"It's time to eat, come and eat quickly," Lu Zhicheng urged him, taking the handkerchief from the screen and rushing over to wipe Zhou Chi's hair, but Zhou Chi dodged and dodged, and Lu Zhicheng retracted his hand slyly, "You should wipe your hair well and don't get cold."
Zhou Chi ignored him and sat directly on the soft couch. While wiping his hair, he glanced at the food on the table. He was running around. He hadn't eaten a hot meal seriously for several days. When he took a shower just now, he smelled The aroma outside made him feel so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. At this moment, he looked at the large plate of roast chicken in the center of the small table. The aroma of osmanthus wine in the wine pot was so fragrant that Zhou Chi almost cried out. .
Zhou Chi looked at the food, and Lu Zhicheng looked at Zhou Chi. Zhou Chi had just come out of the shower. He only had a white silk shirt covering his middle coat and trousers. At this time, it was hanging loosely, and the water drops on his hair were falling from time to time. When he came down, there were patches of wetness on his outer shirt. Lu Zhicheng stared at the patches of wetness without blinking, and his breathing became uncontrollably heavy. He was so busy that he looked away and urged Zhou Chi: "Eat quickly. , go to bed quickly after eating, I will send someone to escort you back to Guangxi tomorrow morning."
"I didn't say I wanted to go back to Guangxi," Zhou Chi tore up a chicken leg and ate it heartily, while saying vaguely, "Besides, even if I go back to Guangxi, I, a grown man, don't need you to escort me. "
"No, tomorrow is the day when the war between Dali and Siam begins. It's too dangerous here, you can't stay here," Lu Zhicheng said solemnly, while adding, "Besides, you, the dignified governor of Guangxi, no longer have a good life in Guangxi." Wait, what's the point of running to the front line and staying there?"
"When I was fighting in southern Xinjiang, your boy was probably not weaned yet, and now it's your turn as a child general to dislike me? Haha," Zhou Chi was not angry at all, but had a smile on his face, look. Seeing Lu Zhicheng's face darken instantly, he smiled even more happily, "What's wrong? General Tong'er is unhappy?"
"I have grown up a long time ago," Lu Zhicheng said dullly, "I will be twenty-three years old in the Chinese New Year, and you will lose one mouthful of a child."
Lu Zhicheng was most afraid that Zhou Chi would use age as an excuse, but he didn't want Zhou Chi to say whatever he didn't like.
Zhou Chi was amused by him and had a good appetite. After finishing one chicken drumstick, he went to tear another one, and said to Lu Zhicheng: "You are not happy to say that you are young. I wish I could be a few years younger. You guys are just being pretentious about this."
"You're not old!" Lu Zhicheng blurted out, muttering in a low voice, "You're not old to begin with."
"Not old?" Zhou Chi seemed to have heard a big joke. He laughed so hard that he burst into tears. He couldn't even eat the chicken legs. He stopped after a long time and looked at Lu Zhi. Cheng said, "I'm twelve years older than you. That's a whole round. Why don't you get older?"
"You are really not old," Lu Zhicheng became more and more irritable. Not only was he irritable, but he was also a little bored. He didn't know what was so funny about this. Zhou Chi actually laughed for most of the day. He drank more than half of the cup in a depressed manner. The bamboo leaves were green, and then he looked into Zhou Chi's eyes and said seriously word by word, "Zhou Chi, you are really not old at all. I have known you as the governor of Guangxi since I was in the capital, and I always thought you were in your fifties or sixties. As for the semi-old man, he is still the kind of pedantic old scholar with a long beard. "