I always feel that my role as a master is a bit of a failure.
Seeing Tao Er's gloomy face, I couldn't bear to go forward and hold his hand, slowly stroked the back of his hand and comforted me: "Brother Tao Er, the sage said, food and sex are also sexual. I can't be lustful, so you let me eat it." Just a little. I don’t have many requirements, as long as I’m the same as Fuber who sweeps the floor.”
Tao Er sighed, held my hand back, and murmured: "It's not about this..."
I wondered: "Otherwise what else is there?"
However, Tao Er's face changed slightly, and he didn't continue talking. He turned to look at Yan Wu and asked, "How is her body recovering?"
Yan Wu said: "The recovery is good, but I still have to avoid eating." Maybe seeing my pleading, he finally let go and said: "It's okay to eat meat occasionally..."
Yan Wu, Yan Wu, I really love him to death!
With a cheer, I rushed forward and kissed him on the cheek. When I hit him on the back of the chair, he frowned in pain. He held my waist with both hands and pushed him outward. "Go, go, you smell weird!"
Tsk, he will be embarrassed too
Hearing what Yan Wu said, Tao Er finally showed mercy. "Well, from now on, add a little chicken every three days, but you can't steal it at other times."
"Yes!" I stood up straight and excitedly swore to promise. "My lord, I swear to God, I will never steal an unjust chicken..."
"Okay!" Tao Er interrupted me with a wave of his hand, "If you swear to be useful, you will have been reincarnated for a long time."
I leaned forward with a shy face, and leaned against his shoulder, "Don't say that, I swear with all my heart, but I can't keep it..."
He squeezed the space between his brows, glanced at me, then turned away helplessly, shook his head and sighed.
I saw the tiredness between his brows, and my heart twitched again, and I just felt so sorry for him. What's the difference between him running around for a living every day and me running around for a little oily chicken every day? We are all fighting for the same goal! I felt the same feeling all of a sudden, heartbroken, and dragged his hand and said: "You have been out for so long, you should be tired now, go back to the house to have a rest, I will call you at dinner."
He seemed to be gratified with a smile, "No, I have an appointment with someone later, you can have dinner by yourself."
Hearing him say that made me even more sad. "Men and women?"
Tao Er raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Is there a difference between a man and a woman when talking about business?"
Thinking of Mo Wei's broken sleeve, I was taken aback for a moment, then shook my head: "It doesn't matter..."
Chen's national style is open, especially Fujian and Vietnam. Los Angeles is located at the border of the two countries, which is a neutral zone. Broken sleeves are not common, but they are by no means new.
The sons in my family are too good, I have to guard not only women but also men.
Being a master is really hard, I really want to hide them all!
"Tao Er, don't work so hard, what's the use of earning so much money, just enough to spend."
Yan Wu sneered and interjected, "Just your medicine jar, how much money is not enough to spend. The Ganoderma lucidum you threw away after eating half of it yesterday is worth two hundred taels, and you may not be able to buy it."
I broke out in a cold sweat when I heard it. It turns out that there is no essential difference between me and Tang San, he didn't realize the value of antiques, he thought it was just a bottle, and I also didn't realize the value of medicinal materials, thought it was just a grass...
Tao Er, Tao Er, you have worked so hard and felt wronged...
I patted his head, kissed him on the face to express comfort, and then spoke out the doubts hidden in my heart. "Tao Er, do I owe a lot of money?"
Tao Er was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Why do you think so?"
"That young master Fang..." I said slowly, observing his expression carefully, "I have been looking for me, do I owe him money?"
Tao Er's face really changed when I mentioned Fang Xiaohou, "Who told you?"
"I guessed it myself."
Tao Er rubbed my face—I have grown some flesh recently, and it feels good to the touch, "Don't think about it, let us solve this matter."
"I don't owe him money?" I asked Fox.
Tao Er smiled helplessly: "If you have to say that, it should be their family who owes you."
I don't quite believe this. Whoever owes me, I don't remember him for eighteen lifetimes. But Tao Er obviously didn't want to talk about it anymore, and what he revealed was also very obvious. There is indeed a relationship between Young Master Fang and me. As for the specific relationship, he didn't want me to know, and he didn't want me to intervene. I was quite embarrassed. In fact, he could tell me. According to my temperament, I probably don't bother to care about it.
But why didn't he tell me? Why why why
I moved back to the Shen Garden full of thoughts, thinking that there was still a master to deal with, so I immediately didn't think about idlers and others. After adjusting the expression on my face, I squeezed out a smile and walked into the garden. I saw the master sitting on the small round stool beside the stone table, resting his chin in one hand, while the other plain hand was holding a black chess piece unconsciously on the chessboard. Knock once.
I'm so rare, it's rare to see it in a hundred years, the master seems to have some ulterior motives? Why did he frown and frown and move his eyes slightly, even when I walked behind him, I didn't notice it
"Master." I stared at his facial expression closely, and called out softly. His eyelashes trembled, and when he turned around to see me, he showed a faint smile, took me into his arms, and said: " came back."
It's really surprising that the master didn't scold me. He must have told Tao Er about my stealing money. Tao Er has scolded me, but he can still hug me with a smile
I hugged the master's slender waist back, and suddenly found that I couldn't guess what the master was thinking, and suddenly felt a little depressed, but the master noticed that I suddenly became depressed, and lowered his head and asked: "What's wrong with you, are you angry outside?"
I glanced up at him, then hastily lowered my head, and said in a low voice, "Master, don't you scold me?" You see, people are cheap.
The master was taken aback for a moment, and then he straightened his face slightly, "You know what you should scold and you can do it, what's the use if I don't say it?"
I felt embarrassed when he said that, and wrapped my hands around his neck, and said with a smile: "Master, don't say that, I won't dare next time."
This is too much to say, no one believes it, and the master doesn't care about it, he sighed lightly, and shook his head helplessly. "You..."
Seeing that I had escaped a catastrophe, I hurriedly asked: "Master, did something happen to you in Qizhai?"
The master loves to play chess, but the other four young masters in the mansion are all warriors, no one can play chess with him, he only goes to the chess studio occasionally to compete with others, most of the chess studios are old men in their 70s and 80s, I am very relieved.
"Qizhai is fine." The master paused for a moment, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile, "It's a letter from Mo Wei, saying that he will arrive in Luo City in a few days."
Blessings never come, but misfortunes never come singly!
Another bolt from the blue!