hot water from a copper basin, soaked a square handkerchief and twisted it, and carefully wiped the young man's face. The boy seemed to know that she had no ill will, and obediently raised his face, very obedient.

When Zhuang Meiyan was helping him clean, he found that the skin of his face and hands was very delicate, and although the clothes were very dirty, he could barely make out the intricate and delicate patterns embroidered on the edges of the cuffs, and the texture was also very good.

Wiping off the filth on his face, Zhuang Meiyan found that his face was much better than he imagined, very handsome, especially when he squinted his eyes and smiled, the corners of his mouth hooked up a natural arc, and instantly became a little charming. However, in the next moment, the arc of the smile became larger, and the corners of the mouth were exaggeratedly cracked, revealing white teeth.

"Huh. He laughed silly and whispered, "Lady!"

Zhuang Meiyan was turning around and tying a square handkerchief in the copper basin, so he didn't hear what he muttered clearly.

"Lady!"

This sound was crisp, Zhuang Meiyan's figure froze, and he looked back at him in surprise, only to see his eyes shining, staring at Zhuang Meiyan with a flattering face.

Zhuang Meiyan was embarrassed and said in a low voice: "Don't scream, I'm not your lady." ”

The young man scratched his scalp and said, "They say that the woman who is good to me is either my mother or my mother, so are you my mother or my mother?"

Zhuang Meiyan was even more embarrassed, and waved her hand again and again.

Chunju rushed to the yard, holding a rice spoon, pointing at the young man and shouting angrily: "You ...... What are you calling?"

The young man stared innocently at the big eyes, glanced at Chunju, and continued to look at Zhuang Meiyan, shouting unrelentingly: "You are not that old, then you are a lady!"

"You--"

Chunju was speechless with anger, holding a rice spoon and wanting to hit him, the young man was very clever, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately hid behind Mei Yan, curled up, and shouted pitifully: "Lady, save me!"

Zhuang Meiyan opened her hands and stopped Chunju and persuaded: "Okay, he is delirious, just let him call whatever he wants, what are you calling him." Yo, what's that smell?"

Chunju snorted, suddenly changed color, and shouted, "It's not good, my dish is mushy." ”

Mei Yan couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle, the young man saw Mei Yan smile, the panic on his face gradually faded, and he smirked.

"What's your name?" asked softly, continuing to comb his black hair.

The boy didn't know how to answer, just smirked, hooked his fingers around his scattered hair, and pulled it back and forth.

Mei Yan sighed softly, thinking to herself, I don't know which family's son and brother this is, once in trouble, living on the streets, it is worse than a beggar.

She remembered her young brother in her heart, and she didn't know that he was doing well alone in the house.

Chunju finished frying the vegetables, came to the yard again, and heard Meiyan ask the young man's name, and pouted, "How can he know his name like this?"

The young man looked up at the charming face and said seriously: "Name, there are some." You are a lady, I am a father-in-law. They said that a woman who is good to me is a lady, hehe. ”

Chunju became more and more annoyed, and couldn't help but scold: "You little white--"

Little idiot, the last word was finally swallowed back into her stomach, but the look on her face was eager to grab the young man's collar and beat him fiercely.

The young man leaned over to Mei Yan a little frightened, nodded and said, "Then I'm the lady's little white husband, hehe!"

Mei Yan and Chunju looked at each other, and instead, Mei Yan smiled and shook her head, not impressed, but Chunju was so angry.

"How can this be done? He is talking nonsense, and being heard by others will damage the reputation of the young lady. The slave and the maid must teach him a lesson. ”

"Alright, alright, it's time to eat. ”

"If you talk nonsense, you won't allow him to eat......"

"Alright, alright!"

"Hungry...... I'm hungry!" an old voice protested.

"Hungry...... Let's chirp, chirp...... Snoring. "Someone has taken it upon themselves while they are not noticing, and they are enjoying themselves.

"Oh! don't eat it all!"

"Alas, mother, don't rob him!"

......