The well-behaved and lovely Miss Ling'er has lived in the Jin Mansion for a long time, and in addition to her cousin's residence, Ling'er likes to run to this remote courtyard the most.

It's not because it's quiet and quiet, but because there's a lonely teenager waiting for her to save it.

Obviously, the image of a cold and rational teenager in Ling'er's mind is quite pitiful.

The little girl, though small in stature, acted very maturely and generously, took the paper bag and rushed into the courtyard, calling out cheerfully.

"Luo'er! Luo'er! This is a specially made chicken called flower chicken, grandma taught me, can you taste it too?"

A warm voice, with a pretended old posture, sounded by the door a hundred meters away.

"Ling'er, you run slowly, don't fall, my mother will blame me again. Ling'er, it's still early, don't worry, don't run so fast. ”

The half-meter-tall figure already has the posture of a little adult.

Miss Ling'er laughed, and in Luo'er's slightly expectant gaze, she turned around and ran back.

"Cousin, it's not that I'm running fast, it's obviously that you're running too slow. Cousin, I'll take you by the hand so you can go faster. Cousin, it's cold for a while, and it's not delicious. ”

Ling'er ran and jumped while chattering happily.

moved quickly, ran straight to the door, took his cousin's hand, carried the paper bag, and ran towards the boy who was standing silently.

The maid who followed her cousin's whole face darkened, but Ling'er didn't notice it at all.

In the maid's heart, she met her cousin first, so her cousin is hers.

No one, whether it was another maid or a noble lady, could snatch Childe away from him.

In the future, I will be the mistress of this golden mansion, and only by holding the son firmly in my hands and pulling his heart can I sit firmly in my position.

The maid had a black face and followed behind the son, exuding resentment all over her body.

Luo'er looked at the hands that were pulling each other, and the joy on her face was hidden for a moment.

Indifference and calmness returned to that immature face, his eyelids were slightly constricted, looking at the soles of his feet that had grown a lot on the ground, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of grievance in his heart.

"Luo'er, you can taste my special flower chicken. This is the only one, and there are no branches. ”

The paper bag was handed to Luo'er, and a pair of soft and delicate hands were stained with gray soil, which looked dirty, but not annoying.

Luo'er raised her gaze slightly, and her cold gaze looked a lot calmer, and it landed on Ling'er.

However, Ling'er's heart is not in Luo'er.

just turned his head and looked at the young man in a gorgeous costume beside him, chattering non-stop.

"Cousin, is that what Grandma said? This is the only one, there are no branches, I learned right?"

Luo'er's eyes involuntarily focused on the boy, unconsciously making comparisons.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were similar to Luo'er's, but the clothes on his body were more expensive, and his face was more extended, like a round flatbread.

Unlike Luo'er, the boy exudes a warm and generous temperament and seems to be more approachable, while Luo'er seems a little lonely and unattainable.

The young man was asked by Ling'er at this moment, and touched his forehead a little ignorantly, looking confused.

There are so many old grandmothers in the house, who can remember which one is which.

However, since Ling'er said that it was taught to her by her grandmother, maybe she was the kitchen cook.

The young man frowned, thought about it again, and found that there was no image of a grandmother in his impression at all, so he could only shrug his shoulders and answer a little helplessly.

"I guess so, I don't remember exactly. ”

When Ling'er heard her cousin's simple words, she knew that he was a little perfunctory, but she didn't take it to heart, and still emphasized Grandma's words and stated it firmly.

"Grandma always said that, there is only this one, there is no other branch, I am sure I will not be mistaken. ”

Ling'er and her cousin talked to each other, because they were young and their thinking jumped fast, they quickly changed the topic, and the sense of cordial familiarity naturally revealed, which made the original joy in Luo'er's heart dim a little.

I thought that Ling'er was specially coming to visit her, but it turned out that everything was self-inflicted.

It has been more than half a month since my mother left, and I have been waiting for her, believing that one day she will come back.

However, today, at this lively moment, Luo'er is a little unsure whether her mother will come back.

Perhaps, my mother didn't belong to me in the first place, so she wouldn't be by her side all the time.

Just like Miss Ling'er, who is chatting happily at the moment, she doesn't belong to herself, how can she ask for luxury.

Perhaps, I was born more alone than I am.

"Cousin, isn't the chicken I roasted particularly delicious?"

The young man looked at the somewhat greasy paper bag, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, but he did not dare to refute it.

Just nodded slightly, echoing Ling'er's intentions.

"Although I haven't eaten it yet, I know that Ling'er roasted flower chicken is the best. ”

Because of her pampering, Ling'er can't tell the truth in her cousin's words at all.

According to the literal meaning of her cousin, Ling'er instantly became a little triumphant, and her delicate nose seemed to be more upright in the sun.

"Of course, Grandma said that I have the most talent to become a chef. ”

Luo'er frowned, thinking for the first time that this half-brother was such an eyesore.

Perhaps, when her cousin is not by Ling'er's side, her attention will be on herself.

The light gaze fell on the door, and the mother still did not return, as if she had forgotten herself.

Luo'er couldn't help but look at Ling'er in front of her again, and suddenly found that she was so humble and pitiful.

The maid followed behind the two, biting her lip tightly, unable to control the anger and jealousy on her face.

Although Luo'er doesn't like the maid, because she often sees it, she can easily distinguish the emotions and thoughts on her face.

Inadvertently, I found the same expression on the maid's face, and my mood suddenly relaxed.

It turns out that there are other people who are the same as themselves, have the same state of mind, like but can't get it, it turns out that they are all the same.

The corners of Luo'er's lips, which had been suppressed, became calm.

The originally calm heart was once again active.

Even if it doesn't belong to you forever, as long as you can always be with her.

"It's so dark, can you really eat it?"

A light voice, with a hint of cautious questioning.

Those clear eyes were filled with a hint of expectation and gratitude.

After my mother left, the compound was almost deserted.

In the past half a month, only Ling'er has taken her cousin to see herself.

Ling'er's lively head turned around, and suddenly fell in touch with the chair next to her.

Luo'er was still a little stunned, and Ling'er had already passed by his side and walked to the chair.

There was a faint scent of soaphorn wafting through the air, and the tips of her hair were dyed with golden light, slightly raised, looking beautiful and unique, and that uniqueness was the unique youth of a girl.

"Of course you can eat it, I'll eat a piece first, you can take a look. It's definitely no problem, it's very delicious, and every step is in accordance with Grandma's teachings. ”

Ling'er put the paper bag on the chair, and the back of the close guard was a little busy, making people want to hold it in her arms.

The hand that was slightly outstretched took a hundred percent effort to retract it.

The fragrant smell came out of the paper packet, and the smell of burnt was more pronounced, floating in the air.

Luo'er looked at Ling'er, who was trying to eat chicken legs, and the reluctant expression on her face that she was disgusted but had to continue eating, was so cute and special in Luo'er's eyes, and there was no recognition to compare.

Just looking at it is a kind of satisfaction, Luo'er has a smile on her lips, casually swept the young cousin next to her, picked up another chicken leg, put it in her mouth, and ate it in a big gulp.

While eating, it is rare not to spare your praise.

"It's delicious, and Ling'er has a talent for being a cook. ”