Ji Ting looked at the pillow stained with grass clippings on the ground, sighed helplessly, helped his old waist to pick it up and went to wash it.
After the last tub of laundry was finished, the quilt and the sheets that had been washed at the beginning were all dry, and the scent of lemony laundry detergent mixed with the smell of sunlight was indescribably good.
Ji Ting knocked on the quilt and turned it over, and it was fragrant and soft, so he picked up the quilt and walked upstairs. During the period, I almost fell when passing by the messy things in the living room, and secretly vowed to clean up the living room.
But today is not enough, she is almost exhausted after doing so much work, so I can only talk about it tomorrow. Thinking of this, Ji Ting carried the quilt to Shen Tuchuan's bedroom, the bedroom had been ventilated, the original musty smell was completely gone, and the air in the whole room was refreshing.
After throwing the quilt on the bed, Ji Ting walked up to Shen Tuchuan who was reading without even breathing, and thanked him gratefully: "Thank you, young master, for helping me speak, you are such a good person."
Shen Tuchuan is so old, and he has never heard others praise him as a good person. He looked at Ji Ting strangely, and after seeing her flattering face, he sneered: "Are you talking to me again now?"
He was worrying about the fact that she was busy with work and ignored him just now.
Ji Ting smiled, and rubbed his nose awkwardly: "I just felt that I would be taken away at any time, and I was afraid that I would not be able to finish all the work, so I didn't talk to you, don't be angry with me .”
Shen Tuchuan remained expressionless, and Ji Ting knew that the narrow-minded person was still angry. He was afraid that he would suddenly retaliate, so he quickly changed the subject: "Your book is so good! It's all in English. I guess I can only understand a small part, or The young master is amazing, nothing can trouble you."
"You can't understand a single word." Shen Tuchuan was indifferent to her flattery.
Ji Ting blinked: "Why, I graduated from a bachelor's degree anyway, and I can still understand some simple sentences."
Shen Tuchuan looked at her indifferently: "Because it's German."
The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.
After a while, Ji Ting coughed: "... Take a look, I'll make your bed." After speaking, he pretended not to hear Shen Tuchuan's ridicule, and turned around calmly to make the bed.
One of them was working and the other was reading, and the room fell silent. Shen Tuchuan didn't know why he couldn't read it, so he simply put the book aside and looked coldly at the woman who was busy beside his bed.
The woman turned her back to him and struggled with the quilt and quilt cover. She half-kneeled on the bed and bent over to adjust the quilt cover. The shirt and skirt perfectly outlined her figure. Before her, Shen Tuchuan had never seen such a graceful servant uniform.
Of course, it's also possible that he didn't even care about it before.
Shen Tuchuan snorted, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and gradually felt a little drowsy. When he was about to fall asleep, a small voice kept disturbing him. He frowned, and opened his eyes indifferently, with some violence and irritability in his eyes.
Ji Ting was not intimidated by his eyes, saw that he woke up and said carefully: "Master, the bed is made, you go to sleep."
Shen Tuchuan stared at her quietly, with no intention of moving, Ji Ting could only continue to persuade: "You are in good health, you will get sick again if you sleep like this, you'd better go to bed."
Shen Tuchuan felt that she was annoying, but he was really sleepy, so he didn't bother to talk to her anymore, and reluctantly walked to the bed, lay down and covered the quilt. Hearing this, Ji heaved a sigh of relief, went out lightly and closed the door.
As soon as she left, Shen Tuchuan, who was still sleepy at first, lost sleepiness and lay expressionlessly in the fluffy and soft blanket, with the gentle breath of the sun filling his nose. He didn't know how long it had been since he had slept on this kind of quilt.
Here Ji Ting went downstairs, collected all the clothes that should be collected, and then turned back to his room to rest, but when he got back to the room and lay down, he remembered that he had done all the work, but he didn't dry the quilt for himself air.
…too tired to move. She sighed helplessly, she actually missed the previous world, at least she didn't have to work like an old scalper there!
Next time, next time, I must get an invincible and noble status! Until Ji Ting fell asleep, he was still thinking about it in a daze.
Because of the heavy physical labor in the morning, she soon fell asleep without even having a dream.
This sleep was sound and sweet, and when he was about to wake up, he was still very reluctant, his eyes were closed for a long time and he didn't bother to open them.
"How long are you going to sleep for?"
Suddenly a familiar voice came, Ji Ting was startled, sat up subconsciously, and almost screamed when he saw the person standing at the door.
"...Master, why are you here?" Ji Ting just woke up with a nasal voice, although his mind was clear, his face was still dull.
idiot. Shen Tuchuan looked at her indifferently: "It's one o'clock in the afternoon."
"Ah...lunch, I'll go right away." Ji Ting understood what he meant, and hurriedly nodded in agreement. Then Shen Tuchuan turned and left with a straight face. The corners of Ji Ting's mouth twitched, "I don't do any work. There is no shortage of meals."
"I haven't gone far yet." Shen Tuchuan's gloomy voice came from outside the house.
Ji Ting was so frightened that her feet softened, and she sneered: "Go up and rest, I'll help you get your lunch right away." After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to mutter, and put the morning dishes into the lunch box. As for the things she stole The plates of those meals had been destroyed by her long ago.
After packing up, Ji Ting took the lunch box and went to the kitchen.
It's past one o'clock in the afternoon, and it's already past lunch time, but there are still some servants eating outside the kitchen. After seeing Ji Ting's arrival, it became quieter for a moment, and the eyes that fell on her were mostly scrutinizing and disdainful.
Ji Ting didn't bother to care about their little mess, and looked around the kitchen for Shen Tuchuan's lunch.
The woman who went to trouble her today couldn't help it anymore, she snorted and said: "This man, it's good to have a thick skin, he didn't admit to stealing something, and he walked around like a normal person, I really don't know how to be ashamed."
"That's right, I haven't seen anything like this before, but it's really disgusting." The woman seemed to have a high status in the kitchen, and many people immediately agreed with her when she spoke.
Ji Ting regarded them as air, found the lunch box and opened it to take a look, only to find that there was only a bowl of rice, one meat and one vegetarian, and two steamed stuffed buns inside. Needless to say whose steamed stuffed bun belonged to, Ji Ting picked it up and smelled it, it was rotten.
Is this going to bully her? Ji Ting raised his eyebrows.
Seeing her standing still in front of the lunch box, the woman raised her eyebrows triumphantly: "It's true that with the support of the young master, you can be lawless. If you have the ability to let the young master follow you all the time, I don't believe it. It can't be cured." Someone!"
"But didn't the young master never like servants to take care of him? Why did he treat her so well all of a sudden?" A little maid was curious.
The woman sneered: "Is there any other reason? He has a charming face. No wonder the foreman won't let him take care of Young Master Gu. It turns out that some people are restless."
As soon as she finished speaking, a group of people started to snicker, and others followed suit, as if they were looking forward to Ji Ting's collapse.
Ji Ting sighed, feeling very speechless. Although she was indeed the one who took the food, these people firmly blamed her without any evidence and other suspects. They just felt that she should take the blame. If she didn't, they would be sorry for them.
These people obviously go to work with wages, but they want to treat themselves as domestic servants in the old society, and they also take pleasure in bullying other servants, as if seeing other people's collapse and pain can give them a sense of accomplishment.
The woman saw that she didn't respond, and her words became more and more ugly. Ji Ting moved his wrist, searched around the chopping board, picked out a bottle of soy sauce, unscrewed it, turned around and poured it on her head in front of the woman.
The air was instantly quiet. No one expected that Ji Ting would be so bold, and he froze in place. The bottle of soy sauce was almost finished, and the woman screamed and ran away.
"You bitch, you still treat me like this!" The woman had soy sauce all over her hair, her face was dyed black and red, she bared her teeth and rushed towards Ji Ting angrily.
Ji Ting hurriedly took a step back, picked up the rolling pin and poked her: "If you dare to do something to me, I dare to tell the young master, didn't you say that I am a vixen? Then let you see what a real vixen is. "
Her words reminded the woman that the young master has never protected anyone in so many years, but this time Ji Ting has become different. The woman felt guilty for a moment, and the others took the opportunity to stop her.
"You are really shameless, you have the nerve to bring up such a thing!" one of the woman's helpers spat.
Ji Ting glanced at her: "It's okay, God gave me this face, isn't it just for me to rely on it for food?"
Everyone present was stunned by her shamelessness, but they couldn't say anything to refute, because this woman... is really pretty.
The smile on Ji Ting's face faded: "I don't care how you bullied people before, but if you want to bully me like you bullied others before, I won't be polite. This bottle of soy sauce is a gift for everyone. If I talk nonsense in front of my face, I will tear your mouths apart."
After she finished speaking, she left with her lunch box held high and her head held high, her back was not without a beating. She didn't slump her shoulders until she had walked a long way.
Her purpose was to rescue the male supporting role from the muddy life, but she didn't expect that before she could save her, she would fall into the mud first. She would rather offend a gentleman than a villain. Those people don't know how to punish her in the future, but she really wants to endure it, but she doesn't want to.
She has a good temper, but she is also bloody. If something like today happens again, she promises to fight back.
Ji Ting sighed, and after thinking about it, being a servant is already hard enough, and I can no longer wrong myself to endure their bullying, so I can solve it as I want, as for other things, I will talk about it later.
Thinking of this, Ji Ting returned to the small building with the lunch box, and went to find Shen Tuchuan with the lunch box.
Once upstairs, Ji Ting shouted to Shen Tuchuan while setting up the dishes: "Master, it's time to eat."
Shen Tuchuan walked out slowly, looking from the food on the table to the dining box, raised his eyebrows when he saw the buns inside: "Are these yours?"
"This bun is not fresh, young master, you can't eat it." Ji Ting thought he wanted to eat it, so he tried to persuade him.
Shen Tuchuan's eyes fell on her dimly: "What's the smell? It stinks."
"It should be old soy." Ji Ting looked down and saw the black dots on his shirt. He knew it was splashed on the woman when he poured it on his body, and replied innocently, "It doesn't have much taste. If the young master doesn't like it, I will Stay away."
As she said that, she was really far away, Shen Tuchuan glanced at her, sat down and began to eat.
After tossing and tossing for so long, Ji Ting was already hungry, but he still had to wait for Shen Tuchuan to finish his meal before packing up the lunch box and going downstairs.
"You don't have anything to say?" Shen Tuchuan asked suddenly.
Ji Ting walked to the door, and was stunned when he heard this: "What?"
"roll."
"..." Did she offend him again
Ji Ting returned downstairs with a puzzled face, staring at the rotten buns in a daze. Ten minutes later, her stomach growled. Ji Ting had no choice but to take out his mobile phone to rummage, and placed an order for a bunch of ingredients.
Thanks to this modern society, even if the distance here is too far away, she can still find an errand to deliver the food, so she won't starve to death here.
After she placed the order, she went to clean the small kitchen here, and once again thanked the small building for being small and complete. After cleaning, she warmed up the leftover shiitake mushrooms and cabbage cores from the morning, filled her stomach casually, and ran to the back door of the compound to get her things after eating.
After putting the ingredients in the refrigerator, it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon. She found an unnecessary sheet and spread it in the yard, and put her quilt on it to dry.
A quilt was placed in the middle of a pile of weeds, and it looked a little comfortable. Ji Ting couldn't help it, took off his shoes and lay on it, rolled around enjoying himself, and finally felt better.
Shen Tuchuan stood quietly at the window on the second floor, looking at the woman downstairs who looked like Erha, and didn't understand why he tolerated her to stay until now.
He looked at it for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this woman was stupid, so he simply turned around and went back to the sofa to continue reading, not caring about her life or death.
Ji Ting, who didn't know that his IQ was disliked, lay down in the yard and was sleepy again. After sleeping for a long time, he went back to the house, and simply tidied up the place where he lived and ventilated it.
Before I knew it, it was night, Ji Ting went to the kitchen to get dinner, and saw that she was two rotten buns again, facing the provocative eyes of those in the kitchen, she calmly went back with the lunch box.
Shen Tuchuan looked sleepy, and disgusted after seeing the meal: "I'm not hungry, take it away."
His voice was weak, Ji Ting heard that it was different from that in the morning, she hurried over and put her hand on his forehead, Shen Tuchuan paused, then knocked her hand off indifferently.
Ji Ting didn't mind, but said softly: "Master, you seem to have a low fever again, eat something before taking medicine, and then go to bed and rest."
"Don't eat." Shen Tuchuan felt sick to his stomach when he saw the greasy pork belly on the table.
Ji Ting followed his disgusted eyes and looked over, and immediately understood. I don't have much appetite when I'm sick, but it's fried vegetables and rice, so it's not easy to swallow.
"If you take the medicine without eating, you may feel uncomfortable in your stomach. Just wait for me, I will come soon." After hearing this, Ji went downstairs with the rice.
Shen Tuchuan glanced indifferently at the direction she left, and then returned to the lunch box. There were still two buns inside, and it looked like garbage that had been left for a few nights.
Ji Ting took the rice and ran to the small kitchen on the first floor, washed a casserole, added a bowl of water to the rice, poured it into the casserole, put it on the fire and simmered it, and took shrimps, preserved eggs and shallots from the ingredients bought today , chopped up and added, stewed for ten minutes, added some salt and seasoning, wrapped in a towel and served upstairs.
Before she went upstairs, Shen Tuchuan smelled the fresh aroma of porridge. He paused before going back to rest, and sat down at the dining table with a blank expression.
Ji Ting brought the porridge in front of him, and looked at him expectantly: "Master, this one is easier to swallow, you can drink some, then take medicine and sleep."
"Where did you get these things?" Shen Tuchuan stared at her carefully, obviously doubting the origin of her ingredients.
Ji Ting quickly explained: "I really didn't steal this, I bought it online, and it was delivered to the back door for me directly."
"Why did you buy these?" Shen Tuchuan took a sip of the porridge, and the taste was better than expected. The slightly hot feeling stretched from his throat to his stomach, and his whole body stretched a lot.
Ji Ting originally wanted to say that he was excluded, but when he thought about it, this person's life was not going well enough, and if he added trouble to him, he would probably be even more depressed. Besides, even if he knew about it, he might not help her. It would be better to have one thing more than one thing less.
So the words turned into: "I don't think the food cooked in the kitchen is delicious, so I want to buy some food and cook it myself."
Shen Tuchuan paused with his fingertips, and his face suddenly became gloomy. Before Ji Ting could ask, he put down the spoon, looked at Ji Ting indifferently, turned and went back to the room.
... What's wrong with him? Ji Ting looked puzzled, just thinking why this person's temper is sometimes so sudden, there is no pattern at all, and it is also at noon today.
When Ji Ting thought about noon, she suddenly felt like she had overlooked something, but she didn't think too much, and went downstairs with the porridge to solve it by herself.
The rotten buns were thrown into the trash can, and after a brief tidying up, Ji Ting went back to his room to sleep.
From then on, she kept repeating this kind of life, going to the kitchen to bring food every day, cooking by herself when she came back, and throwing the buns away. Shen Tuchuan used to eat the meals cooked in the kitchen, but after eating the ones she cooked a few times, she stopped touching the ones in the kitchen, so she could only cook for him.
For four or five days in a row, she could get six rotten buns a day, and she didn't know where those people got so many buns, and all of them were rotten.
When he was about to throw the buns away again, Shen Tuchuan, who was reading a book, said slowly, "Keep the buns, don't throw them away."
"...Why keep it?" Ji Ting looked worried, these days he always asked about buns intentionally or unintentionally, she was afraid that he would be unable to hold back and steal them. With his current body, he might be able to put himself into the ICU after taking two meals.
Shen Tuchuan heard her worry, frowned, and glanced coldly over: "Let you keep it."
"… it is good."
Ji Ting had no choice but to keep the steamed stuffed buns. After two days of worrying, seeing that none of the steamed stuffed buns left was missing, he immediately felt relieved.
Although she didn't know why Shen Tuchuan saved the steamed stuffed buns, she saved six buns a day, and saved about twenty in three or four days. The rotten steamed stuffed buns were kept in the house for a few days, and the smell became stronger.
"Young master, why don't we throw away the buns, it stinks." Ji Ting looked worried. She has been cleaning up the living room recently, moving those sundries to the vacant room next to it. Now the living room looks very good Yes, it just doesn't taste very good.
Shen Tuchuan has been taken care of by her these few days, the blood on his face has recovered a bit, and his eyes look more oppressive. Hearing this, he glanced at her indifferently. When Ji Ting thought he was going to refuse, he said slowly: "Pack up the buns."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Ji Ting laughed.
"Get it in a bag, don't throw it away."
After listening to Ji for a while, he had to do as he said. She went downstairs to find a food bag to put it in, and when she was about to ask him what to do, Shen Tuchuan had already changed his clothes and came down. This was the second time Ji Ting saw him go downstairs.
Well, the first time was to urge her to get food.
Ji Ting became worried: "Master, this is really not edible."
Shen Tuchuan was displeased: "I don't want to eat." This woman must be so stupid that she always thinks that he wants to eat these.
Ji Ting looked at him suspiciously, but due to his deterrent power, he didn't dare to refute. Shen Tuchuan was too lazy to look at her, turned around and walked out the door.
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, and then realized that what he was wearing now was not home clothes, but ordinary jacket and trousers for going out.
She quickly followed up with her bag, and asked nervously, "Master, can you go out?"
"My feet are not disabled, why can't I come out?" Shen Tuchuan felt more and more that he could tolerate such a fool by his side, and it turned out that his temper had become too good.
Ji Ting coughed: "I didn't mean that, I mean, why did you remember to go out?"
"Shut up, make noise." Shen Tuchuan answered her question in three words.
The corners of Ji Ting's mouth twitched, so he had no choice but to follow behind him step by step, and felt that the road seemed familiar as he walked.
… No way
Ji Ting looked at the steamed stuffed bun in the transparent bag, feeling unsure for a moment.
But it turned out that she guessed right, because Shen Tuchuan did take her to the kitchen.
It was the afternoon, and servants in twos and threes gathered around the kitchen to eat, and they could hear the sound of talking and laughing from a long distance away.
"Sister Li, you said that we have given Ji Ting that little bitch a bad meal for so long, why is she still acting like a normal person?"
"He has a young master covering him, he has a vicious face, so he can just rely on seducing men to eat." The voice belonged to that woman.
When Ji Ting heard that she had her own name, she immediately raised her eyebrows and glanced at someone's face diagonally in front of her. Shen Tuchuan glanced at her, and she immediately curled her lips with an aggrieved expression, and mouthed to him that she was Wronged.
"That's right, she admitted it herself. She relies on that face to make a living. She also said that she likes the young master more. The proud look makes me want to tear her mouth apart. We have to think of a new way to teach her a lesson. , let her know how to obey the rules in the future."
Ji Ting: "..."
She still wanted to pretend to be innocent, but she met Shen Tuchuan's half-smiling eyes. She coughed and couldn't quibble, so she could only smile flatteringly.
Shen Tuchuan snorted, his eyes turned cold instantly, Ji Ting's heart skipped a beat, he was thinking about how to kneel down and beg for mercy, he stepped into the kitchen, followed by flustered greetings.
Ji Ting hurriedly followed in, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard Shen Tuchuan asking quietly: "Who gave you the buns?"
Ji Ting heard what she didn't understand, her boss came to vent her anger! She immediately stood beside him in a pretentious manner, and pointed at the woman: "Master, it's her."
The woman's complexion immediately changed, and she walked out tremblingly to explain: "Master, the kitchen budget has been overrun recently, so the servants' food expenses have been reduced, and everyone eats buns. What happened?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Ting sneered: "All you eat are steamed buns? Then what are you eating now?" Braised pork and big chicken drumsticks, do they have any shame? !
The woman didn't dare to talk back in front of Shen Tuchuan, so she could only try to stay calm: "These, these are leftovers from Master Gu and Mr. Gu. If you don't finish them, they will be wasted. We are the only ones who eat them."
Ji Ting glanced at Shen Tuchuan's expression, and found that he was still the same as before, and didn't know if he believed it. Just as she was thinking about how to expose this woman, Shen Tuchuan said: "Give her the bun."
Ji Ting paused for a moment, and immediately sent the buns over. The moment the bag was untied, the buns that had been covered for a long time gave off a rotten smell that permeated the entire kitchen.
"Eat." Shen Tuchuan said only one word.
The woman's face turned pale: "Master, master..."
"Do you want me to teach you?" Shen Tuchuan raised his eyelids lightly, revealing the meaning of not being able to comment.
Ji Ting shouted mighty in her heart, she really underestimated this person, she thought that after the woman explained, she had to find a reasonable reason to make him punish her, but Shen Tuchuan didn't even bother to do these superficial things effort.
All he had to do from the beginning to the end was to find out who gave her the bun—and ask that person to eat it. That's all, he doesn't care about anything else.
The woman's back was covered with sweat. At this time, there was no one in the house other than the young master. Even if she asked someone to go to the company to hire someone, the husband and Master Gu would not come back just for her as a servant.
And if she didn't eat, she would probably pay a considerable price. In this family, even if Shen Tuchuan killed her, he would still be able to escape legal sanctions.
The woman felt desperate at this moment, picked up a steamed bun with trembling hands, and the moment she bit it, the rotten taste exploded in her mouth, and she retched and was about to spit it out, but under Shen Tuchuan's cold eyes, she swallowed the steamed stuffed bun reluctantly .
Ji Ting folded his arms and watched the woman eat, not feeling guilty at all. After all, when this guy led everyone to isolate her and skip her three meals, he didn't have any conscience, did he
The whole room just watched the woman eat the steamed stuffed bun so quietly, and followed the woman's verbal bullying. Ling Guoji listened to it before, but now they didn't dare to show their anger, for fear that they would be taken out to teach them a lesson.
When the woman ate the third steamed stuffed bun, she couldn't hold it any longer, and spat it out with a whoosh, and the room immediately filled with a bad smell.
Ji Ting subconsciously covered Shen Tuchuan's mouth and nose with her tiptoe: "Master, it's too dirty here, let's go out." The male partner's body is so fragile, she was afraid that he would be fainted.
Before Shen Tuchuan could smell it, a soft hand covered his face, and there was a faint scent of lemon on his hand, which was similar to the relaxing scent on his bed.
He pinched her wrist expressionlessly and threw it aside, turned around and walked out. The woman who just vomited was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Shen Tuchuan said coldly: "Take the buns and come out to eat."
"..."
So the woman had no choice but to come out with the buns, and continued to eat with a blank face, throwing up while eating, changing several places in a row, and passed out halfway through eating.
Ji Ting was tired of watching it long ago, and whispered beside Shen Tuchuan: "Let's go back, it's tiring to stand."
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her leisurely: "Do you think you are right?"
Ji Ting wanted to say that there was something wrong with me being bullied, but when the words touched my heart, I immediately understood: "I'm sorry, young master, I shouldn't have kept this from you." No wonder my emotions have been erratic these days, Co-authoring is waiting for her explanation.
Shen Tuchuan was expressionless: "Apology is enough?"
Ji Ting's face changed: "You won't let me eat too?" But there are still ten small buns left.
Shen Tuchuan paused for a moment, and became thoughtful.
Ji Ting was shocked: "Let's go back quickly, I want to make soup for you tonight, so I have to prepare it in advance." As she spoke, she was afraid that Shen Tuchuan would really stuff buns into her mouth, so she hurriedly pushed him forward Walk.
Shen Tuchuan turned cold: "Presumptuous."
Ji Ting immediately let go, not daring to be presumptuous any more, Shen Tuchuan scoffed, turned around and walked towards the small courtyard with a cold face, Ji Ting heaved a sigh of relief, called young master sweetly, and followed in small steps.
A group of servants pushed Ji to listen to this matter, and it ended with the leading woman eating a dozen steamed buns. After that, although they still didn't like Ji, they always wanted to find something secretly, but they didn't dare to be like before. It was so blatant, Ji Ting's food became the same as that of other servants, there were no such things as cold pancakes and rotten buns.
Ji Ting was quite satisfied with the meal, so he stopped cooking.
After eating in the kitchen for three days in a row, Shen Tuchuan asked her expressionlessly after seeing her go upstairs with the lunch box, "What's your card number?"
"What card number?" Ji Ting was puzzled.
"Bank card."
"What do you want that for... okay, I see." Ji Ting was looked at coldly by him, so he dared not ask again, so he could only go downstairs to find the bank card and write it down with a pen and paper.
Shen Tuchuan just drank some soup and lost his appetite, so when Ji Ting went upstairs, he saw him sitting on the sofa reading a book, and nothing on the table was moved.
"Do you have a bad appetite?" Ji Ting was puzzled.
Shen Tuchuan gave her a cold look, and his eyes fell on the note in her hand. Ji Ting had no choice but to give him the note, and then watched him point the phone at the note and operate it. A minute later, his phone rang. Boom.
Ji Ting took a look at the text message and earned 100,000.
She gasped: "Even if you think I'm doing my job well, you don't have to give me so much money, do you?"
"You have a good idea," Shen Tuchuan looked at her mockingly, "Take it to buy vegetables, and from tomorrow onwards, if you let me eat those things in the kitchen, get the hell out of here."
This kind of winking woman means that he has had a good rest recently and is too lazy to care about her, otherwise he would have kicked her out long ago.
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the young master wanted to eat the meals he cooked, and immediately nodded while holding back a smile: "Okay, then I won't go to the kitchen anymore, I'll cook three meals a day. "
One hundred thousand yuan, the male partner can eat a few meals with his small appetite, and she has to spend the rest of the money, anyway, she can't take it away after the mission is successful.
Seeing her proud look, Shen Tuchuan was in a bad mood. After a moment of silence, he said lightly: "Billkeeping, come to me once a month to reconcile the bill."
"..." Well, I am very smart.
Ji Ting was depressed, but Shen Tuchuan got better, got up and walked downstairs, Ji Ting immediately followed. Since she pulled out the weeds in the yard and moved some flowers from the garden outside to plant, Shen Tuchuan no longer always nests upstairs, and occasionally goes downstairs to bask in the sun.
She put a recliner in the yard, which she found when she was packing up the sundries. When she moved those messy things to the vacant house, she found a lot of good things.
Shen Tuchuan went downstairs to sit on the recliner, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and Ji Ting moved a small horse and sat next to him, holding a fan to help him drive away mosquitoes. Both of them were in their early twenties, but they passed the time early. Live like retirement.
Although it is a little cold at night in the first autumn season, the temperature during the day is just right, the sun is warm but not sunny, and it shines warmly on the body, even if you don’t feel sleepy, you can also feel lazy.
When Shen Tuchuan was about to fall asleep, he felt that the movement of the mosquito-repelling fan next to him was getting smaller and smaller. He opened his eyes in displeasure, and was about to scold this unprofessional person when he fell headfirst on his lap and slept on his lap Have a sweet face.
He frowned in displeasure, stretched out his hand to push her face, Ji Ting snorted, grabbed his hand, and put the cushion under his face.
Shen Tuchuan paused, and was about to pull out his hand, but Ji Ting's face bounced in his palm like warm jelly. He pursed his lips, changed his hand from palm to grip expressionlessly, and as expected, he held a large piece of meat.
Shen Tuchuan: "..." So fat.
He snorted, closed his eyes and continued to sleep, but he didn't pull his hands out forcibly.
Ji Ting slept until it was getting late, then woke up in a daze, opened his eyes and saw that Shen Tuchuan was still sleeping, so he didn't wake him up, but went to the room and took a blanket to cover him, turned around and entered house to cook.
Shen Tuchuan was the only one left in the yard. Although it was getting chilly gradually, he didn't feel cold because of the blanket, so he had a good night's sleep. When he gradually regained consciousness, before he opened his eyes, he heard Aroma to the meal.
He moved his fingertips, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the living room with some blurred vision, where a graceful figure was hurrying back and forth between the dining table and the kitchen. He watched quietly, until the woman looked over, and then stood up indifferently.
"Master, come and eat!" Ji Ting looked at him with a smile.
Shen Tuchuan looked at her smiling eyes, and suddenly a strange feeling rose in his heart, which was so strong that he was momentarily stunned.
"Master, what's the matter?" Ji heard that he was silent, and hurried over, wiped his hands and covered his forehead, frowned, "I have a low fever, you shouldn't be allowed to sleep in the yard."
Shen Tuchuan didn't open her hand this time, but just stared at her expressionlessly, Ji Ting paused, hesitating: "Master, what are you looking at?"
"Your eyes." Why no fear, she should be afraid of him, like everyone else.
Ji Ting blinked, then suddenly smiled: "Does it look good?"
"not bad."
"It's just not bad?" His request is really high enough.
"Well," Shen Tuchuan got up calmly, stood up a head taller than her, and looked down at her, "Sell it?"
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"Make a specimen and put it in the room, it should be very beautiful."
"..." Young Master, please be yourself.
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One hundred random red envelopes will be sent out in this chapter. I haven’t sent them in the previous chapters. I’ll send them out before 12 o’clock tonight.