Chapter 65: Promise Not to Blatantly Covet My Master
The Fourth Master didn't know the impact of his words, so he took the spoon from the wine-warmer's hand, scooped a mouthful of fruit and ate it, nodding suddenly: "It tastes good."
Then he glanced at Li and frowned again: "I really don't understand why you women don't want to see a doctor, as if the doctor is cannibalistic."
As he said this, he squinted his eyes and glanced at Wenjiu.
The past was too painful to recall, so Wenjiu immediately lowered his head to reduce his presence, so as to prevent the Fourth Master from recalling the bad past.
The Fourth Master's gaze shuttled back and forth between Wen Jiu and Li, finally settling on Li's face: "Could it be that you are also pretending?"
Wenjiu saw the Fourth Master's eyes clearly and understood his words immediately. He said "Amitabha" to Li in his heart, "Please accept my condolences, female donor."
She still had some impression of how the Fourth Master dealt with her when she pretended to be sick...and she didn't really want to look back on the past.
"My Lord, how can you say that to me? When have I ever lied to you?" When Li saw that the Fourth Master actually drank milk, she was shocked by his words before she could even be surprised.
She had used these tricks before, and Lord Beile never doubted it!
For so long, she had thought that Prince Baylor had acquiesced. Hearing him say this today, was he really suspecting that she was faking illness?
It’s all her fault, that bitch Wen Jiu. If she hadn’t come, the prince would definitely not have thought of going there.
Also, what's that look in her eyes?
I am the most favored concubine in the mansion. When will it be her turn to sympathize with me?
"How dare you!" Li was furious, looking at Wen Jiu with a cold gaze: "How dare you disrespect this concubine? Who gave you the courage?"
Inadvertently speaking too loudly, the grape that the Fourth Master had finally scooped out of his spoon tilted and fell onto the table. The Fourth Master frowned, and before he could say anything, Li immediately knelt down.
"My Lord, it's my fault. I was really mad at her and lost my mind..." Li clutched her handkerchief tightly and looked at the Fourth Master nervously.
"You're right," the Fourth Master turned to look at Wen Jiu, "Who gave you the courage? Even if you covet me, you can't come here and rob me so brazenly. It's too shameful to be greedy."
Li looked puzzled. Lord Beile wasn't angry?
Wen Jiu also knelt down: "Master, I promise not to covet you so blatantly in the future."
Li looked at Wen Jiu as if he were a fool. Was she asking such a blatant question? Was she okay?
But then, I heard the Fourth Master at the top say, "That's about right."
Li: “???”
Fourth Master: "Ms. Li, I suddenly remembered that you weren't feeling well. Why do you look so full of energy to me?"
The Fourth Master narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness permeating his expression.
Li immediately covered her head and said, "I've always had headaches. I've seen the palace doctor before, and he said it's nothing serious. Lord Beile, have you forgotten?"
The Fourth Master remembered that Li had seen a doctor before, so he nodded and said, "Forget it, don't kneel down, stand up."
While listening to the two people talking, he finished his bowl of fruit salad and looked at the warm wine: "This tastes good. Let's have a few more bowls and try them together." He was in a good mood today and didn't bother with trivial matters.
Li felt relieved and was helped to sit down by the maid, her cold eyes fixed on the warm wine.
She had underestimated her in the past. This woman was not someone to be trifled with.
Bitch, if she doesn't teach her a lesson, she'll probably make a scene.
[Ding, the love bracelet has been upgraded to a hateful heart, from a competitor.]
[Ding, the test yielded an Advanced Heart of Hatred, and a Rebirth Flower Seed as a reward.]
Wen Jiu looked at the black heart with black air gradually coming out of Li's head, and knew that this person probably wanted to skin her alive.
Skin it, skin it, she lost so many lives accidentally. Wen Jiu felt that if he didn't take the opportunity to exploit her, he would be a fool, so he said: "Forgive me, sir, I really can't honor my concubine, so I made less food, just this small bowl, specially for you."
As soon as these words were spoken, Li's face turned even darker.
At this moment, she wanted to tear the smile off Wenjiu's face. She was so angry. She didn't even act properly. It was obvious that she came here to snatch the prince's food. She didn't even ask for an extra portion!
Wen Jiu looked at the hatred that emerged from Li's head with sparkling eyes.
Tsk tsk, this woman's hatred is much better than Song's.
Li was confused by her gaze and subconsciously took a half step back. For some reason, the image of her touching her face last time came to her mind, and she felt inexplicably scared.
The Fourth Master also looked at Wen Jiu and asked, "Is that really all?"
She had just told Fourteen not long ago that she would only cook for herself. This little thing was not honest.
"Yes, that's right." Wen Jiu felt that even if the king of heaven came, she wouldn't be able to do it.
The Fourth Master looked at Wen Jiu calmly without blinking, then glanced at Li Shi. He naturally felt that Li Shi's status was not as noble as that of the Fourteenth Young Master, so it was normal for Wen Jiu not to give her face. He waved his hand and said, "That's all right."
As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks and wanted to eat, but after all this trouble, the food had gone cold. The Fourth Master didn't know what to eat for a moment.
Li immediately ordered, "Come here, serve the food again."
He poured another bowl of old duck soup and said, "My Lord, have some soup. It's still warm and you can still drink it."
The Fourth Master flipped the food twice with a spoon, his appetite gone.
It's not that he doesn't like the food on this table; in fact, he still likes it. But after eating it for a long time, he's bound to get tired of it. But the servants around him are smart enough to think that he likes it and serve it to him every day.
He said that if he didn't like something once, he would never see it again.
Take milk, for example. While he didn't particularly like it, it wasn't to the point of being inedible. It was simply that one day, when he was little, he got tired of it and said, "Don't serve it to me for the next few days." Now that he thought about it, it seemed like he hadn't seen milk on his table in ten years.
The same was true in the backyard. The meals for Li and his wife were almost exactly the same. His favorite meals, old duck soup, braised beef bones, and roasted deer tendons were all guaranteed to be available.
Occasionally he would go to Song's place, hoping to have something new with her, but her princess's regular menu also included a dish of braised deer tendons with old duck soup and beef bones, so there was never anything new in it.
Besides, I ate a lot of fried chicken with warm wine today, which made me feel quite greasy. Now when I think about it, I really miss the small wontons in clear soup that I had that day, as well as the fried wontons that were crispy but not greasy at all.
"Did you make anything else to eat?"
The Fourth Master just felt that Wenjiu was a smart person. She knew that she wanted to eat wontons, so she must have prepared them a long time ago, right?
Wen Jiu nodded: "Of course I did. Do you want to try it?"
[Warning: The mandatory mission has only ten minutes left. If you fail, all your lives will be deducted. Please take this seriously...]
Wenjiu: “…” When did she stop being serious?
The Fourth Master was satisfied with Wenjiu's answer and nodded: "Okay, then go and bring it over."
Wenjiu: “…” Shouldn’t you say that you should come back to Qingliang Pavilion with me to eat something?
Mrs. Li was happy to hear this: "Sister, please go quickly. Dongchan, you go and keep her company so that Sister Wen won't be lonely."
Dong Chan took a step forward, bowed slightly, and smiled with a rather malicious smile: "Miss, please."
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