Chapter 1111

Autumn is over and winter is coming.

Bei'an was hit by a blizzard that had not been seen for a hundred years. Many victims came into the city. Lu Yilan looked at the White Street and suddenly lost his mind.

Yearning to stand beside her, "Miss, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing. You can get up early and cook porridge in the kitchen with me tomorrow morning."

"Porridge?"

"There are so many victims in the city due to such a heavy snow storm. It's just the right time for us to make porridge." Lu Yilan's tone of fishing for fame.

The people around her smile and don't speak.

At night, despite the burning of hot charcoal in the room, there was still a chill in the air. Lu Yilan rubbed his hand and put down the account book. "There's a lot of surplus in the house, if you want to make porridge It's going to last about a month. "

Yearning to give Lu Yilan a cup of hot tea.

The fragrance of tea is curling, and Lu Yilan looks at his slender fingers, a little bit distracted.

The only person in the world who has a relationship with her is yearning. Contact with other people is more or less for the purpose of repaying kindness, achieving the original owner's wish, or revenge for the original owner.

Only yearning, is her eye edge.

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the next morning.

For fear of trouble, the servants of the Song family were basically sent back by Lu Yilan. There were only three people in the Song family's huge house.

One housekeeper, one land, one wave, one yearning.

The housekeeper is old, so it's immoral for Lu Yilan to let him work in the kitchen, so there are only two people in the kitchen now.

However, let Lu Yilan condescend to burn firewood and water, yearning can't do it, so the only one who works in the kitchen is yearning for one person.

"We agreed to cook porridge together. Here I am It's superfluous. "

"No The man who was adding firewood to the pot raised his head and laughed, "Miss, you are never redundant." Said, yearning for the action on the hand faster.

Fire, boiling water, new rice, soon the kitchen pot sent out a unique smell of rice porridge, yearning for action faster, from the eaves to take out a long prepared cask, and then very naturally spoon the porridge into the cask.

A bucket full, cover, and then repeat the previous thing, continue to cook porridge.

Looking at the good-looking people working, he always felt that time passed quickly, so Lu Yilan stayed in the kitchen for two hours, but he didn't feel bored.

At 9:00 in the morning, I began to move porridge. I moved four barrels of porridge from the kitchen to the gate of the Song family. It wasn't until 9:30 that the porridge was finished.

Yearning sweat wet winter clothes, Lu Yilan looked at him, said, "with you feel in the use of child labor, I feel good guilt ah."

"Sorry for what It's my good fortune to use me, miss When it comes to luck, the young man squints his eyes, "if the young lady really feels guilty, you can promise me one thing!"

"Well?" Lu Yilan is slightly surprised, "are you seeking reward?"

"Isn't it common for teenagers to ask for rewards?" Yearning for curved lips, "not to mention my glib youth."

Lu Yilan

"Well, first you say what reward you want."

Lu Yilan thought that what he said would be paper, ink, brush and inkstone, or he would go too far and ask her to say something nice, or he would go too far and say that he wanted to hold her hand, which she had said before.

However, Lu Yilan did not expect to yearn so much.

"Miss, if you feel guilty, why don't you kiss me?"

“……”

"Not good."

She only kisses one person.

"Don't be so presumptuous in the future. I'll be angry."