After the eighth master returned home, he was also slightly stunned when he heard the news of Wang's death.

It seems that people who have been forgotten for a long time have only been talked about in the past two years. Thinking about it carefully, he could still remember Wang's appearance.

"The concubine let the steward of the Zhuangzi be buried according to the rules of Gege." Guo Luo Luo said lightly.

"Well, so be it." The eighth master said, thought about it, and said again, "Let someone send a letter to her home." ”

is also the daughter of a good family, and there has been no news since she entered the palace. Now that they are no longer alive, they must always be told.

"Yes, the concubine knows." Guo Luo Luo answered.

Although the Wang family has not been favored by the eighth master, the news of death will always make people feel a little sad.

The eighth master didn't want to stay in Guo Luoluo's place for long, so he said a word to let her have a good rest, and left.

For the eighth master not resting in Yile Yuan last night, Guo Luo Luo didn't care. All her energy is on her stomach now, and she doesn't care about everything else.

The sun is out today, and it is a sunny day. But sunny days after snow are colder. The eighth master looked up at the sky that had already darkened, and quickened the pace of going to Yile Garden.

Mao Tongtong is asking the kitchen to prepare a mutton soup pot. On such a cold day, this is what she loves the most.

"What kind of dishes do you want to cook today?" Qingzhu asked.

I all know that the eighth master went to the main courtyard again when he returned to the house today, and he thought that he would talk about the Wang family, so I was afraid that he would stay there for dinner, so Qingzhu didn't mention the eighth master.

"Let's go with more vegetables, as well as tofu, fungus and the like." Mao Tongtong thought about it and added, "One plate of mutton slices is enough, and I can't eat much by myself." ”

"Okay, slave and maid, let's go talk to the kitchen." Qingzhu replied with a smile, turned around and walked out, and saw the door curtain lifted, and the eighth master walked in head-on.

"Lord Belle is auspicious!" Qingzhu hurriedly saluted.

Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment before getting up and said, "Why did you come here?" ”

"Tongtong doesn't wait for his grandfather to eat?" The eighth master asked.

"I thought I was using it in the main courtyard!" Mao Tongtong blurted out.

The eighth master came over and sat down next to her, and said, "I can't eat well with her." ”

Mao Tongtong smiled, didn't mention Guo Luo Luo, and said: "If the master wants to come, I won't say it in advance, if it's a little later, I'll have to eat." ”

"Can't you add a pair of chopsticks to your grandfather after eating?" The eighth master smiled.

Mao Tongtong smiled and said to Qingzhu: "Add two more plates of meat, mix a shredded radish, make a basket of steamed cakes, and see if there are any fresh side dishes to get a few more." ”

"Yes, slave and maid will go." Qingzhu silently wrote it down, and then went out.

"I can't eat so much by myself." The eighth master smiled: "I heard you say just now that as long as you have a plate of meat, a little green vegetables and tofu, you don't even have a staple food." ”

"Okay, master eavesdropping!" Mao Tongtong glanced at the eighth master and said: "Of course, one person needs less to eat, besides, the master is working hard every day now, so he naturally eats more." ”

"Master didn't come last night, does Tongtong miss him?" The eighth master put his arm around her and asked.

"I see my grandfather every day, but I haven't seen him all night, and I feel fine." Mao Tongtong said. She was telling the truth, and she didn't think much about it at all.

When the eighth master heard this, his heart was a little unbalanced. He thought that he didn't feel used to sleeping last night, but Mao Tongtong actually said that it was okay!

"If you don't sleep with your grandfather in your arms, Tongtong won't be unaccustomed?" The eighth master asked again.

Mao Tongtong glanced at him a little strangely, and said, "Didn't you stay awake last night without me, right?" ”

The eighth master smiled awkwardly and said, "Master is a big man, so he doesn't have the habit of sleeping at night to be accompanied." ”

"Oh." Mao Tongtong responded.

The eighth master thought that she would ask something, or say something, but who knew that Mao Tongtong had no follow-up. So much so that what he said just now was a bit of a meaning that there was no silver three hundred taels here.

In fact, Mao Tongtong was smiling in her heart, and she was a little proud. Habits are a terrible thing, and once you become dependent on a habit, it's hard to get rid of it.

Although the eighth master didn't admit it, he had already shown it in his words just now, and he was now used to having her by his side when he went to bed at night!

In fact, Mao Tongtong herself feels this way. When the eighth master is away, she can also sleep, but when she first goes to bed, she doesn't fall asleep as fast as she usually does, and she always has to toss and turn.

Of course, she didn't plan to say this to the eighth master. She didn't want to make this man proud!

Soon the pots from the kitchen arrived.

Because I know Mao Tongtong's habits, on a cold day like this, the small kitchen prepares mutton soup. Even if you don't eat the pot, it's a great idea to use the noodles under that soup for supper at night.

And fresh lamb and all kinds of vegetables, soy products, this is ready-made. Just wash it and cut it quickly.

Mao Tongtong first served a bowl of milk-white mutton soup to the eighth master, "The master drank it first to warm his stomach." ”

The eighth master has been busy and thin these days, and he can't use his lunch well. Only every night when Mao Tongtong makes up for it.

Yesterday's incident affected the mood, and today's incident happened to Wang's family, and the eighth master had no appetite to eat. But a bowl of hot mutton soup is drunk with a little peppery spiciness, which makes people immediately appetizing.

This dinner is very enjoyable. Mao Tongtong later asked Qingzhu to go to the kitchen to add things, and they were almost eaten up! When the two of them put away the chopsticks, they both felt a little supportive.

"Take a walk with your grandfather?" The eighth master looked at Mao Tongtong.

"In the yard?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"Let's go for a walk in the garden." Eight Masters said.

"Now?" Mao Tongtong glanced out the window, and now it was dark outside.

The eighth master nodded and said, "Let's go with the master." ”

This time, there was a bit of pleading in the eighth master's tone. Mao Tongtong thought about Wang's affairs today, so he agreed, "Okay, I'll accompany my grandfather for a walk." Let's call it moon viewing on a winter night! She smiled widely.

The eighth master was infected by her smile, and also laughed, and said, "Don't have a mood." ”

It's already cold, and it's going to be even colder. The eighth master tied a thick fox fur to Mao Tongtong, and stuffed the stove in her hand, and then left the house.

The cold air outside was blowing in his face, Mao Tongtong subconsciously shrunk his neck, and the concerned voice of the eighth master beside him had already sounded, "Can you still stand it?" If it's too cold, let's go back to the house. ”

Mao Tongtong shook his head, although it was a little cold, the cold air was shocking. "It's not cold when you walk around." Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

"Let's go, then." The eighth master also smiled.

Chen Guo and Qingzhu were carrying lanterns in front, and the eighth master took Mao Tongtong's hand in the back and walked slowly.

In the night sky, a bright moon is exceptionally bright, and the faint moonlight shines on people to create a hazy feeling, like a dream.