After helping Qingying wash up, Meng Zhao carried her to the dining table and put her on a chair.

Qingying wanted to stand up to serve Meng Zhao, but Meng Zhao held her shoulders and said softly, "Just sit there, I'll do it."

Meng Zhao served Qingying a bowl of rice and soup, and picked up chopsticks to pick up a lot of dishes for her.

Qingying enjoyed the man's meticulous care, feeling flattered, but also mixed with sadness and joy.

She lowered her head and ate with mixed feelings, her nose a little sour.

Meng Zhao saw that she kept lowering her head to pick up the dishes in the bowl and didn't say anything. He picked up a lot of dishes and passed them to her, but she finished them all.

Fearing that she would eat too much like last time, he reached out to touch her abdomen and asked worriedly, "Are you full? If you are, don't eat anymore. Don't force yourself."

Qingying blinked her long eyelashes and frowned slightly, hiding the depressed mood in her eyes.

She raised her head and smiled, "I'm not full yet. I'm really hungry and want to eat more. Can you give me some more food, young master?"

Qingying was forced to exercise by the man early in the morning, which consumed a lot of energy. She was indeed a little hungry. She ate those dishes just now because she was hungry. She

was just in a bad mood, so she just buried her head in eating and didn't say anything.

Meng Zhao touched her flat belly, and when he saw that she hadn't eaten to the point where her stomach was bloated, his worries receded.

"Okay, if you're not full, eat some more." Meng Zhao picked up the chopsticks and picked up some more food for Qingying.

"Thank you, young master."

Qingying ate the food obediently, and only put down her chopsticks when she was really full.

Meng Zhao touched her abdomen and felt a slight bulge. Seeing that she was just full but not full, he felt relieved and ordered people to take the food away.

In the next few days, Meng Zhao still took care of Qingying in this considerate way, and she didn't have to serve him on weekdays.

Now, it was him who served her instead.

Meng Zhao not only wiped Qingying's face and hands, but also washed her feet, which almost scared Qingying.

The weather has been a little colder recently.

Qingying has a cold body, and her hands and feet are cold in winter.

When the weather is particularly cold, in order to sleep more comfortably at night, she will soak her feet before going to bed to warm her body.

That night, as soon as the maid brought the hot water into the room, Meng Zhao took the water.

"Go away, just give it to me." Meng Zhao said to the maid.

"Yes."

After the maid left, Meng Zhao walked to the bed with the basin of water, and in Qingying's shocked eyes, he put her small and white feet into the copper basin.

He scooped up the hot water to wash her feet, and his slender white fingers gently rubbed her white instep.

Qingying was shocked. After she came to her senses, she immediately wanted to retract her feet. "Master, you must not do that. You will embarrass me. You are of such a noble status, how can you wash my feet?"

Meng Zhao pressed her small feet to prevent her from retracting her feet.

He asked back: "Why not? A few days ago, you washed my feet every day, and my fingers were swollen from rubbing them. Let me wash your feet today."

Qingying pursed her lips and whispered: "Young Master, if the Madam knows about you doing this, she will blame me."

Meng Zhao raised his head and looked at Qingying, his eyes like water, gentle and affectionate: "Then don't let her know, don't be afraid, if she blames you, I will protect you."

When she was about to leave, Qingying suddenly felt the man's thoughtfulness and pampering. Her mind was in a mess, with mixed feelings.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the man squatting on the ground, gently washing her feet. Her nose was sour and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Meng Zhao raised his head inadvertently, and saw Qingying's eyes were red, and her almond eyes were watery. She was crying and staring at him.

He was frightened and asked anxiously: "Qingying, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Is the water too hot?"

"No." Qingying shook her head and hid her sadness. She sniffed and choked: "I... I'm just too happy. The eldest master is so good to me. I'm very touched."

Seeing Qingying say this, Meng Zhao's nervous heart finally settled down.

He chuckled: "Silly girl, there is nothing to cry about. I will treat you better in the future."

The tears in Qingying's eyes became more intense. In three days, he will get married. There is no later.

*

Qingying waited for Meng Zhao's wedding date with complicated feelings.

Two days later, the Meng family mansion began to hang lanterns and decorations, lay out red carpets, and paste window paper.

Tomorrow is Meng Zhao's wedding day. The maids and servants are busy setting up the venue and making preparations in advance.