"Ah, miss." Qingya hurriedly picked up the noodles, but those noodles had already melted into the water.

"Qingya, look into my eyes."

Feng Baoer's tone was condensed, not as casual and relaxed as before, but with a hint of heaviness.

Qing Ya's eyes were red and she looked at Feng Bao'er blankly, with a strange light flashing in her bottomless pupils.

"Even if we don't eat these noodles, they will get moldy, so we will use these two bowls of noodles to prepare us for the rest of the day."

Feng Baoer said the last sentence with so much excitement, like the bright moon in the night sky, the bright light instantly illuminated the tip of Qingya's heart,

"My slave knows."

Qing Ya didn't say anything more, and quickly went to get a bowl and prepare some condiments such as chopped green onion.

Feng Baoer smiled and saw that Qing Ya was busy and she had nothing to do, so she picked up firewood in the yard. There were many dead trees and branches in the deserted yard. She planned to boil a pot of hot water later and give herself a thorough treatment.

Rinse it.

She is not a real fourth lady, nor is she a delicate woman. She has hands and feet, and she has been trained inhumanely since she was a child. Naturally, she does not need to act like a condescending young lady.

"Miss, the noodles are ready." Qingya's voice came, and Feng Baoer walked over holding the firewood in his hand.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a fragrance. When I took a closer look, there were chopped green onions and a small amount of oil floating on the big porcelain bowl, but it was extremely fragrant.

Qingya, this girl, is really good at her crafts.

"Miss, how can you do such a rough job? Just do it as a slave."

"It's okay, bring the noodles into the house."

Feng Baoer washed her hands and walked into the room. Looking at the messy small table, she didn't feel dissatisfied.

After just a slight tidying up, Qingya had already come in with the noodles in hand.

"It smells so good." Feng Baoer sat down unceremoniously and smiled at Qingya.

"Young lady knows how to tease slaves." Qingya said shyly, but her expression was very happy.

"Let's compete to see who finishes eating first. The loser will have to wash the dishes."

Qingya was a little surprised. The young lady really seemed to have changed. She didn't have these requirements in the past.

But why does she feel so warm?

"Okay." His throat was a little choked, but he said one word firmly.

"I count three, three...two..."

Feng Baoer smiled slyly, and with Qingya's expectant eyes, he put the noodles into his mouth with one last sound.

"Miss, you are a scoundrel."

A burst of laughter suddenly came from the dilapidated house.

It spreads far and wide until it disappears in the sky.

--The courtyard--

The flower path paved with white stone winds towards the house, which is built of white stone. The winding corridor fence on the ground floor is accompanied by crabapples and peach blossoms.

The tissue paper covering the windows is as white as snowflakes. Looking from a distance, it really looks as elegant as a fairyland.

This is Miss Six's yard.

At this time, the sound of "pah pah pah" came from the back room again and again, and the maids in the whole room were kneeling, all trembling without saying a word.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch." Feng Xian'er's face was pale, her black hair was gently held up by a jade hairpin, her proud eyes flashed with anger, her rouge-colored coat was fiery and flamboyant, and her ruby ​​hair

The hairpin was particularly dazzling, but at this time, the twisted little face completely destroyed her beauty.

When she thought of being angry at that bitch, Feng Xianer felt a pain in her chest, and her heart ached with anger.

It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous, that she actually made a fool of herself in front of a loser.

Thinking of the dirty pool water, Feng Xianer was beaten again, and the precious porcelain in the room instantly fell into pieces. "Ah, miss." Qingya hurriedly picked up the noodles, but the noodles had already melted into the water.

"Qingya, look into my eyes."

Feng Baoer's tone was condensed, not as casual and relaxed as before, but with a hint of heaviness.

Qing Ya's eyes were red and she looked at Feng Bao'er blankly, with a strange light flashing in her bottomless pupils.

"Even if we don't eat these noodles, they will get moldy, so we will use these two bowls of noodles to prepare us for the rest of the day."

Feng Baoer said the last sentence with so much excitement, like the bright moon in the night sky, the bright light instantly illuminated the tip of Qingya's heart,

"My slave knows."

Qing Ya didn't say anything more, and quickly went to get a bowl and prepare some condiments such as chopped green onion.

Feng Baoer smiled and saw that Qing Ya was busy and she had nothing to do, so she picked up firewood in the yard. There were many dead trees and branches in the deserted yard. She planned to boil a pot of hot water later and give herself a thorough treatment.

Rinse it.

She is not a real fourth lady, nor is she a delicate woman. She has hands and feet, and she has been trained inhumanely since she was a child. Naturally, she does not need to act like a condescending young lady.

"Miss, the noodles are ready." Qingya's voice came, and Feng Baoer walked over holding the firewood in his hand.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a fragrance. When I took a closer look, there were chopped green onions and a small amount of oil floating on the big porcelain bowl, but it was extremely fragrant.

Qingya, this girl, is really good at her crafts.

"Miss, how can you do such a rough job? Just do it as a slave."

"It's okay, bring the noodles into the house."

Feng Baoer washed her hands and walked into the room. Looking at the messy small table, she didn't feel dissatisfied.

After just a slight tidying up, Qingya had already come in with the noodles in hand.

"It smells so good." Feng Baoer sat down unceremoniously and smiled at Qingya.

"Young lady knows how to tease slaves." Qingya said shyly, but her expression was very happy.

"Let's compete to see who finishes eating first. The loser will have to wash the dishes."

Qingya was a little surprised. The young lady really seemed to have changed. She didn't have these requirements in the past.

But why does she feel so warm?

"Okay." His throat was a little choked, but he said one word firmly.

"I count three, three...two..."

Feng Baoer smiled slyly, and with Qingya's expectant eyes, he put the noodles into his mouth with one last sound.

"Miss, you are a scoundrel."

A burst of laughter suddenly came from the dilapidated house.

It spreads far and wide until it disappears in the sky.

--The courtyard--

The flower path paved with white stone winds towards the house, which is built of white stone. The winding corridor fence on the ground floor is accompanied by crabapples and peach blossoms.

The tissue paper covering the windows is as white as snowflakes. Looking from a distance, it really looks as elegant as a fairyland.

This is Miss Six's yard.

At this time, the sound of "pah pah pah" came from the back room again and again, and the maids in the whole room were kneeling, all trembling without saying a word.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch." Feng Xian'er's face was pale, her black hair was gently held up by a jade hairpin, her proud eyes flashed with anger, her rouge-colored coat was fiery and flamboyant, and her ruby ​​hair

The hairpin was particularly dazzling, but at this time, the twisted little face completely destroyed her beauty.

When she thought of being angry at that bitch, Feng Xianer felt a pain in her chest, and her heart ached with anger.

It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous, that she actually made a fool of herself in front of a loser.
Chapter completed!