"What should be done in a humble position." Zhuang Qingyun raised his hand and squeezed the tired brows: "Miss, hurry up and go in. When I came out, the butler was waiting for the high priest to wash up."

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, twisted the food box and walked quickly into the bedroom.

As soon as he entered, he heard the sound of the porcelain bottle being smashed on the ground, and a woman's scream sounded from inside. Zhuang Huaisen's voice was full of anger: "Who let a lowly maid like you come in, get out!"

Zhuang Xiaoyu hurried in, and saw the woman kneeling on the ground, she was the favored maid of elder brother Zhuang Minghao, probably to win his father's favor, she came to serve at this time, and by the way showed courtesy, which annoyed Zhuang Huaisen.

Zhuang Xiaoyu frowned: "Hurry up and get out, this is not a place you came here without permission."

If you come a few more times, if you bump into the furious Zhuang Huaisen, you may lose your life.

The maid covered her face and ran out crying.

Zhuang Xiaoyu entered the bedroom door, quickly put the food box on the table near the bed, and coaxed Zhuang Huaisen: "Father, I have already chased you away. It's my fault. I will definitely come over early tomorrow to take care of you. Don't be too angry, what can you do if you get angry?"

When Zhuang Huaisen saw Zhuang Xiaoyu, the anger in his heart gradually calmed down, and the housekeeper standing beside him was also quite frightened. Seeing that Zhuang Xiaoyu coaxed Zhuang Huaisen well with a few words, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Since the eldest lady is here to take care of you, Mrs. The slave went to work on other things."

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded to the butler: "Thank you, old man."

"Wherever it is, this is what old slaves should do."

After the housekeeper left, Zhuang Xiaoyu took out the breakfast from the food box one by one, placed them on the low table, picked up the bowl, scooped up the bird's nest porridge with a spoon, and fed it to Zhuang Huaisen's lips: "Father, let's have some porridge. I feed you."

Zhuang Huaisen looked at his daughter who had loved him since he was a child and grew up with mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't know what it was like. He took the bowl and ate two mouthfuls of porridge. , Xiao Yu, do you still hate me?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu blinked, "Why do I hate you?"

"You lost your mother since childhood..."

"I don't remember anything about my childhood." Zhuang Xiaoyu took a sip of the warm goat's milk: "I know, Dad loved me since I was a child."

Zhuang Huaisen lowered his eyes and did not continue to ask.

The two were eating breakfast quietly, Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly laughed: "Father, I haven't had breakfast with you for a long time, such days only happened when I was very young."

Zhuang Huaisen: "..."

In retrospect, it was indeed the case. When he was young, he was ambitious, and finally secured his position as the high priest, but he felt empty. Later, he and Min Huizhu lived a life of luxury and debauchery. I have so little time for my little daughter...

Later, when he got a little tired of that kind of life, and wanted to care about Zhuang Xiaoyu, she fell in love with Qin Wuyan, a candidate for the next high priest who was predicted by the wizard's divination.

Fear and panic seized his body and mind, and his mind was on breaking up the two and being hostile to Qin Wuyan. The father and daughter once turned against each other, as if they had become enemies.

It never occurred to him that he and Zhuang Xiaoyu could settle their suspicions, have a peaceful meal and talk about themselves, and it turned out that his life was not long.

Zhuang Huaisen suddenly became sad, "Xiao Yu, you are the most worrying thing in my life, if my father can't protect you one day..."