Little Golden Egg Care Guide

After the days when the heat was at its peak, the weather became better day by day.When the sun slanted over, there was rarely a big movement in Yuanbaojuli.

Zaomu got some indescribably good things from Lu Chi, and he kept them in his chest and dared not put them out. Even when he went to the courtyards to deliver porridge, he was very nervous, for fear that others would see that he was not a peaceful woman thought.

Because when I was serving porridge outside the city, I spent two days cooking porridge with my servants.Lu Chi, who consciously learned a craft, was eager to try it when he came back. He got up early this morning and made a pot of porridge, which was not burnt.Lu Chi thought it was delicious after eating it by himself, so he asked Zaomu to distribute the porridge to other courtyards for everyone to taste together.

But this early morning was only for him to tell himself, where would it be considered early in the other yard.

When they were sent to Xihui Hospital, Lu Ping and Lu Xiu had already finished their morning classes from their husbands and were about to go to Lu Yi to report on the progress. When Zao Mu explained the whole story of the porridge clearly, they immediately became fresher and immediately praised them. .

Zaomu didn't dare to miss a single word, and tried his best to memorize it.

It was quite different when we arrived at the ancestor's place. Although he couldn't help but hold the porridge bucket, what he said was, "Oh my dear, why do you get up so early to do such rough work?"

Zao Muzui was stupid and dumb, his hands and feet felt weak after seeing his ancestors, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly bid farewell and went to Le'an Yuan.

Standing at the door of Le'an Courtyard was a little girl with a sharp chin, called Xin Xin, who was counting the cracks in the bricks on the wall boredly, and when she saw Zao Mu, she recognized it and asked with a smile, "What are you doing at this time?" Is someone coming?"

Just as she was saying this, another little girl ran out of the room, holding her skirt and panting, she came up to Xinxin and grabbed her hand, "Hey, why are you still standing here, sister Wang is looking for you .”

Xinxin hurriedly stepped over the threshold and entered.

Zaomu looked at the little girl who stayed where he was, and was stunned for a moment to recognize someone, "Hey, you are the little girl who fell into the pond that day."

Ruyi heard the words and looked at Zaomu, a little startled, then calmed down, and asked carefully, "Who are you?"

Zaomu grinned and said, "The young master asked me to take clothes to cover you that day."

"So that dress is yours." She couldn't help but smile a little on her face like a dough ball, and she turned back to talk to Zaomu as she walked in, "I didn't know who you were before, Thank you in time, now that I know it, it will be easier to handle."

"I don't want any thanks," Zaomu saw a lot of little girls like Minglan and Mingliu who grew up together, but for some reason, seeing Ruyi now, she jumped up for no reason. .

Having said that, I happened to be in front of the main house. Ruyi was a third-class girl, so she could only go forward and tell others to inform Zaomu.

In just a few moments, Chungui, the eldest girl who was by Lu Zhu's side, hurried out to greet her, and smiled when she saw Zaomu, "Why are you here today to cook porridge?" She said as she took Zaomu's hand He took out the food box on the table, took out the last two cups inside, and handed it over to the little girl on the side to bring it into the house.

Zaomu said, "Young master went to bed early yesterday, and woke up earlier this morning than usual. Maybe he will come here later to say hello."

Chungui took a step down the steps, and lowered his voice, "I'd better ask the young master not to come here today, Miss He and her mother are both here, Madam is busy, and the young master is a temper that doesn't like to deal with it."

After hearing this, Zaomu nodded repeatedly, "Then I know."

Farewell to here, Lu Fu's yard is also very fast, and it only took about two quarters of an hour to return to Yuanbaoju.

Zao Mu told Lu Chi, who was lying on the couch reading a book, all the details he had heard one by one.

Lu Chi threw a paper bag of fresh pastries wrapped on one side to Zaomu, without looking at him, he just said, "Got it, you go back, there's nothing else to do today."

High-ranking servants and servants have half a day off a month, but in Yuanbaoju, they are usually allowed to take a full day off.Zaomu was born in a family, and his mother was one of Lu Chi's former nurses, so he lived in a row of alleys behind the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Zaomu took the pastry neatly, covered his chest again, and backed out silently.

Zaomu's mother, Mrs. Li, is an honest person. In the early years, because she was Lu Chi's nanny, and the men in the family still had some skills, and took care of some trivial matters in the prime minister's residence, she had a unique courtyard in the alley behind here. Although he is a slave in name, his life is not easy.

Zaomu handed over the pastries that Lu Chi had given to Mrs. Li, and plunged into the room without coming out.

Holding the pastry, Mrs. Li was so happy that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear, and said repeatedly, "Hey, the young master still remembers that I love sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

She really loved Lu Chi's own son, and Li Shi thought everything Lu Chi did was good, so she was the only one who could compare with her ancestors.

Mrs. Li also thought that she had made two new pairs of insoles in the past two days, so she remembered to ask Zaomu to bring them to Lu Chi, so she took them excitedly, without knocking on the door, and went straight to Zaomu's room door, and saw him He was holding a volume of books, his cheeks were flushed, and when he saw his face, he still had a look of panic.

There was obviously something wrong, Li Shi couldn't help him to hide it, stepped forward and took the book from Zao Mu's hand, and took a closer look, there were no words on it, all of them were erotic albums when men and women were entangled and debauched .

Mrs. Li almost fell over from Zaomu's anger, and immediately smashed the book and the insole in his hand on the pale-faced Zaomu's head, and cursed, "You always remember to read these things every day. Ignorant stuff? The young master hasn’t seen it yet, if he sees it, let’s see if he dislikes you!”

Zaomu was afraid of pain, and tears were forced out when he smashed it. While covering his head and shrinking back desperately, he explained repeatedly, "No, it's not mine! It was given to me by the young master!"

Mrs. Li was stunned for a moment, but only stopped for a moment, and then continued to beat her again, cursing, "That's why you didn't take the young master to learn well! Zaomu, do you remember that now you are full, clothed and studying?" Writing, which one is not given to you by the young master, if you don’t persuade the young master to read these things, forget it, and secretly peek at it yourself?”

Zaomu was beaten with tears all over his face, he didn't know what to say about the depression in his heart, and couldn't find Bei because of his grievance.At noon, Mrs. Li took the good thing that he had just glanced at into the stove and set it on fire, Zaomu didn't even pick up a corner.

He also talked about another scene of Yuanbaoju at this moment.

Lu Chi was sitting on the couch, holding a erotic picture album with a name more fragrant than Zaomu's hand, turning back page by page, watching the couple go from the first entanglement to No .30 Nine Forms, the expression on the face is changed to frowning eyebrows and slightly bulging cheeks.

What is the point of erotic pictures?Lu Chi had flipped through four or five books this morning, but he didn't see any meaning at all.

When I turned to a page where the two were entangled from behind, the woman was lying down and couldn't see her face, and suddenly she couldn't tell the difference between male and female.The thought of "I can't see a man or woman, if there is a man below" flashed through Lu Chi's mind, and somehow a flame sprang up in his heart, and it shot straight at his face.

He finally found the root of the boredom, and it turned out that it was because the painting was a man and a woman.

"Hey, Mingliu, come in and grind it for me."

Lu Chi quickly jumped off the couch, and stepped on the ground with a pair of fleshy white feet.He didn't care, he sat at the desk by himself, took out the white paper and paperweight with his feet shaking, and set up his posture.

Ming Liu ran into the room from the outside, stood at the table, straightened the inkstone and smiled, "Young master is in a good mood today, do you want to paint?"

Lu Chi nodded, only telling her to hurry up.

Ming Lan stepped into the room and saw Lu Chi's casual appearance, quickly took his shoes and socks and walked quickly to put on his shoes on half kneeling, with some reproaches on her lips, "How can you run around with bare feet? It's freezing cold in this room, and the cold air enters from the soles of the feet, that's not a joke."

Lu Chi ignored her and let her play with his feet.I have already picked up the brush and tapped some ink in my hand, and I am ready to start painting.

Ming Liu leaned over to look while grinding, and asked curiously, "Master, what are you planning to draw?"

Her words woke up Lu Chi, and he coughed in a feigned seriousness, "I'll just draw casually, you two go out first, I can't draw without someone else."

Minglan and Mingliu didn't know why, but hurriedly exited the back room.

Lu Chi craned his neck and looked out twice, seeing that they had really left, he made the first stroke with confidence.Without men and men?Then he draws one himself.

Lu Chi thought about Chu Yu's face in his heart, and the brush in his hand seemed to be alive, and the movements that were a hundred times more delicate than those in the album were outlined in a few or two strokes.In the vivid picture on the paper, Lu Chi is majestic and majestic, pressing Chu Yu under him, and Chu Yu has tears on his cheeks, which is an unbearable action.

While drawing, Lu Chi couldn't help covering his nose and laughing a few times. He played with His Highness King Qin to death on the thin drawing paper by his temper all morning.

Left and right will not be seen by others, Lu Chi thought with a blushing little face.

The author has something to say: Chu Yu: What a big flag:) I play you as you play me.