ugly moth

"Go in by yourself." The man leading Fei Mo stopped outside the gate of a courtyard, and the door was not even going to be opened for Fei Mo.

Fei Mo looked at him in surprise: "Me? Go in alone?"

The man nodded: "The sect master doesn't like too many people going in to disturb him. It's already the limit to recruit butlers these days."

Seeing that Fei Mo was still a little hesitant, he said, "Don't worry, I'm outside. If something happens to you, I'll go in and collect your body, but it's better not to anger the sect master."

This made me even more reluctant to go in.

Fei Mo swallowed hard and pushed open the courtyard door with a stiff body. In the middle of the night, there was no light or anything in the courtyard, so she couldn't see clearly at all.

"Excuse me, can I borrow a lamp?" Fei Mo asked the man next to him who had been staring at him in a low voice.

The man paused and said, "Wait a minute."

The entire Qianzhai was pitch-black, and no lights were lit anywhere, only when needed; the man looked around, but couldn't find a single lamp, so he had to take down the lantern hanging on the courtyard gate and give one to Fei. moth.

"I'm really sorry, the sect master doesn't like light very much, so he doesn't light the lamp." The man handed the lantern to Fei Moth.

However, after Fei Mo entered the door with a lantern, he suddenly heard him muttering from behind: "The master of the door has turned off the light again, how can I find a light to come out at night..."

Fei Mo touched her neck, sighed, and continued to walk forward resignedly. After all, they have come here, and there is no reason to run away.

From the courtyard gate to the front of the house, there is a straight path paved with bluestone slabs without any gaps. It should be for Qian Misheng's wheelchair to get in and out easily.

"Door, door master?" Fei Mo walked cautiously to the huge room with a lantern in hand. It was so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly, and she didn't dare to open the door rashly, so she could only ask in a low voice.

No one who was selected before said not to speak too loudly, so Fei Mo lowered her voice a little.

However, no one answered for a long time.

Fei Mo waited in the cold wind for a while, but couldn't stand the cold anymore, and knocked on the door again: "Master, the little one has come in."

There was still no answer inside the door, Fei Mo gritted her teeth, opened the door and entered the room with a lantern in hand, under the dim light, she vaguely saw a tall figure sitting on the upper seat.

Seeing someone in the room, Fei Mo paused as she entered the door: "I'm sorry, door master, I saw you didn't respond, so..."

The room was dim, and Fei Mo couldn't see Chimisheng's face and expression clearly, and it was difficult to guess what the other party wanted to do; but considering that it was still cold recently, it was not good for him to open the door to let the cold wind blow, so he entered the house on his own initiative and closed it Door.

Qian Misheng didn't respond to Fei Mo's series of movements, and just sat there in the dark, like a sculpture.

Fei Mo hesitated and walked over two steps, stopped in the middle of the living room, and asked softly: "Master, it's freezing cold, can I cook you some supper? Do you want something sweet or salty?"

Just when Fei Mo thought that Qian Misheng would not answer, a cold voice came from the darkness: "Sweet."

Fei Mo frowned slightly: "Wait a moment."

After all, Fei Mo took out the candles in the lantern, lit the two oil lamps farthest from Chimisheng, lowered the wick, only one was bright, but in fact, I couldn't see anything clearly.

One of the oil lamps was placed by Fei Mo at the corner outside the door to ensure that it was bright, but Qian Weisheng would not feel that the light invaded him; the remaining one was taken by Fei Mo to the man outside the yard.

"You came out intact?" The man was really surprised, usually something will happen to those who stay inside for so long.

Fei Mo smiled shyly: "Actually, I want to ask if there is a kitchen? The door owner wants a sweet supper."

The man looked at him in shock, and couldn't recover for a while: "Uh... there is a kitchen in the yard, behind the west wing. By the way, the owner of the door hates fireworks, and he doesn't like waiting for people the most. You have to hurry up. "

"Hey." Fei Mo nodded gratefully, and continued to look for the kitchen behind the west wing with the oil lamp in hand.

"How did you build the kitchen so far away?" Fei Mo found the kitchen after walking for a while. This place is really remote, and there is no bluestone path for Fei Mo to tell where to go.

The kitchen looked clean and the food was fresh and available.

Fei Mo lit up the lamp in the kitchen, looked around, and said to herself: "I don't like fireworks, but I want someone to choose a housekeeper who can cook. What do you think... The ingredients are all fresh, don't Just delivered today..."

After knowing the kitchen, Fei Mo took out dried golden jujubes, dried longan, raw eggs, wolfberry, white fungus, and lotus seeds and put them aside for later use.

Wash the earthenware pot and boil water, remove the pits of golden jujubes, wash together with dried longan, wolfberry, white fungus, and lotus seeds; cut the white fungus into small pieces, halve the lotus seeds, and remove all lotus seed cores.

After the water heated up, Fei Mo tested the temperature and was about to cut two slices of ginger into it when a voice suddenly came from behind: "No ginger."

Fei Mo was taken aback, and looked back suddenly, only to see the outline of a wheelchair in the shadow outside the door, while Qian Misheng was completely in the darkness, not showing at all.

"Master?" Fei Mo straightened her waist and asked softly.