"Won't."
“You can’t cook either!”
At dinner time, Ziling didn't move. He just watched Yu Tongchen eat a bite of the dish made with Shanglu.
Yu Tongchen remained silent and silently swallowed the bitter food in his mouth.
"Is Shanglu always cooking like this?"
"Master, can you transfer Su Mu over here? I really can't stand eating food made by Shang Lu for a month!"
"Let him switch with Su Ye." Yu Tongchen stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the rest of the dishes, and finally ate the rice silently, "Go buy food outside these few days."
Only rice is not strange.
"Okay, I'll go right away!" Ziling put down his chopsticks and was about to run.
"Is this also what the West Wing is eating today?"
"Yes."
"Bring it back."
…
"Miss, dinner is here. Would you like some?"
Shu Shiyu climbed out of the bed.
Bai Tong opened the lunch box, looked at the strange color of the food, and closed it again in silence.
"What's wrong?"
As soon as Shu Shiyu finished speaking, Ziling knocked on the door.
After opening the door, Ziling said awkwardly, "Well, we changed the cook, and the food is not very tasty. Miss Shu should not eat it, right?"
To avoid falling sick again after eating it. The last time he ate it, he had diarrhea for several days.
"Then I'll make it." Bai Tong handed him the lunch box, "Miss, what do you want to eat?"
Shu Shiyu handed her the recipe he had copied down earlier.
"Okay, okay, can you make one for me too?" Ziling's eyes lit up. White rice was tasteless. Only the master was not picky about food.
"It's just a piece of cake." Bai Tong followed Ziling out.
Pushing open the kitchen door, Ziling glanced at the eaves, then said to Baitong: "The ingredients are all in the cupboard, you can take whatever you want."
After Bai Tong took the food box out, Ziling held another food box and looked around vigilantly.
"Give me half." A dark shadow fell and patted Ziling on the shoulder.
“No!”
"You said you won't give it to me, so why not?" Nanxing pinched his shoulder. Ziling loosened his grip and the food box fell into Nanxing's hand. "Take it before they come back, otherwise you won't get even half."
"I shamelessly asked someone to do this for me, why do you want a share of it?"
"If you keep mumbling, all of them are mine." Nanxing picked up the chopsticks and started picking up the food.
Shang Lu pushed open the door and looked at the two people who were eating voraciously, with a large group of secret guards following behind them.
Seeing this, Ziling and Nanxing sped up.
Others rushed forward and Ziling was soon squeezed out.
“Ahhh, you bunch of shameless black balls!” Ziling threw the chopsticks at Shanglu, who caught them easily and threw them on the stove.
Ziling pushed the door open angrily.
"Boss, that little girl's cooking is even better than Jing Mo's!"
"If you keep talking, it will be gone."
The next day, the sky cleared up and Shu Shiyu couldn't help but want to go out in the afternoon.
Yu Tongchen said she could go out!
"Miss, put on more cloaks."
"All right."
After putting on his clothes, Shu Shiyu couldn't help but bask in the sun in the yard for a while.
The sunlight in the autumn valley feels warm on my body.
"Bai Tong, go get me the half-embroidered purse. I'll finish it in the yard."
Bai Tong looked at her, responded, and turned back.
Shu Shiyu strolled around the yard and felt better than ever.
The yard was paved with pebbles. It had rained two days ago, and although it had cleared up now, it was still a bit slippery. Shu Shiyu sprained his ankle when he turned around.
As her body was shaking, someone held her arm, and the next moment a scent of medicine lingered in her nostrils.
"Be careful."
Shu Shiyu frowned slightly and said a little embarrassedly: "My feet hurt."
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