Meng Zhao paused slightly, obviously not expecting Qingying to ask this.

He was silent for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Qingying, and said in a light voice: "You are weak now, and you don't even have the strength to make the bed for me. You should take more care of yourself. Only when you are well, you can serve me with all your heart."

Qingying's body stiffened, and the shyness on her pretty face gradually disappeared, and in the end only a little embarrassment remained.

Serving...

It turned out that Meng Zhao was so nice to her suddenly, just hoping that she could get better soon, and then serve him with all her heart.

His sudden tenderness and thoughtfulness were all purposeful, and she almost thought that he liked her a little bit.

It seems that she thought too much.

He was the most elegant and handsome young man in Anyang City. He had countless famous ladies to choose from. How could he be interested in a poor peasant girl like her?

Being his concubine was already a great honor for her. Many girls in the city could not even dream of such a good job.

Qingying lowered her eyelashes, picked up the chicken soup in the bowl, and drank it in a few gulps.

The chicken soup was still steaming in her throat, but Qingying felt that the chicken soup was not as sweet as before.

After drinking the chicken soup, she wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, turned to Meng Zhao and said, "Thank you for the soup, young master. I will take care of my body and try to get better soon, and then I will do my best to serve you."

Meng Zhao did not notice Qingying's abnormality. He was quite happy to see Qingying finish the chicken soup.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chicken leg and put it in Qingying's bowl, "Don't just drink the soup, eat some meat to replenish your body."

He glanced at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, and kept picking up dishes for her like he did a few days ago.

"Eat some of this, it will replenish your blood."

"This is not bad either, it will replenish your body."

...

Soon, the dishes in Qingying's bowl piled up like a small mountain.

She glanced at the dishes in the bowl, then looked up at Meng Zhao, "Young Master, you picked up so many dishes for me, is it because you hope that I can get better soon, and then serve you wholeheartedly?"

Meng Zhao only focused on picking up the dishes, and his focus was only on "getting better soon", and he didn't pay attention to the following words.

He nodded: "Yes, eat more and get better soon."

Then he picked up a piece of meat for Qingying.

Qingying drooped her long eyelashes in disappointment and stopped looking at the man, "Young Master, don't worry, I will finish all these dishes."

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and ate it expressionlessly.

The chef who cooks for the Meng family was hired by Mrs. Meng at a high price. He has excellent cooking skills and can cook all kinds of dishes. The dishes he cooks are delicious.

Obviously, it was an excellent dish, and the ingredients used were also top-notch. As Qingying ate, she could actually taste a hint of bitterness in her mouth, and her nose inexplicably felt a little sour.

She lowered her head, not showing her sadness, and obediently ate all the dishes that Meng Zhao picked for her.

At the end of the meal, she actually couldn't eat anymore. A feeling of nausea surged in her throat, and her stomach swelled, making her want to vomit, but she still gritted her teeth and ate the rest of the dishes. After

swallowing the last bite of the dish, Qingying put down her chopsticks and said respectfully: "Thank you for the food, young master. I've finished it."

Meng Zhao glanced at the bottom of the bowl that she had eaten cleanly, and a bit of surprise appeared on his face.

Is she so hungry?

It seems that she has eaten a lot today.

He was afraid that she would not be full, so he gave her so many dishes, but he did not ask her to eat them all.

Meng Zhao reached out to touch Qingying's abdomen and asked worriedly: "Eat so much? Can you bear it? Why don't you push me out for a walk, and you can help digest the food at the same time."

"Yes." Qingying nodded in response, and immediately stood up and pushed Meng Zhao out.

Qingying has already sorted out her identity. She is just a little concubine, and her duty is to serve the master well.

Meng Zhao is the master, and she must obey whatever he tells her to do. This is the most basic rule of being a servant.

Qingying pushed Meng Zhao out of the East Garden and walked aimlessly along a main road.

I really ate too much today. When Qingying walked, she could feel the acid in her throat rising up. The feeling of nausea came back again.

She frowned, suppressed the discomfort in her body, and continued to push Meng Zhao forward.

Not far away, a tall man walked slowly.

Qingying looked closely and found that it was Meng Xun, whom she hadn't seen for many days.

Author: Please Zhuzhu, two updates today