Farming concubine you are so sweet

"Blame me?" Jun Mochen's tone had no waves, so people couldn't distinguish happiness and anger: "so you can go now."

Chu wanqiu shook his head fiercely and his voice was very soft: "I can't change it. I can't change it after spending the night..."

Jun Mochen looked at Chu wanqiu as if he wanted to see through the soul from the skin. Chu wanqiu was like a great enemy and immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it.

After half a ring, a low voice came to her ear: "don't you go to cook?"

Chu late autumn suddenly looked up, and his smart eyes were a little surprised: "isn't that right?"

Jun Mo Chen's sword eyebrow lightly locked: "go and cook."

Anyway, what he wants is someone who can take care of him when he is poisoned. This woman didn't abandon him yesterday, so there's no need to change.

Chu wanqiu immediately got up and went to the kitchen. She thought that Jun Mochen was weak and should eat some good food, so she made porridge and boiled the last egg in the kitchen.

When the porridge was ready, she took out a large bowl of thick end and gave it to Jun Mochen.

Although Jun Mochen won't drive her away, the appearance of his illness yesterday still made her a little afraid. Coupled with Jun Mochen's bad reputation, it still takes a little courage to talk to him.

Chu wanqiu took a deep breath and whispered, "you were ill yesterday. Eating too much is not good for your body. I'll make noodle soup for you at noon, and you can eat this egg while it's hot. Eggs make up for your body."

Jun Mo took a sip from the atherosclerotic bowl, warm into his stomach from his mouth, making him feel warm.

He mockingly hooked his lips, Jun Mochen, Jun Mochen, you are now satisfied with a bowl of porridge

Chu wanqiu carefully observed Jun Mochen's face and began to play drums in his heart. It was still good just now. Why did it suddenly... Did she make it terrible?

No, no matter how bad the porridge is, how bad can it be? And her cooking is pretty good. Before, the young master of the family was picky and only ate the rice she cooked.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge, Jun Mochen found Chu wanqiu standing like a servant girl. He picked his sword eyebrow: "why don't you eat?"

"I, I eat in the kitchen..." Chu wanqiu nervously clenched his clothes: "we women in Yunxi Town don't eat at the table. I, I go to the kitchen for dinner. Call me if you have anything."

After leaving the room, Chu wanqiu put his heart back into his stomach and squatted in front of the stove to drink porridge.

I'm so tired after less than a day. How can I endure in the future?

"Is this your share?"

Jun Mochen's voice suddenly came, which frightened Chu wanqiu's hand, and the bowl almost fell to the ground.

Jun Mochen looked at the porridge in Chu's late autumn bowl displeased. There were several grains of rice in it.

He frowned and said coldly, "who do you want to show me? Since I've left you, I won't be harsh, so I'd better take it away! "

Chu wanqiu didn't understand why Jun Mochen had to think so bad about her. Thinking of the hard work last night and the despair of his mother, all the grievances poured into his heart at once.

"Why are you like this? There's only this rice at home. Of course, it's hard for you to eat when you're sick. How can you pretend to be like this? " Chu wanqiu's tears swirled in his eyes, but they didn't flow out: "Why are you so hard to serve? If I hadn't done it for my mother... Do you think I want you? "