Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 219, Empress Dowager of the Cold Palace
When Wei Lang heard her provocative and proud tone, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head indifferently and started to eat.

He probably thought that Lin Anluo didn't want to give him any more food, so he decided to draw a line with her.This child has a very strong self-esteem, and he refuses to accept the kindness offered by others easily. Once he accepts the favor, he will definitely do something to repay the other party.

Lin Anluo walked to the door of her room, picked up a thick piece of firewood, and chopped it with a sickle. However, Yu Fenlian's body was soft, so she used her best strength and sweated all over to cut the piece of wood into small pieces that were convenient for burning.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Wei Lang eating slower and slower, and finally he was still eating in the same posture, but she didn't know whether the rice was imported or not.

Lin Anluo tilted her head, twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, then patted herself on the back, pretended to be angry and threw away the sickle, and said unbearably, "Cooking a meal in this ghost place is really not a human job, and the firewood is hard to do." I have to go so far to pick up the water, and it's my lady's turn to do all the work of the maid."

As she spoke, she simply sat down on the threshold, glanced at Wei Lang next door inadvertently, her eyes lit up, and she called him, "Hey, fourth prince, how about a consultation with you? You help me chop firewood and carry water." Come on, I will share half of what I do with you. You are young and strong, and it must be easier for me to do these things."

She was very thick-skinned, and after mocking him, she took the initiative to seek cooperation with him. Wei Lang stood up, apparently intending to go into the house for dinner and stop compromising with her.

Lin Anluo encountered a lot of difficulties with him, and she didn't care about it once or twice. In short, she was extremely ambitious and wanted to tame this Tibetan mastiff.

"What's wrong? You don't agree? Isn't it better to eat what I cook than these pig food?" Lin Anluo took the initiative to catch up with the sickle and firewood, blocked the door he was about to close, and raised her chin arrogantly to subdue him, " I beg you, I don't want to exhaust myself to death by cooking a meal."

The haughty woman and the indifferent young man looked at each other. He didn't speak, and his calm blue eyes couldn't see any emotional fluctuations. Lin Anluo took the bowl from his hand and stuffed the sickle handle into his hand no matter whether he decided or agreed. Li, raised his eyebrows and smiled charmingly, "Go, you chop firewood, and I will choose vegetables."

The fact that the sickle didn't fall from his hand showed that Wei Lang was moved and acquiesced to her suggestion.

Lin Anluo put Qiu Rong's rice at the door, walked to her house, dug out a few green vegetables, and sat on her doorstep to choose.

Wei Lang held the sickle, and his posture of chopping firewood was crisp and neat. A piece of firewood fell apart under his knife in the blink of an eye. Lin Anluo processed the vegetables and put them in a wooden bucket and handed them to him, "Go, wash the vegetables, and get a bucket of water by the way." return."

Wei Lang didn't answer, and looked at her quietly, with haughty eyes and furrowed brows in displeasure, as if asking silently, you order me?
Lin Anluo hung the bucket on his hand, smiled at him, and answered him silently, yes, I am calling you.

"I will make vegetable soup with meat at noon today," she said suddenly.

The young man threw away the sickle in his hand, turned around and walked out of the yard with the bucket.

Lin Anluo thought that the zoo would not deceive me. If the beasts are obedient, feeding them meat is the best way.

On the third day of the cold palace, Lin Anluo felt uncomfortable because she wanted to take a bath.

Because of the cooking fire, the corners of her clothes were blackened, and it felt like her head was also covered with ashes.The pork she hung on the bed had changed color because of the smoke, Wei Lang would stare at that piece of meat for a long time every day when he passed by her door.

But she saw that Wei Lang was well-dressed and neat every day, so she asked puzzledly, "Do you take a bath?"

(End of this chapter)