In my impression, he should be the same kind of person as me.
Although he seems generous, he is actually selfish at heart and will not do anything without benefits.
Immediately, Ning Zhihuan decided to go find him. A tall figure poked his head in. Who else could it be but Xiao Yuchi?
This saved him a lot of trouble, but Ning Zhihuan still felt a little guilty.
She is just that kind of person. If someone treats her badly, she can plot revenge without restraint, like a little devil.
Just like treating Ning Hong.
But if someone is good to her, she will naturally cherish it and wish to repay him tenfold or a hundredfold.
Although it was a small matter, it still made her feel bad.
So at the dinner table, Ning Zhihuan specially used serving chopsticks to pick up a lot of his favorite stir-fried side dishes for him.
As for the serving chopsticks, she prepared them specially for Xiao Yuchi.
Because she saw that Xiao Yuchi had mysophobia.
Even the bowl and chopsticks Xiao Yuchi used were new.
As they were eating, Ning Zhihuan looked at the empty seat across from them and asked, "Where's Sister Ning Hong?"
When Ning Hong was mentioned, the old lady's smiling face suddenly turned gloomy.
He said dryly, "Don't worry about her. She will come out to eat when she is hungry."
Ning Zhihuan curled his lips when he saw this, but didn't ask any more questions.
At the gate of the yard, Butler An and a team of bodyguards were lurking at the door, surrounding this narrow but cozy courtyard.
The young master only said that he went back to the home of the girl who rolled down the mountain last time, and said nothing else. The girl's home was in a remote area, and it took some effort to find out.
As soon as he found out, he rushed here with his men.
God knows how anxious he was inside.
He was so anxious that he didn't dare to let go until he saw the young master safe and sound.
Haven’t people from Taiwan done enough in recent years?
The young master struggled in his teens. Ordinary people at this age would have married, had children or studied, but he had to live in the midst of blood and gore.
No matter how many times he saw it, he felt heartbroken, but he acted like he was used to it.
It makes people feel distressed that he is so sensible.
"Uncle An, should we rush in?"
An Mao thought about it and shook his head.
"Just wait outside, and come in if something happens."
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the cabin with a serious mood.
When he reached the door and heard some noise, he touched the pistol tied to his thigh, but heard laughter from inside.
There are little girls and little boys.
Looking through the crack in the door, there was an old man and a woman.
An Mao felt relieved immediately. Seeing his young master sitting beside him eating quietly, he staggered.
Everyone in the Xiao family knew that the young master was very particular about being quiet when eating. Not to mention talking, even making chewing sounds was not allowed.
But now he is calm and composed, and his original temperament of a banished immortal is inexplicably in harmony with this small farmyard.
Sitting on a bench in a well-tailored suit, he looked a bit out of place yet inexplicably appropriate.
An Mao thought about it, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open.
Several people's eyes were glued to him, and An Mao felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
As the butler of the Xiao family, he was the one who gave the orders, big and small, over the years, but he had never felt as nervous as he did at this moment.
It’s just because their eyes are so pure.
"Uncle housekeeper, you're here!"
The girl stood up in surprise, pulled him to sit next to Xiao Yuchi, and went to Li Xueyan.
An Mao looked at Xiao Yuchi, who shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
"Huan'er, what is this...?"
Old Mrs. Ning looked at the intruder with an unfriendly look, and a gleam flashed in her sharp eyes.
Ning Zhihuan said with a grin, "This is Xiao Yuchi's housekeeper uncle, we've met him before."
Old Lady Ning nodded and asked politely, "What's your name? Have you eaten yet?"
An Mao smiled and replied, "No need to mention your surname An, I'm here to pick up our young master. I've already eaten before coming. Thank you, old lady."
Old Mrs. Ning just said "hmm" and said nothing more.
It is obvious that the other party is not of the same class as them, so there is no need to force them to integrate.
The dinner table returned to silence. An Mao felt that the atmosphere was very different from before he came, and he felt guilty for breaking the tranquility here.
He looked at the young master, but he didn't look at him.
Just concentrate on eating the dish.
"Master, do you like this?"
An Mao asked in surprise.
Xiao Yuchi paused and said, "I guess so." When you are hungry, everything tastes good. What matters is not what you eat, but who you eat with.
An Mao seemed a little excited, "I wonder if the old lady could tell me the name of this dish?"
Old Mrs. Ning was also stunned. The other party looked like he would be grateful if she told him his name.
"It's just a home-cooked dish, but it's made with local dishes from here, Mi Cai."
An Mao thanked him and kept repeating the name, obviously trying to remember it.
Ning Zhihuan watched from the side and couldn't help but find it a little funny. He asked, "There are still some at home. Do you want to take them away?"
An Mao asked in surprise, "Is it okay?"
Ning Zhihuan didn't say anything, but looked at Old Lady Ning, who nodded.
It's just a wild vegetable that can be found everywhere and is not worth much money.
At most, if there is nothing left today, you can pick it again tomorrow.
But maybe it’s because the villagers have been eating it since they were young, so they just think it tastes like chewing wax. Xiao Yuchi might think it’s novel when he eats it for the first time.
Li Xueyan put down the bowl, wiped her hands and said, "Then come with me."
An Mao followed with a grateful look on his face.
When I came back, I touched a bundle of vegetables that still had some dirt on them and looked very fresh, and I looked very satisfied.
This made the Ning family wonder what valuable this vegetable was.
"Master, Brother Lin and the others are waiting outside. If you're done eating, let's go first."
Xiao Yuchi nodded, put down the bowl and walked towards the door.
Before leaving, Xiao Yuchi whispered a few words to An Mao, thanked Old Lady Ning, and left.
He had to stop Lin Hu and the others, otherwise they would rush in and scare the Ning family, which would be bad.
An Mao stayed and waved to Ning Zhihuan. He gave her a small brown bottle with a mysterious look on his face and told her to wait until they left before opening it.
Ning Zhihuan quite liked this uncle with a gray beard and a sense of humor. After accepting the small bottle, he jokingly said, "Thank you, uncle. I hope you won't dye your beard when we meet next time."
An Mao was stunned at first, then he smiled heartily, thanked Old Lady Ning again before leaving.
Ning Hong originally wanted to vent her anger, but her stomach was not cooperating.
When I came out to eat, I saw the backs of Xiao Yuchi, An Mao and others leaving.
The boy stood out so much among the group of people, but he was getting further and further away from himself.
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