After Qin Wuyan hung his clothes to dry on the bamboo pole at the door, Zhuang Xiaoyu, who always liked to sleep late, woke up early and came to see him.

Qin Wuyan placed the wooden basin at the door, thinking of the dream last night, his face turned red, he didn't dare to look at her directly, and asked in a low voice: "What will Missy do today?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu smiled innocently: "Accompany me to have breakfast, go shopping in the street, I have a lot of things to buy."

Qin Wuyan nodded, closed the door of the wing room, and followed behind Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Zhuang Xiaoyu took Qin Wuyan to the kitchen.

Yu Sui brought all kinds of breakfast, the steamed bun exudes a burst of fragrance, the fried dough sticks are golden and crispy, the soy milk is mellow and fragrant, and there is also a bowl of bird's nest porridge.

Zhuang Xiaoyu picked up the chopsticks, took a small steamed bun, took two bites, felt it was not tasty, and put it back on the plate.

I took another bite of fried dough sticks and drank soy milk, but I didn't feel much appetite, so I put them back on the plate.

In the end, holding the beautifying bird's nest porridge, he ate half a bowl, left the remaining half in the bowl, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief: "I'm full, I made too much for breakfast today."

Qin Wuyan looked at the food with two bites on the plate, and thought of the old people and children who were starved to death in the village, his heart was pierced, and he said in a low voice: "If Miss doesn't mind, I can eat your leftover food ?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes widened: "If you are not full, I can ask the cook to make some more. There is no need to eat what I left."

"I just don't want to waste it, there is no other meaning."

"Don't waste it. If you can't finish eating, you will also feed the chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep raised in captivity on the farm."

Qin Wuyan lowered his head and remained silent.

The chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep in the priest's mansion live better than the people in the village at the bottom of the mountain.

In the priest's mansion, everything is noble, but human life is cheap.

The eldest lady who doesn't know how hard every grain is, naturally has a naive feeling of why not eat minced meat.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhuang Xiaoyu pondered his thoughts for a while, and explained in a low voice: "If you don't dislike it, of course you can eat my leftover food.

I'm just afraid that you despise me. "

Qin Wuyan laughed at himself: "A person like me, what right do I have to despise you, Miss?"

He brought the plate in front of him, picked up the chopsticks, and ate up Zhuang Xiaoyu's leftover Xiaolongbao fried dough sticks and bird's nest, even the bird's nest porridge.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at him blankly. In her memory, it seemed that no one would eat her leftover food except her mother who loved her the most.

After all, there are always plenty of pastries, snacks and food in the priest's mansion.

From childhood to adulthood, the cook will do whatever she wants to eat.

After breakfast, Zhuang Xiaoyu took Yu Sui and Qin Wuyan to go out together. In order to take a shortcut, the two of them took the back door which was rarely seen.

Unexpectedly, at the back door of the priest's mansion, when he was about to get into the carriage, he met Min Huizhu's carriage again waiting at the back door.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the carriage, wishing to see a hole in the carriage.

The carriage belonged to the Min family, but everyone from the Min family had already gone back yesterday. Apart from Min Huizhu, who else could there be in this mansion?

Qin Wuyan lifted the curtain: "Miss, go up."

Yu Sui supported Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, let's go."

Zhuang Xiaoyu got into the carriage resentfully, but before the curtain of the carriage could be pulled down, she heard the clinking of ringed pearls and emeralds.

The back door was opened, and Min Huizhu, who was wearing a gauze hat and tulle on her face, came out from inside.