303.Don't you know your master's temper yet

"Here, come, let the master wait for a long time." Xiao Qiao finally held the casserole smoothly, and all the small bowls and spoons should be arranged. He just realized that the atmosphere was strange between Da Qiao and the master. "What is the master talking to his brother?"

"Oh, nothing." Qi Mingluan glared at Da Qiao. Da Qiao was getting more and more courageous. He bullied himself, the master, and he was hungry and had no strength to teach you a lesson, right? "I always say that Da Qiao serves very thoughtfully. When I think of Da Qiao's gentleness, care, and considerate towards others in the future, I will be very sad as the master."

"Is my brother going to get married? Ah! No wonder I always feel that my brother looks at Shuang'er in a strange way!" Xiao Qiao once again magnificently removed his brother's desk.

"Ohoyo, look at you brother and sister, one likes Lin Shuangxu and the other likes Lin Shuanger, and they really have a consistent vision." The first mouthful of porridge was choked by Xiao Qiao's words. Da Qiao, Da Qiao, look at your sister, you were born to say something to you.

"No! Who is interested in that Lin Shuangxu!" Da Qiao could not say anything, Xiao Qiao's face turned red again, "Xiao Qiao told his master that Xiao Qiao would not marry, and he would always serve his master. It must be because of your mistake, brother, that the master disliked you and wanted to take you earlier..."

What should I say later? Benefactor? Get married? Xiao Qiao said a lot, but it didn't seem suitable to put it on Da Qiao.

Alas, it was all her mother Qiushui, who always educated her. Some maids from outside were in trouble and did not serve their masters well. The master was unhappy. Whether they beat or scolded them or kicked out of the mansion was nothing. The most pitiful thing was that they were casually promised by their master, and their whole life was over.

If you talk about situations, there is no big difference between concubines and maids in wealthy families, and your life is not good or bad.

"Yes, it's Da Qiao who did something wrong made the master unhappy. Da Qiao admits his mistake." Da Qiao said as he admits his mistake, but his expression doesn't look like he admits his mistake at all.

"You just let me fill my stomach with peace of mind first." The smell of Qi Mingluan's stomach kept coming out from the casserole in front of me. I had been hungry for almost half a day, and my body's instinctive needs far exceeded my rational calmness.

"But I heard that how long will it take for the adoptive father and the others to live there? I just whispered to Brother Jian and forgot to care." Soon, a bowl of porridge was already eaten. As the saying goes, everything you eat is delicious when you are too hungry. A bowl of white porridge with only green onions can taste very sweet.

"There has been someone in the guest room, so I shouldn't stay overnight today." Xiao Qiao then said, hoping that his master would stop talking about whether to marry or not, and who would marry, and who would not marry, completely forgot who said this first.

"That's good, the Qi Mansion can be quiet." Drinking the second bowl, it seemed that I felt a little bit like that. Why did the porridge be packed? "When lunch, prepare more desserts."

"Yes, Miss." Xiao Qiao was simple and simple, and she was not a fool after all. She changed her words and called her. She was because she noticed some movement in the main room of her wife Xu, so she deliberately raised her tone.

"Huh?" Qi Mingluan also turned to look at her mother's door. After a while, the door opened and her father happily sent Mo Lan out.

"It's getting late, Mr. Mo wants to keep it for lunch?" Seeing Qi Houru's red face full of light, he knew that everything was fine, his beloved Ran'er inside was fine, and it seemed to be better.

"No, no, Mo knew that there were distinguished guests in the mansion and didn't like to join in the fun on weekdays, so he wouldn't bother Mr. Qi." Mo Lan bowed politely, and his eyes had been floating towards the figure in the pavilion for a long time. It was very good. Seeing that the little lady had eaten a lot of porridge she cooked, the satisfaction in her heart was not a little bit.

"Dad." Qi Mingluan put down the bowl in her hand, and Xiao Qiao helped Qi Houru to Qi, and then called Senior Brother Mo reluctantly. "Dad, how is my health? Is it so bad?"

"Where are there! Your mother is very good, and I am very happy with your father, hahahaha." Qi Houru was a little abnormal in happiness, and Mo Lan was smiling treacherously on the side.

That's right, it's just treacherous. The monster and peach blossom look, and the corners of the mouth that are so curled up. This is not treacherous.

"Little junior sister, how about sending senior brother out of the house? Senior brother tells you the good news about Mrs. Qi himself." The paper fan spread out and shook it in front of him. The so-called soft-eating mouth was said. How could the junior sister not be nice to him after eating the porridge he made? Alas, there are so many women in the world, why did she decide such a young lady? No wonder the master told him a fortune teller and said that he was a dissatisfied person.

"Xiao Qiao, have you remember the snacks for lunch? Da Qiao, send Mr. Mo out of the house. I will take a look at my foster father and brother. I always bring some gifts to them." Qi Mingluan didn't shake Mo Lan, and she didn't bother to give her a slanted look. Qiao's smile remained unchanged, and the princess's name was brought out. It was obvious that the Qi Mansion, except for Beihou, was in a hurry. Master Qi had no choice but to do anything to her.

Of course, if you don’t have the title of princess, Mr. Qi can’t help either.

Da Qiao walked to Mo Lan, made a gesture of invitation openly, and secretly gave a hint in secret. Mo Lan didn't say much, and just followed Da Qiao.

"Mr. Mo, can you tell Da Qiao that the injury... is it pretending or..." Looking at Mo Lan sighing three steps, Da Qiao was happy from the bottom of his heart. Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, the master has drunk the porridge to the bottom of his mouth. You should be happy.

"Of course the injury is true. I am better than light skills, but not martial arts." Mo Lan still didn't raise her head. No matter what Da Qiao asked, she was not thinking about it. "It's really similar to a useless person. Fortunately, there are many good medicines in Feng's house, and the good ones can be faster than the Prince's Highness."

"Oh..." Mo Lan looked at Da Qiao with a long sigh, "What is conflict? I'm just conflict. Wait and wait, just wait for the junior sister to come and find out about a disease, so she kept the last trace of wounds and was still not pretending to be able to pretend. Don't you know the temper of your master? How dare I pretend to be sick in front of her? I'm not afraid that she will send you to beat you up casually, that's really disabled."

"Uh..." Da Qiao was a little embarrassed by the straightforward words Mo Lan said. The little master had really said something similar, ahem, okay, it's okay to pretend to be sick. The task he inquired about is not difficult to hand in. The little master doesn't have to worry about whether he really beat Mo Lan up.

"Ah, I'll arrive at the door so soon." Suddenly, I felt refreshed. As soon as I stepped onto the front door, Mo Lan's back foot regained her elegant and free face, "Da Qiao, don't send it away, go and serve the junior sister."

"Young Master Mo is here, and your wife is taking care of you. Everyone in the Qi family is very grateful." There is Mao Ni, there must be Mao Ni. This is Da Qiao's first reaction. His keen premonition told him that Mo Lan in front of him must have a bad plan in his mind, and it is related to the little master.

Then, as Da Qiao stepped into the threshold of the small courtyard in the courtyard of the embroidery building, a cup fell from the sky and split at his feet. Then he heard the little master's voice coming from the second floor.
Chapter completed!