Mao Tongtong resisted the urge to grind his teeth and tried to squeeze out a smile. The eighth master said again without being salty, "The skin is not smiling." ”

Clenching the hands in his sleeves, Mao Tongtong secretly lucked. Grandma's, she's not a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. If it goes on like this, she really can't guarantee that she won't break out.

"Master, the porridge is here." Chen Guo came in at this time and brought the porridge directly to the bedside.

The eighth master lay as steady as Mount Tai, and Mao Tongtong resigned himself to serving a bowl of porridge to feed him.

The rice porridge should be boiled for a long time, each rice grain has boiled flowers, and the surface is covered with rice oil, and you can smell the obvious aroma of rice.

Mao Tongtong hasn't had lunch yet! This will feed the eighth master, it is simply a kind of torment.

Smelling the fragrance wafting from the bowl, she swallowed unconsciously. A smile flashed in the eighth master's eyes.

"This rice porridge is good, reward." The eighth master said.

As soon as the words fell, Mao Tongtong's stomach made a gurgling sound.

What a shame! Mao Tongtong blushed suddenly, buried his head, and stopped feeding the porridge.

The eighth master's eyes were full of mocking smiles, and Chen Guo on the side also couldn't help but laugh and tremble.

"Chen Guo, let people pass on the food."

"Yes."

The eighth master reached out and took the porridge bowl from Mao Tongtong's hand, and drank the porridge himself in her surprised gaze, "You also serve a bowl, put a cushion first." ”

Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment and said, "Slave and maid thank you for being compassionate."

was also hungry, and before the eighth master drank the remaining half of the bowl of porridge, Mao Tongtong had already eaten a bowl of porridge. Seeing that the eighth master was amused again.

After a while, meals from the kitchen were delivered.

This time it was prepared for Mao Tongtong alone, but there were also two cold dishes, four hot dishes, and a cup of soup. She will not be reserved and polite anymore, and sit here with peace of mind and eat slowly.

Hmph, the eighth master can use porridge to satisfy her, and she can also use meals to satisfy the eighth master!

It's just that the eighth master's concentration is of course better than her, and he reads the book by himself, and he is not affected by her at all.

After finishing the meal, Mao Tongtong began to feel sleepy. But the eighth master slept all morning, and this would be in good spirits, so he asked her to take the big characters written and read them.

"Today's story isn't finished yet." Mao Tongtong hurriedly said. Looking at today's posture, I can't figure out that the next time will be in the eighth master's service, she still has fifteen sheets left to write!

The eighth master glanced at her and said, "There is still time at night."

Mao Tongtong couldn't help but widen his eyes, why is this person so harsh! She's sick here, what's wrong with writing a few less?

"The light is not good at night, and it hurts my eyes." She finally couldn't help but retort.

The eighth master was slightly stunned, glanced at it, looked down at the big characters she wrote, and didn't say whether to write it at night.

Mao Tongtong saw that he didn't speak, and he didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only sit on the side.

"How long did you write yesterday?" After a while, the eighth master asked.

"Morning and afternoon, a total of three hours of writing." Mao Tongtong replied. Three hours is six hours. Mao Tongtong still wrote so hard when he was studying in modern times.

The eighth master raised his eyebrows slightly, bowed slightly, and said, "It's been some effort."

Mao Tongtong pulled the corners of her mouth, she wasn't scared yet!

"It seems that it can still be written, but it's just lazy." The eighth master returned the big characters to Mao Tongtong.

She took it and squeezed out a smile, and was about to speak, when she heard the eighth master say again: "Therefore, today's fifty big characters must be missing."

The smile that Mao Tongtong just squeezed out froze on his face!

"Go, just write here." The eighth master nodded at the bookcase on the side.

"Yes." The word Mao Tongtong is simply squeezed out from between his teeth.

The eighth master didn't seem to hear anything unusual, and looked at the book again.

Over there, Chen Guo had already laid out the paper and ink, and Mao Tongtong walked over slowly, trying to hold back the yawn, and picked up the pen to write.

The room was quiet for a while, and only occasionally the sound of the eighth master turning the book could be heard.

Mao Tongtong was so sleepy. Sure enough, when you are full, your brain is starved of oxygen. She dozed off as she wrote, a drop of ink on the paper, and the half-written words were wasted.

She hurriedly glanced up at the eighth master quietly, and saw that he didn't pay attention to this side at all, and crumpled the paper that had just been written into a ball in three clicks.

It's just that this person is sleepy, and he really can't stop it. Mao Tongtong yawned and endured tears, while constantly writing waste. Half an hour has passed, and there are only two or three that can be used!

She glared at the culprit fiercely, and simply stood up with her pen and fell asleep.

This unique skill was practiced by her in her previous life.

In college, in order to earn her tuition and living expenses, she worked several jobs in her spare time, and was often busy until the moment the dormitory closed. Sometimes homework just has to stay up late. So I often don't get enough sleep. Later, she developed the skill of sleeping with all the time available. For example, on the subway or bus, whether she is sitting or standing, quiet or noisy, she can sleep in seconds!

I didn't expect that when she came to the Qing Dynasty, she could still use this skill.

The eighth master has actually been listening to Mao Tongtong's movements all the time. Although she is careful. But the room was so quiet, how could the sound of kneading paper not be heard.

Seeing her scrap one after another, yawning little by little, the eighth master thought it was very interesting. It was the first time he had seen anyone fall asleep standing and writing.

Because he wanted to see how long Mao Tongtong would last, the eighth master didn't speak.

I haven't heard the sound of kneading paper for a long time, and the eighth master thought that she was too sleepy, and began to write seriously. Unexpectedly, as soon as I looked up, I saw that she was still standing steadily, and the pen was also held, but it was already crooked. With his head down, he seemed to be looking at the rice paper in front of him, but if you look closely, you can see that the eyes are not open at all!

I actually fell asleep! The eighth master glanced at Chen Guo, who was waiting beside him, and saw that he nodded awkwardly, and he didn't know what to say.

Putting down the book in his hand, the eighth master got out of bed. Chen Guo wanted to come over to help him, but was stopped by his eyes.

The eighth master deliberately lightened his steps, walked to the bookcase and looked at Mao Tongtong carefully. He wondered, how could there be such a woman? I can sleep secretly when I write in front of him, and this is a little bolder!

But let's say that this woman is bold, and she looks like she is compromising on weekdays. Even if he gritted his teeth in anger, he could still hold back, making him think that she was a timid and cowardly woman.

The eighth master suddenly had the intention of teasing, reached out and quietly pulled out the pen in Mao Tongtong's hand, ready to dip some ink in a black mole on the side of her mouth. Who knew that Mao Tongtong was very surprised, and suddenly opened his eyes and sobered up!

"Why did the master get out of bed?"

"Come and study how you sleep while standing?" Eight Masters said.