The oriental leader wears the book

Internal injuries don't heal in a short while, and the injuries on the hands don't feel too much as long as they don't touch or hold heavy objects. Si Kou Lingtian got up early the next day and went to the kitchen.

Wen Tingyu's chest felt tight after receiving Dongfang Bubai's palm yesterday, and she didn't sleep much all night.Lying on the bed, I thought of how polite people were when they saw her in the past, let alone treat her like that person yesterday.If her father was still there, how could she suffer this grievance? Thinking of this made her feel uncomfortable, and at the same time, she hated the murderer of her father even more.

Seeing that it was already dawn, Wen Tingyu, who couldn't sleep on either side, simply sat up and went to the table to pour a glass of water, but when she picked up the teapot, she found that it was empty.

There was already a pain in her chest, coupled with the irritability in her heart, she directly smashed the teapot in her hand to the ground.

Looking at the fragments of the teapot on the ground, the sullenness in her heart dissipated a little, and Wen Tingyu opened the door to boil some water for drinking.

Before reaching the kitchen, there was a smell of rice porridge. She was a little surprised, and then walked a few steps to the kitchen door.

Because of what happened yesterday, Wen Tingyu was actually still angry in her heart, but when she saw the people busy in the kitchen, her eyes moved slightly, and she walked in with a smile.

No matter what, the loss has already been eaten, and it is necessary to find out whether the person in front of him is the murderer or not.

"Is the young man in good health?"

Si Kou Lingtian heard the movement before she reached the door, but the porridge on the stove was cooking to a critical moment, and he was busy stirring it with a porcelain spoon to make the porridge thicker.

Ignoring the voice from behind, Si Kou Lingtian poured the porridge from the casserole into a porcelain cup, covered it and put it on the tray, then turned to look at the person walking in front of him.

Noticing his undisguised disgust and killing intent towards her, Wen Tingyu stopped unconsciously.

"If you don't want to die, get out." After Si Kou Lingtian finished speaking, he turned around and took another plate, put some pickles on it, cut two salted eggs, and finally put them into the tray with a basket of steamed buns on the side.

It was obviously a calm tone, but Wen Tingyu's back felt chills when she heard it.She was standing there in a daze, when she saw the man walking towards her with the tray, she unconsciously took a few steps to the side, and then watched him leave.

If you don't leave quickly, you will really be killed by him!Inexplicably, there was this feeling in her heart, Wen Tingyu's face changed a few times, she still clutched her chest and left the kitchen, and then walked towards the door.

After walking outside, Wen Tingyu looked back at the small courtyard with green tiles and blue bricks, and then left without turning her head.

After Dongfang Bubai got up, he saw the person sitting at the table waiting for him.

Seeing that he was in good spirits, Dongfang Bubai glanced at the food on the table and sat down, "Don't force yourself."

"I know." Si Kou Lingtian responded, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a bun for him.

Si Kou Lingtian, whose right hand is not yet fully healed, naturally does not have the ability to make delicate things like steamed buns. This steamed stuffed bun with thin skin and thick stuffing is the one he bought early in the morning at the famous Liu’s steamed stuffed bun shop in the city. Steamed.

After breakfast, the bowls and chopsticks were cleaned up, and Si Kou Lingtian, who could neither practice sword nor rest his inner strength, had nothing else to do.

"What are you following me for?" Dongfang Bubai said, squinting at the person who was following behind him like a tail.

Si Kou Lingtian didn't say anything, just looked at him helplessly.

"If you have nothing to do, go to rest." Dongfang Bubai said.

"It's not long since I woke up, and I can't sleep now."

Seeing that he continued to follow behind after he finished speaking, Dongfang Bubai let him go, took a small bamboo basket and went to sit under the big tree in the courtyard.

Si Kou Lingtian continued to follow, and sat beside him after he sat on the soft couch.

Seeing him embroidering patterns on a robe with a needle and thread, Si Kou Lingtian admired it for a while and thought: Dongfang is really amazing at being able to make such delicate patterns with such a thin thread.

While thinking about it, he noticed that the thread in his hand was almost finished, Si Kou Lingtian found the red embroidery thread from the bamboo basket, and wanted to tear off a section for him.

"Snapped--"

Dongfang Bubai, who was about to change the thread, looked up and saw that he randomly picked a thread from a ball and pulled it hard. Although a section of thread was pulled off, the rest were all messed up.And he seemed to dislike that the thread in his hand was too short, and after throwing it aside, he wanted to pull it from the ball again. Dongfang Bubai immediately clapped his hand, "What are you doing?"

Si Kou Lingtian, who originally wanted to say that he was helping, looked at the messy ball of thread along his line of sight, and then let go of the thread that was still in his hand with some guilt.

"I didn't find the end of the thread, what are you pulling?" Dongfang Bubai put down the needle and gave him a sideways look.

"I'll tidy it up for you." Si Kou Lingtian, who knew that he was not helping, picked up the messy thread and said.

Seeing that he was talking about tidying it up, it turned out to be even more messy. Seeing that the thread was not working well, Dongfang Bubai glanced at him helplessly, and then said: "Go to the room and get a new one."

Looking down at the big ball where the end of the thread could not be found at all, Si Kou Lingtian responded and got up quickly to help him get the thread.

When passing by the kitchen, he stopped, walked in quickly and stuffed the messy thread in his hand into the stove, and then hurried to Dongfang Bubai's room.

When I opened the cabinet, I saw a small box containing embroidery thread. After Si Kou Lingtian took out some of the red thread, he glanced at the white cloth next to him, thought for a while, and hugged it out.

After coming out with the cloth in his arms, Si Kou Lingtian wanted to put it back again, but he hesitated at the door for a while, but he still didn't do so.

After taking the thread he handed over, Dongfang Bubai glanced at the cloth towel in his arms, "Why did you take out the cloth?"

"I..." Si Kou Lingtian put it on the couch, and said after a while, "I'll take it out to ventilate."

Dongfang Bubai glanced at him, but said nothing, and continued to embroider after changing a thread.

When the outer robe in his hand was almost finished embroidering, Si Kou Lingtian turned around and brought some tea and put it on the small table next to him.

He shook off the embroidered robe and looked at it. Dongfang Bubai was quite satisfied and put it aside, went to wash his hands and then had some refreshments.

The refreshments were almost used up, and Dongfang Bubai sat for a while before returning to his room with his things.Si Kou Lingtian stared at the cloth on the couch for a while, with a disappointed expression on his face, and then carried it back to the cabinet in Dongfang Bubai's room.