As soon as the bowl in his hand was filled with soup and spare ribs, Meng Nan's voice sounded in his ear: "It just so happens that I am hungry too. Bring it over."
Guard Jin has a black line, his nose is really good, he won't come early, he won't come late, but he came just as soon as he had prepared the soup.
What can he say
Guard Kim reluctantly carried the soup to the front hall, and placed it on the table respectfully: "Master, please use it."
Meng Nan smiled and said: "Okay, go ahead."
Jin Shiwei rushed back to the kitchen, but he saw Hu Feng standing by the small clay stove, holding a bowl and spoon in his hand, spoonfuls of soup, golden corn, soft ribs, small The soup in the pot lost more than half in the blink of an eye. He was so careful that he really wanted to curse. As soon as this guy came back, he hid in the house, causing him to cook and do some women’s work. When the soup is cooked, he runs fast.
But after all, this is the Hu family, not the Yamen, nor the Meng Mansion. He felt angry in his heart, but it was not easy to come out casually. He could only watch Hu Feng carrying a bowl of corn ribs and wandering away.
Hu Feng carried the soup to the table in the hall and sat on the right hand side of Meng Nan. The adjacent side of the square table.
Meng Nan glanced at him, and then stretched out his hand to untie the kerchief on his face, exposing his face with a large area of ulceration.
Hu Feng's action of holding a spoon to deliver soup to his mouth stopped immediately, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Meng Nan, immediately got up and took the soup off the table, found a chair and sat at the hall door.
Meng Nan stared at him: "Hu Feng, what do you mean? Why don't you be at the same table with the official?"
Hu Feng didn't look at him, only faintly spit out one word: "Smelly!"
Meng Nan was dumbfounded. He knew the smell, but he didn't expect that Hu Feng would say it so directly, regardless of his face, with a look of evasiveness. It was simply-too faceless.
But soon, this embarrassing episode was completely forgotten by him.
Because this ribs corn soup is really delicious, the soup is very clear, and one sip is full of the fragrance of corn and the fragrance of flesh and blood. There is nothing else in the soup, and none of the expensive supplements he drinks on weekdays. The taste is so delicious. It is the best soup he has ever drunk. It is simple, and it is full of the original taste of food. This is what people eat.
As if what he ate before was not eaten by humans?
After a while, his bowl saw the bottom, but his mouth and stomach were still not satisfied. He called for the Golden Guard, but no one answered him, so he took the bowl and got up, just turned from the front hall to the backyard, and saw it at a glance. The guard Jin was holding a small soup pot and pouring soup into the bowl, and poured the last bite of soup into the bowl.
He was about to ask Jin Shiwei to bring him the soup, but unexpectedly, Jin Shiwei quickly picked up the bowl and took a sip before he spoke. . .
Jin Shiwei pretended to see Meng Nan and said with a smirk: "My son, I'm sorry, it's gone."
Meng Nan pointed to his hand and said, "Don't you still have a bowl in your hand? Take it."
Guard Jin shook his head: "No, no, this subordinate has already drunk it. It's dirty, so I can't give it to the son."
Meng Nan waved his hand: "It's okay, I don't think you are dirty, just bring it."
Jin Shiwei wanted to scold his mother, but he didn't dare to disobey the son's order. Looking at the soup in his hand, he didn't know where the courage came from, so he suddenly picked up the bowl and dried it in one breath. . .