The next day.

Qiao Yu felt that his illness had been cured.

Sure enough, the master said, and it would be good for the child to sweat.

She jumped out of bed, took a hot shower, and immediately felt refreshed!

"Hey, senior brother, why is your face so ugly?"

She sat on her small bench obediently and obediently, and found that Chu Weichen's eyes were blue, and she didn't sleep well at first glance.

And also.

It's the end of August, and the summer hasn't passed yet, and the senior brother is actually wearing a disciple's uniform with a standing collar and buckle.

This dress is still made in the year of Xin Mao, because it is the Year of the Rabbit, and the cuffs of the disciple's uniform that year are embroidered with a lifelike little jade rabbit, the senior brother doesn't like it, it seems to feel inconsistent with his usual majestic image, and he hasn't worn it for many years.

It would be strange to see him put on at this time.

Jiang Yin hurriedly told her to shut up and glared at her desperately.

Qiao Yu looked confused.

Wen Shu still opened his mouth and said: "Prince, you had a fever last night, and Senior Brother Weichen took care of you all night." ”

What else?

Gone?

The others, the two smaller ones don't know.

Qiao Yu sighed, ready to move the chopsticks, when he glanced at the dish, his eyes widened.

Stir-fried carrots with greens and polenta.

What kind of dark cuisine is this?

She glanced at Jiang Yin: You kid is in trouble.

Jiang Yin didn't see it, and he didn't hate carrots.

Qiao Yu glanced at Wen Shu.

Wen Shu swallowed the vegetables bitterly, and his beautiful little face was almost wrinkled together.

He doesn't know, he's been honest for days.

Qiao Yu understood.

That is, yesterday Master came over and ate in bed by himself.

The elder brother has always been clean, but the master and his old man are sloppy and sloppy, and like to hide the garbage under the bed, so doesn't that make the senior brother angry?

Of course, the master is guilty of the apprentice's back, and Qiao Yu generously expressed his understanding.

After eating a few bites of porridge indiscriminately, Qiao Yu almost didn't spit it out, and the sweet corn mixed with the strange taste of carrots made her hold back bitterly and hatefully.

Chu Weichen: Yes.

The old rental buildings do not have air conditioning, and the sweltering heat makes it even more uncomfortable in the hot summer.

Mu Wanzhi made a pot of herbal tea, watched Chu Weichen come out of the study, and invited him to come over and drink together.

Chu Weichen knelt down and sat down, took the teapot, and poured one for Mu Wanzhi.

"You and I don't have to be formal."

She still respects him very much in her heart.

The two are not from the same line.

Chu Weichen's teacher Chengwen returned to Taizu, and he was his eldest disciple, if you really want to be in accordance with the generation, the two of them can be regarded as the same generation.

Chu Weichen's action of pouring tea did not stop: "The ceremony cannot be wasted." ”

He adheres to the cultivation of etiquette in his heart, pays attention to the orderliness of the young and the old, and has strict rules, and is even stricter with himself.

Old-fashioned.

Mu Wanzhi complained about him in his heart, he still wanted to roll up his sleeves and fan the wind, it was too hot, he had been hungry for the popsicles in the refrigerator for a long time, but in the face of this wooden lump, he still drank tea.

"Why did you kneel for so long today?"

He asked casually, because he was hungry, and he was expecting Chu Weichen to hurry up and cook for him after drinking tea.

Mentioning this incident, Chu Weichen rarely revealed the embarrassment of the young man: "Incense to the ancestral master, Weichen does not dare to slack off." ”

All right.

The two had no topic to talk about, if it weren't for Qiao Yu in the middle, Mu Wanzhi wouldn't want to be with Chu Weichen, and he felt awkward.

He wanted to say, you're done with tea, hurry up and cook.

Or, you hurry up and drink the tea, I'm a little hungry.

But I didn't want to, just when Mu Wanzhi was thinking about how to speak, he saw that Chu Weichen's buckle was loose.

"Hey, why do you have a tooth mark on your neck, who bit it?"

The boy's face flushed.

Four chapters, today is the hard-working little eighteen.

Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommended ticket, ask for a Xiaoxiang ticket.

Your support is the infinite motivation of the eighteen.

(End of chapter)