My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Absolutely not." But this time her answer was still a sharp refusal.

"I'll ask for the last time..." Gong Ming seemed impatient, and repeated for the third time.It's just that this time he was interrupted by Ji Zi before he finished speaking.

"Don't ask, I won't drink if you kill me."

"Okay." Gong Ming laughed angrily, stood up and picked up the toy he had placed in front of Ji Zi before and walked to the kitchen. "Then don't drink it. See if I will cook it for you a second time!"

After leaving the table he never came back.He didn't even come back to continue eating the half-eaten breakfast before, and walked straight up to the study on the third floor with a straight face, and didn't even look here when he went upstairs.

"...He, is it all right?"

Ji Zi, who had a calm face when Gong Ming was there, became a little nervous after Gong Ming left. Looking at the three of Ji Lin who were having breakfast with the old god beside him, they inserted a piece of fried fish in their bowl with their chopsticks. From time to time, he glanced at the direction of the kitchen where Gong Ming had just put the bowl of Anshen Soup back. After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't help asking.

"It's okay." Ji Lin calmly took a bite of her fried egg, biting a small gap in the round fried egg, and said vaguely.

Gong Ming is from the south of the Yangtze River. Fried eggs like to fry the eggs until they are golden on both sides, rather than the sun-dried eggs with milky white egg whites that are more popular in this era.

"The messy soup he cooks every time is really bad. It's obviously fried Chinese medicine but he still insists that what he cooks is soup. It's no wonder you don't want to drink it."

Ji Lin explained very calmly, and Michelangelo next to him nodded approvingly, as if he had also suffered from this poison.

But those who said these words also had those calming soups in front of them, and they had obviously taken more than one sip.Even when Michelangelo nodded, he drank a little calmly with that bowl, but there was not even the slightest fluctuation on his delicate face.

"..."

The corner of Ji Zi's mouth twitched, wondering if the two of them had a sense of taste.

"Well, don't pay too much attention to this matter." Xi'er smiled, and there was also a glass of that dark black liquid in front of her. Girls with dark hair obviously keep it at arm's length.

"Ming is actually just putting on a show. If you really want to say how angry you are, it's not necessarily true. Don't you understand that person? That kind of hard-spoken and soft-hearted person will heal after a while."

Compared with Ji Lin and Michelangelo, the two "traitors" who drank the bowl of soup, Xier's words, who obviously also did not drink the bowl of soup, were more comforting to Ji Zi.Hearing Xi'er's words, her complexion improved immediately, but she still absent-mindedly poked the piece of fried fish that was about to be smashed by her with her chopsticks.

"There is also Ming's problem with this matter, so I can make a face after having a good breakfast." Seeing this, Xi'er could only smooth things over with a smile. "Sister Jizi, why don't you take a rest after eating? If you really feel sorry, why don't you wash the dishes with me after everyone finishes eating?"

"That's fine." It seemed that washing the dishes could slightly make up for the impact of the farce, so Ji Zi accepted the proposal, stood up and left the table first.

"Then I'm done eating, you guys eat slowly."

"Yeah." Ji Lin nodded to her. This girl who needs a specially raised chair for eating, and who must have a common language with Teresa on certain things is very calm at the moment, and she can't see any expression.

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Ten minutes later, when Ji Zi walked down the stairs again, Ji Lin and Michelangelo had already gone upstairs.The former has been obsessed with cross-stitching for a while, and seems to want to use something to prove her femininity, while the latter, as always, is going to spend the whole morning in her studio. In various senses, the evaluation is not good. I have to admit that she is really an overly quiet girl. Jizi has been here for more than a month, and I heard her speak no more than [-] sentences every day.It seems that she never takes the initiative to speak, and she will only answer a few words unless someone explicitly asks her a question.It's as if she's just a mascot standing there, or a kind of cold and arrogant cat.If you don't provoke her, she won't disappear, and if you talk to her, she won't come close.

"You put it there, I'll get it."

As soon as Ji Zi went downstairs, she saw Xi'er clearing the table, and hurried over and said.

"Didn't I say that I can wash it?"

"What Xi'er said earlier was 'Sister and Xi'er washed the dishes together'." However, the purple-haired girl just smiled at her and did not stop her movements.

"You girl." Ji Zi walked over helplessly. "Is it fun to do these little tricks?"

"It's not a trick." Xi'er chuckled and stacked the two bowls again. "Xie'er just really thinks so."

"You." Ji Zi shook his head helplessly, and stretched out his hand to tidy up the table.It's just that when his eyes swept across the desktop, he suddenly noticed a certain detail on the desktop.

Ji Lin and Michelangelo's tables were filled with so-called calming soup bowls, but there were actually a little bit left over.Ji Lin had about one-fifth left, leaving a bowl bottom.And Michelangelo is slightly more, but not more than a quarter, and it can barely be counted as the category of "drinking".

This shows that everyone actually has no problem with their sense of taste, and they all feel that the stuff is too bitter and don't want to drink it.It's no wonder that when Ji Zi complained before, the two of them nodded in agreement.

But only Xier, who at first thought Jizi was "the same kind" as her and tried to smooth things over when she showed resistance, was the only one who drank clean from her bowl.

Gong Ming never came down from the first time he went upstairs, so no one would know if he didn't drink.And although Jizi didn't know what the principle of this thing was, the final effect was nothing more than something similar to sleeping pills.So when there is no such demand and no one will check, even Ji Lin and Michelangelo didn't finish drinking it, but only drank most of it to complete the task.Only Xi'er drank it meticulously, not a single drop was left.

Does she also suffer from insomnia?

Ji Zi looked at the girl's fair and tender face without any trace of dark circles, and felt that it was not the same.

Just when she was a little confused thinking about the reason for this question, she suddenly remembered...

Earlier, when Ji Lin and Michelangelo agreed with Ji Zi that the medicinal soup cooked by Gong Ming was really unpalatable.

She was the only one who kept smiling.

No nod.

Please take a day off, double update tomorrow

I'm really sorry, but the current situation is really embarrassing...

I made a watch for a day today, and the whole head is mixed. In addition to plants, plants are still plants in my mind.Now I look at the outline and don't know what I should write... I haven't started writing the new book since I started it, the biological clock is abruptly adjusted because of medication, and now I feel sleepy before twelve o'clock...

I can only change it tomorrow... When I think about all kinds of things that will cost at least [-] tomorrow, I feel that the blood vessels in my temples are expanding...

I'm so hard...

Chapter 420 What if we want to pamper him?

Ji Zi pursed her lips, looked at the bowl in front of Xi'er's seat with somewhat complicated eyes, and was slightly absent-minded.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Xi'er looked at her curiously. "Still thinking about the past?"

"Ah, no, no." Ji Zi suddenly came to her senses, shook her head quickly, and then quickly stretched out her hand to pile up the bowls in front of her, the quick movements seemed to be subconsciously trying to cover up some fact.

"Just a little distracted."