The host of Kuaichuan can't be so timid

Chapter 467 Depressed Master, Don’t Bully Me (11)

Good man, he started reading that book from the beginning again.

Is it really that good-looking?Not tired of watching it so many times.

Luo Xiaoyun stood by the side and waited for a while, fearing that the food would be cold and unpalatable, she went to the desk and persuaded him: "Master, it's time, you can eat first, let's look at it after eating."

There was silence in the air for two seconds, Wu Ling didn't even look at her, and didn't take her words to heart at all.

Luo Xiaoyun: "...Master?"

"roll……"

Well, I have heard this word many times today.

Luo Xiaoyun stood back at the dining table, the food on the table was full of color, fragrance and taste, seducing her taste buds all the time.

Ma Ma, I really want to eat it!
No, I can't watch it anymore, it would be too embarrassing if my saliva will flow out later.

Luo Xiaoyun glanced away, but the smell of the food would still get into her nose, and it was impossible to ignore their existence.

"Gulu..." Luo Xiaoyun swallowed, and looked up in despair.

I haven't eaten yet, the food will be cold later.

Is that book really that good?

Luo Xiaoyun suffered a lot here, the food was right in front of her eyes, and she couldn't eat a single bite.

I don't want to, I can't let her suffer alone, it's right if they are together.

Luo Xiaoyun looked left and right, and saw a fan unfolded on the table next to it, with a landscape painting on it, and a poem beside it.

"Dawn sees the sky clear, and the frost is full of Iraqi songs."

Luo Xiaoyun wasn't in the mood to admire these things, she just reached out and took the fan in her hand, and started fanning the food on the table.

She slapped Wu Ling with her scent, see if you can still be calm?
People are iron and rice are steel, they always have to eat, I don't believe you are not greedy.

After four or five slaps, Wu Ling on the opposite side put the book upside down on the table, and a pair of sharp eyes shot at her: "What are you doing!?"

See, this method is still useful.

"The young master doesn't need any food, and the maid thought that the young master thought the food was too hot, so I fanned them to cool them down, so that they won't burn my mouth when I eat them." Luo Xiaoyun explained solemnly, while her hands kept moving.

Wu Ling's gaze shifted from her face to her wrist, her pupils shrank, his fan!
The painting on it was painted by Master Baiming, a famous studio today. This fan can be sold for at least 10,000+ taels of silver.

But now this priceless fan has become a fan in Luo Xiaoyun's hands to cool down the food, and her style has suddenly gone from heaven to hell.

"Put it down!" Wu Ling stretched out his finger and shouted loudly, then he watched Luo Xiaoyun's hands tremble in fright, and the fan just fell into the soup bowl...

There was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and Wu Ling almost burst open.

"Ah...young master..." Luo Xiaoyun quickly realized and took the fan out of the bowl.

But it was too late, one-sixth of the area of ​​the fan was soaked by the soup.

Wu Ling only felt that he was going to be out of breath, as if a heavy stone was being pressed on his heart.

Why, why did he leave such a maid in the room?

This is a scourge!

Seeing Wu Ling's reaction, Luo Xiaoyun knew that this fan must be very precious.

But no matter how precious it is, it's already like this, what should I do?
Wu Ling won't drive her out, will he?

Luo Xiaoyun thought for a moment, then quickly knelt down, "Second Young Master, this servant is wrong, this servant really doesn't know how important this fan is to you."

(End of this chapter)