Zhihua's son had already instructed the little maid to serve the sobering soup, and when he saw Shi Jin enter the second room, he nodded in the direction of the eight-fan gold silk embroidered bamboo screen, "Go and bring some hot water to the master, and take a clean handkerchief by the way." ”

Shi Jin nodded, turned around the screen, and saw the wide-brimmed copper basin on the mahogany basin shelf.

She picked up the copper basin, pulled a soapy handkerchief, turned around and walked out of the house, walked to the corner door kitchen, asked Aunt Zhao for hot water, mixed the temperature, and then walked back to the main room with steady steps.

As soon as he entered the inner room, Zhihua had already given the decanting soup to the second master. The little maid Mo saw Shi Jin holding a copper basin and hurriedly beckoned her over.

Shi Jin pursed his lips, quickened his steps, and brought the copper basin to the side of the yellow rosewood Luohan couch.

The waiter was quick, took a white handkerchief and soaked it in warm water, wrung it half-dry, and then handed it to the half-squinted person on the Luohan floor.

It was the first time Shi Jin had seen such a high-ranking disciple.

She peeked at it, and saw the man on the Luohan couch with starry eyebrows and a high nose. Although his eyes are half-narrowed, his eyelashes are thick like wings, and he has a handsome face that does not distinguish between joy and anger, and his color is like spring dawn and his eyebrows are picturesque.

The man's lips pursed slightly, and his slender fingers with distinct bones took the handkerchief in Shi Mo's hand in a relaxed manner, wiped his hands and face, and then he was too tired to open his eyelids.

Shi Jin only felt a pair of cold eyes sweep over him, and he couldn't help but hurriedly lower his head.

Although Zhihua was reckless, he read the displeasure in the eyes of the second master. She hurriedly pulled Shi Jin and said, "This is a maid sent by the old lady, named Shi Jin, who said that it was for the second master." ”

The man rubbed the corners of his forehead impatiently and didn't say anything.

He waved his hand and said, "Do you have a meal?" ”

At this moment, Zhihua and Shimo were surprised.

In the afternoon, Shi Mo also ran back to respond, saying that the second master was drinking outside, and he was afraid that he would be late when he came back.

The implication is that there is also the meaning of the second master eating outside.

But Shi Mo didn't expect that the second master drank the wine well, and somehow, he put down his glass, and under the pretext that there was something at home, he gave up a group of classmates and friends, and went back to the Hou Mansion alone.

He came back this time unexpectedly, but in the end, Si Qi ordered the kitchen to prepare food before leaving, and it was not a hurry.

Zhihua nodded hurriedly, "The kitchen prepares food for the master, and the slave maid will let people set the meal." ”

After she finished speaking, she went to the kitchen with a little maid outside the door, and brought the food simmering on the stove into a food box.

Shi Jin looked at his nose and nose and heart, lowered his head and set up a meal with Zhihua.

On the table of the eight immortals of rosewood, three dishes and one soup were placed after a while.

Steamed fish, cold bamboo shoots, slate tofu, and a lotus leaf soup to cool off the heat.

Because I don't know that the second master came back to eat, the food preparation was a little shabby.

The second master, Qi Mojing, had also changed into a homely long shirt at this time, and he sat at the table of the Eight Immortals with a relaxed attitude, looking at the canvas chopsticks.

At this time, Shimo had already left. The little guy was not allowed to spend the night in the backyard, and while the corner door was not locked, he gave the second master and went back first.

Shi Jin looked at his nose and his nose and heart, stood aside with his hands down, and stood himself alive and turned into a stake.

Qi Mojing glanced at her lightly, and his cold voice carried his usual laziness, "Can you pick a thorn?" ”

Shi Jin was stunned for a moment, and then realized the meaning of the second master's words.

She hurriedly stepped forward, picked up a clean chopstick and plate, and picked out the thorns in the fish little by little.

This work is very eye-consuming, in the past, it was Si Qi to pick thorns, Si Qi was careful, but there was no mistake.

But Shi Jin, is it okay?

Zhihua pondered in his heart for a moment, but he didn't make a sound.

Her temperament is already reckless, and if she picks on her own thorns, I'm afraid she won't be able to score half a point in time.

While eating, Qi Mojing took a booklet and looked at it carefully in his left hand, as if reading a book was serious, and eating was secondary.

Shi Jin is not comfortable at this time. She was already very hungry, and when she saw the fish, she stared at the fragrant place like a bead.

There was also a hand in her stomach that was scratching her heart and lungs, and her heart was itching badly, and even her saliva gradually became abundant.

Swallowing his saliva silently, Shi Jin gently placed a piece of fish meat with a good thorn in front of Qi Mojing, "Master, the thorn has been picked." ”

Qi Mojing's gaze glanced from behind the book, and then lowered his eyelids lightly, ignoring them.

For a moment, the whole room could be heard of pins dropping, except for the sound of pages turning and the occasional clashing of coils.

Qi Mojing ate this meal very slowly, and his slow and methodical movements were usually placed, which was the image of a pleasing noble son. But in Shi Jin's eyes, it is a heinous atrocity.

Staring at the fish and meat sandwiched on the second master's silver spoon, Shi Jin's heart also fluttered. Seeing the flesh of the fish being covered by slender and bony fingers...... The chopsticks were carried into the second master's ruddy mouth, and her eyes also stared at the second master's chewing mouth and moved.

Secretly rubbing his empty stomach, Shi Jin's eyes began to empty, and the delicious dishes in his mind also ran around like long legs.

Qi Mojing raised his head inadvertently, and saw a psychedelic smile on Shi Jin's face.

His face sank immediately, and he lost his mood for a while, and threw the silver chopstick on the plate, and his voice tightened a little, "Withdraw." ”

This sound woke up Shi Jin and also alarmed Zhihua.

Looking at the remaining Thai half of the food on the table, Shi Jin's eyes lit up.

Zhihua is not worried about his master, "But it is not to taste?" ”

Qi Mojing got up and went inward, "I don't have much appetite." ”

Zhihua didn't say anything more, and began to take Shi Jin to clean up the food on the table.

After a while, the table of the Eight Immortals was as clean as ever, with only a bone glazed bamboo branch teapot and a few matching teacups.

Shi Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to leave the room with Zhihua, when he heard Qi Mojing behind him lazily shouting to her, "That...... Shi, Jin? You stay for now. ”

Shi Jin's left foot had already stepped out of the threshold, and when she heard Second Master Qi calling her like this, she sighed in her heart, turned around and looked pleasing to her eyes, and walked slowly in front of Second Master Qi, stopping three steps away from Second Master.

"What do you have to say from the second master?" With a decent smile on her face, she lowered her eyes and asked Second Master Qi.

Second Master Qi's mood was rare and better, "If you are tired, let's settle it." Tonight you have a vigil. ”

With a bang, the string in Shi Jin's heart broke!