You rascal, stop right there!

Already dead?

Until this time, Bai Wan still asked unwillingly:

"Does that mean you and your old friend have never seen me?"

Ling Shumo then understood why this man had agreed to work in Lanyuan so obediently.

His mind suddenly became confused, with countless memories constantly switching between them.

So he had no choice but to say:

"No, never!"

He spoke each word with certainty and with great difficulty.

Hearing this confident tone, Bai Wan was suddenly very surprised.

Doesn't this person know that the more you lie, the more justified you feel?

However, Bai Wan still looked at Ling Shumo, whose eyes were slightly red, and asked carefully.

"So what kind of person is he?"

Ling Shumo looked at him, as if a hole was in his heart, and said: "He was my childhood classmate. He was not only well-read, but also good at calligraphy and painting. He was a talented person. It's a pity that he died young..."

When he said the last word, he unconsciously looked at someone's mutilated right hand wearing a glove.

That hand was supposed to be able to hold a pen, but now...

Having said this, he looked at the man holding a rag in his hand, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"You shouldn't be holding it!!"

He quickly took the rag away from the man's hand, and then looked at the man's right hand very carefully.

Bai Wan looked down at the rag and coughed.

He was just thinking that although Qingque was suspected of lying.

But this old friend who was well-read in poetry and good at calligraphy and painting must really exist. And since he sounded so good, it definitely couldn't be me.

He was illiterate, had poor painting skills, and behaved in a vulgar manner. Even the tofu seller next door, Ah Niu, looked more like a gentleman than him.

"Ayan asked me to come and look after the study to sort out the paintings. To be honest, I only owe you two taels of silver. I should be able to pay it back after doing odd jobs for a while."

Bai Wan said this with gnashing teeth.

After all, in the past, he could easily catch someone just by wandering around the streets. If he didn't want to know his background, he wouldn't be so honest.

Ling Shumo was stunned for a moment, and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "The study does not need servants."

"Then what are you calling me to do?" Bai Wan frowned. He had just signed the contract to work!

"I...I..." Ling Shumo's ears were slightly red. "Didn't you give me a bottle of medicine last time at Baihua Pavilion? I'm just repaying your kindness."

He remembered the last time he was mistaken for a prostitute, and he still felt a little scared.

But to Bai Wan's ears, these words sounded very sensible and reasonable, without a single flaw.

Especially when he looked at the man with red lips, white teeth and a frail body.

I suddenly felt that this young man was quite affectionate and loyal.

He's a good candidate to be a younger brother!

"I, Abai, am a reasonable man and don't mind owing others money. You should assign me some work!" Bai Wan said.

Ling Shumo raised his eyes and glanced at everything around him.

He thought for a moment and said, "The Lan Garden kitchen prepares some meals every day. Since they are new ingredients, the cook is afraid that she may not be able to control them well, so she needs someone to test the dishes. Can you make them?"

Food tasting? Is this considered work?

White pea is unclear.

However, when he thought of the picture book he had read, he thought that there seemed to be such a scene. Perhaps the owner of this orchid garden, Mr. Ling, was a person who opened a restaurant and liked to cook privately!

This is probably the happiness of rich people!

"Is there anything wrong with this dish?" Bai Wan asked cautiously.

Are you afraid of some dark cuisine?

cough cough...

Ling Shumo saw the strange look on this man's face and wondered what he was thinking.

So, he smiled, his eyes on the folding fan as gentle as jade: "You don't have to panic, just tell the truth about good and bad!"

"Oh~" Bai Wan gave a meaningful response.

But even if Mr. Ling ran a restaurant, he would not ask someone like me, who has no experience, to taste the food in his own backyard!

If it wasn't specially for himself, then he must have specially researched private cooking to please his financial sponsor, Mr. Ling.

The former is totally groundless, while the latter is probably just to gain a foothold here and curry favor with the patron!

After thinking about it, this person definitely wouldn't come up with such a stupid method just to keep me here, right?

He understood and said, "Okay then! But I, Bai Wan, will keep my word. Although I didn't rescue you from Baihua Pavilion, since I have been paid, I will definitely help you please your benefactor and try the dishes!"

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

The person on the other side really didn't understand what this person was talking about and stood there in embarrassment.