She stood so stupidly, the son stood in front of her and ate all, and then asked, "Is this really what she did?"
Xiaoqing nodded: "Yes."
"It's not bad, it's a pity that there is too little to eat." Song Lang threw the plate back to Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing said: "The servant girl sees that she has done a lot, maybe there will be more." After she said that, she regretted it, really wanted to bite off her tongue, why did she tell him this? What if he wants to go in? Lonely man and widow. . .
Sure enough, Song Lang's eyes lit up, turned around and went into the house.
Xiaoqing blurted out, "My son, I'm afraid it's wrong for you to go in now!"
Xiaoqing's voice was very clear, and because of his anxiety, the volume was slightly elevated, and the people in the room immediately heard it.
Bai Zhi rolled the last piece of dough and gave it to Hu Feng, "Hurry up, come back at dawn."
Although the sky outside has turned over the belly of the fish, it hasn't been bright yet, and it's winter again, which can be considered a good time to sleep.
Hu Feng nodded, took the noodles and cabbage rolls in Bai Zhi's hand, strode to the window, and swept out.
At this moment Song Lang knocked on the door outside: "Can I come in?"
Bai Zhi brought the tea that Hu Feng had just drunk to her, glanced sideways at the closed door, and whispered: "I said no, you won't come in?"
Song Lang smiled and pushed the door with his hand.
The door was bolted, and the inner strength was secretly used, and the bolt broke.
He strode in, bringing in a cold wind.
Only a gauze lamp was lit in the room, which was slightly dim.
Xiaoqing followed in and quickly lit the other two lights in the room, and the room suddenly brightened.
Song Lang came to her and saw the plates on the table. He immediately stepped forward and realized that when he approached, both plates were empty, and only one of them had some leftovers. . .
"Have you finished?" Song Lang's eyes were full of disappointment.
Bai Zhi nodded: "It's finished, why?"
Song Lang coughed dryly, a little embarrassed: "I ate what you gave to Xiaoqing, it tastes really good, and thinking if you still have it, I will eat two more."
Bai Zhi took a sip of the tea, set aside the tea cup, and said coldly, "Nothing."
Seeing the son's appearance, Xiaoqing felt very unbearable, and hurriedly answered, "My son, the servant girl sees that this paper is not difficult to do. Why not let the servant girl do it for you?"
Song Lang nodded: "Alright, you can do it, I will say a few words with Miss Bai, and I will send it here in a while."
After Xiaoqing stepped back, he also sat down at the table. As soon as I sat down, I smelled a smell that shouldn't belong in this room.
They are doctors, especially doctors who know how to refining medicine, their noses are particularly sensitive, and their ability to recognize taste is beyond ordinary people.
This was clearly the smell of King Jin, he had smelled it yesterday, and it turned out that he had been here, so it's no wonder that they were all eaten up.
The smile on Song Lang's face became a little bit cold, and he turned his eyes to the window, and then shouted: "Come here!"
As soon as the voice fell, a tall and sturdy man walked over and he didn't know where he came from. It should be his secret guard.
"Master ordered!"
Song Lang pointed to the window and said, "Someone immediately seals this window."
Bai Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, did this guy find out
Song Lang smiled and said, "The wind is cold, and the window will be warmer if it is sealed."
She was almost certain that this guy must have discovered it.
"Is the medicine ready?" she asked.
Song Lang nodded: "It's ready, you can test it right away when the King Jin sends someone out."