Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Seeing that they seemed to be turning a deaf ear to him, Liu Qiqi became even more angry.

He raised his hand to smash the pot to the ground.

The maid nimbly stepped back and avoided it.

Xiaoyue stepped forward and bowed gracefully, then said to Liu Qiqi, who was gritting his teeth:

"Servant Liu, this brown rice and barley soup is a gift from the master. You must not throw it away. You must drink it all to appreciate His Highness's kindness."

"I'm fine, I don't need to drink this stuff, get out of here!"

Liu Qiqi waved his sleeves up and down, making a sound of wind, not wanting to see this group of servants.

Xiaoyue stood where she was and gave the maid next to her a look.

The maid nodded, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a hint of ill intent flashed in her eyes.

She had dealt with this Servant Liu many times, and to be honest, it was not a pleasant experience.

She stepped forward to take the pot, poured a large bowl full before stopping, then held the bowl and handed it to the strong servant without spilling a drop.

The maid's voice was filled with threats as she spoke gently:

"Liu Shijun, this brown rice and barley soup will be served after a while. It will be at a perfect temperature when you put it in your mouth. It will definitely not burn you like before."

"If you don't drink, then we can only force you to drink."

Seeing that Liu Qiqi kept her lips tightly shut and refused to speak, the maid slowly added.

She supervised the cooking of this brown rice and barley soup, and she put a lot of care into it.

Thinking about every time he delivered food to the Liu Mansion, Master Liu always pursued the ultimate in color, fragrance and taste.

So she didn't cook it thoroughly this time.

The color of the half-cooked brown rice and Job's tears rolling in the pot is the most beautiful. I believe Liu Shijun will like it.

Liu Qiqi glared at everyone in the room one by one, and no one was afraid of him.

Liu Qiqi snorted heavily, reached out and snatched the bowl, glaring at the servant.

Then he brought the edge of the bowl to his mouth and asked, still unwilling to give up:

"Your Highness Prince Chen, you really didn't come?"

The maid smiled and said:

"Your Highness has been so busy that he hasn't had time to visit you. But your Highness's thoughtfulness is there. This brown rice and barley soup..."

"Okay, okay, I'll drink. Stop nagging! Just looking at you makes me sick!"

Liu Qiqi raised the bowl impatiently and took a sip, then found it hard to swallow!

After swallowing it with all his might, Liu Qiqi tried to ignore the taste in his mouth and cursed:

"I've verbally taught you many times before, but you haven't shown any remorse. When I regain His Highness's favor, I will definitely... No! I will definitely beat you all with a stick and drive you out of the palace!"

Liu Qiqi pointed at everyone in the room one by one, but the people in the room just looked at him expressionlessly.

They sneered in their hearts, they were really tired of hearing these words.

Liu Qiqi looked at the group of maids and servants who were staring at him eagerly, and he forced himself to take another sip.

Finally, he couldn't stand the unpalatable brown rice and barley soup anymore, frowned, and said:

"Do you know how to cook? Are you giving me slop to drink? Take it away! I don't want to drink it!"

Liu Qiqi looked at the familiar face in the kitchen and subconsciously yelled with his usual impatient attitude.

The maid's expression turned cold, and she stopped smiling at him. "Even if it's swill, you have to drink it."

The servant came forward and helped him drink the whole bowl, then took the bowl that the maid had just filled and continued drinking.

Finally, after completing their mission, the group walked out of Yuanzhu Garden.

Xiaoyue stopped and poked the maid's forehead, then said:

"I know you've suffered a lot from him before, but he's been in the mansion for over a month now, and it's enough for you to vent your anger."

"Although he is the Lord's servant, he is also the master. If you want to continue to control him with regard to food... be careful to be discreet."

Xiaoyue sighed and added the last few words.

When the maid heard Xiaoyue's words, her originally depressed expression instantly became lively. She pursed her lips and smiled in response.

"Yes, thank you Sister Xiaoyue for your advice! I will make sure he has nothing to say about his suffering."

When it comes to food torture, it’s not just about serving rotten food, there are many other ways to do it.

When Liu Qiqi entered Prince Chen's Mansion, he was just a servant whom the prince didn't even look at. If he didn't lose 20 pounds under her care, she would be considered too kind.

The servant Liu Qiqi brought into the mansion hid aside and watched silently the whole time.

After the group walked out of the yard, he patted his chest and considerately handed a handkerchief to Liu Qiqi.

With a look of concern, he said, "Master, would you please wipe it?"

Look, it would be better if he drank it actively. He was forced to drink so much that half of his face was covered with it and his clothes were also dirty.

Later he had to help Liu Qiqi wash his face, bathe him, dry his hair, and find clothes...

This just increases his workload...

Thinking of this, the servant's eyes showed deep pity and he lamented his miserable life.

Liu Qiqi sat on the ground and coughed for a long time. He always felt like there was a pot of brown rice stuck in his throat and he couldn't go down!

As soon as he came to his senses, he saw Qingtu's pitying eyes and thought that the servant felt sorry for his master.

Liu Qiqi sighed and said:

"Qingtu, don't sympathize with me, this is only temporary. You suffer with me now, and when I get back on my feet, I will make you the most respectable servant!"

"Yes."

Qingtu lowered his eyelids to hide the sarcasm in his eyes, and his only focus was on helping Liu Qiqi sit down on a chair.

Deep down, I didn't believe what Liu Qiqi said at all.

What's the point of having face? Do you really feel sorry for him as a servant, so as to change his name to this?

Every time Liu Qiqi called out this name, Qingtu would subconsciously lower his head and want to burrow into the ground.

Liu Qiqi's train of thought miraculously matched Qingtu's.

He took the tea from the table and forced himself to drink a small sip to get rid of the slop taste in his mouth. He said thoughtfully:

"Qingtu, I changed your name to this when I entered Yuanzhu Garden. I was very angry and felt that your original name was too suitable for the name of this courtyard. I didn't like it."

"Now that I think about it, the name Qingtu is a bit earthy."

"How about I take the trouble to think of another name for you?"

"Master! It's not necessary!"

"Aoto... is very good. I actually like it very much."

Qingtu's face was bitter and he spoke insincerely.

He remembered that when the name was first changed, it was Liu Qiqi who thought that the courtyard was called Yuanzhuyuan, which sounded like a place for him, a servant, to live in.

In a fit of anger, she gave him three new names and generously let him choose one from them.

The three names are: Qingtu, Qingtun and Qinggen.

They were all strange names, so he chose this one.

With such a master, he could only accept it and let it be green soil.

Three months passed, and he finally got used to it. He decided not to give Liu Qiqi any more room to express himself freely.

It's another early morning.

Lu Yi still got up from bed early, ate breakfast and kept track of time.

It's another day of going to court and working as a worker.

Lu Yi supported his chin with one hand, stuffed a mouthful of hot pastry into his mouth, and chewed it soullessly.

Unexpectedly, even though she changed her job and body, she still couldn't leave her identity as a worker.

Even got up earlier.