Xiaobaihua's character can't be collapsed

Song Han was puzzled.

Who reached out to him with such a long hand?When was the drug poisoned?Had he already taken poisonous drugs before?

Song Han calmly analyzed them one by one.

The servants of Wanren Villa who are just watching from the sidelines should not be in the same boat as others. How Li Hanchuan is obvious to his servants who work in Ningxiang Xiaozhu, and Mrs. Jianlian who was in front of him has just been kicked out of Wanren Villa by twenty sticks. I don't think it's possible for the servants to risk their lives to harm him.

The most powerful evidence is that he has lived in Ningxiang Xiaozhu for so long, and he has not collected hatred points in the process of contacting the servants.

He suspected that the people in the backyard had done it to him.

But what did the other party do?Is it in the stage of preparing herbs, or in the stage of boiling medicine?

The former is in the medicine house of Miraculous Physician Murong, and the latter is in the small kitchen of Ningxiang Xiaozhu...

Song Han couldn't figure out who had this ability and what method was used to poison him.

He didn't feel any discomfort for the time being, but he still had to find Doctor Murong to check his body.

Well, it's not easy for him to speak up about this.

Song Han felt a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand, opened the jar, and stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth.

Let the landlord worry about things he can't figure out!

Mu Xiaobai came back with the book and teased, "Young master, is it sweet?"

Song Han blushed and nodded with a candied fruit in his mouth.

After getting acquainted with Song Han, this little boy Mu Xiaobai developed a childish disposition to join in the fun, and continued to tease him: "Young master, what you say doesn't count, the owner has to say it!"

Song Han could only stare at him in embarrassment.

The end of the new year was approaching, and Li Hanchuan was so busy these days that he never touched the ground, and was often away from the village, so he couldn't come to see Song Han every day, but the two had already developed a tacit understanding of making dinner appointments.Li Hanchuan had time to eat with Song Han, or when he could eat the food he cooked, he would be informed, and if he couldn't eat the food he cooked, someone would tell him not to prepare the food.

Li Hanchuan didn't have time to look at Song Han, but he explained that the butler would bring him some gadgets from time to time. Song Han was surprised and delighted, the owner seemed to be getting more and more interesting!

He asked Qingfang for a box to store the gadgets sent by Li Hanchuan like treasures, and he would give back to the owner some copybooks that he had obviously improved, or do some small handicrafts, or ask the housekeeper Fang It's inconvenient to bring Li Hanchuan a snack or something.

During this period, he secretly poured out all the medicines, lowered his various values ​​day by day, and his overall mood became worse and worse, and he became more and more haggard.

It was the careful Haruka who noticed his inappropriateness first.

With Murong's medical skills, Song Han's health will not get worse if he takes the medicine on time. Qingfang became suspicious and paid attention.

After Song Han pushed him away again and poured out the medicine, Qingfang, who was already suspicious of him, immediately noticed the problem.

The window was wide open, and the strong medicinal fragrance mixed with the cold fragrance of red plums rushed in along with the cold wind, Qingfang Liu's eyebrows were furrowed tightly, "Young master, if you are not well, don't be greedy for cold."

The sleepy Song Han forced a smile: "I just want to see plum blossoms."

Qingfang, who walked quickly to the window, stared at the red plums that should have bloomed brilliantly but withered in the middle of blooming out of the window, and his heart skipped a beat!

She glanced down suspiciously, and her pupils trembled when she saw the brown frost crystals condensed on the plum tree.

Qingfang turned around abruptly, half of Song Han's face was already buried in the soft brocade quilt, thick long eyelashes covered her pale face, and she was drowsy.

Qingfang's eyes flickered, but in the end he didn't make a sound to wake him up, but closed the window and walked out of the bedroom lightly.

"Take care of your son, I'm going to find the owner now."

After exhorting Mu Xiaobai with a serious expression, Qingfang hurried to Renxue Pavilion.

Song Han knew that Qingfang would definitely notify Li Hanchuan as soon as he found something wrong, his eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth smiled.

He also hadn't seen Han Chuan for a few days, and he happened to get some favorability points again.

Song Han rubbed the quilt, missing the clear rosin on the man's body very much.

He was about to relax and fall asleep, but there was an anxious and angry clear voice from outside the door.

"My son condescends to come to see him, but he hides in the tortoise shell and dare not come out for fear that I will eat him?"

The young man was still so blunt when speaking.

Holding on to the wool delivered to the door, Song Han struggled to get up from the bed.

"Master, he has already fallen asleep, Mr. Luo, please go back!" Mu Xiaobai replied stiffly.

Luo Jingxi clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Wake him up when he falls asleep!"

These words made Mu Xiaobai laugh angrily, "The owner won't wake up the young master when he comes, Mr. Luo, you have a big face!"

A sternness flashed across Luo Jingxi's beautiful eyes, and he rushed forward regardless -

The closed door was suddenly opened from the inside, and Luo Jingxi didn't have time to stop, knocking Song Han backwards.

Luo Jingxi had sharp eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly grabbed him.

Song Han was hit badly, and helped the boy to stand upright.

"Thank you..." Song Han smiled weakly.

Luo Jingxi shook him away and snorted, "I thought you were asleep!"

Mu Xiaobai snorted immediately: "You just fell asleep!"

Seeing that a quarrel was about to start, Song Han said helplessly to Mu Xiaobai: "Okay Xiaobai, Mr. Luo is used to talking like this, so don't be angry."

After finishing speaking, Song Han looked at Luo Jingxi with gentle eyes, "Why does Mr. Luo want me?"

The young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes is still wearing a dazzling red dress, but the burning aura of the young man is no longer burning like a raging fire, and even those bright eyes that are full of arrogance and disdain when looking at people are stained with a ray of melancholy.

The only thing that can make Luo Jingxi slap himself in the face and come to him is Shi Wuyi.

Song Han thought about it for a while, and he hadn't seen Shi Wuyi for several days since that barbecue meeting. He greeted Shi Wuyi when he came that day, and later he and Li Hanchuan grilled chicken wings together, and Ouyang Fuxiu Chatting, watching Guan Yanyu's performance, and never spoke to Shi Wuyi again.

His last memory is still on Shi Wuyi's shockingly beautiful face.

... He remembered that the uninvited girl Liu Ruyan said that she wanted to find Shi Wuyi. Could it be related to this?

The next moment, Luo Jingxi overturned his guess.

"Hey, let's make a deal!" Luo Jingxi looked a little reluctant, but what he said was extremely firm.

He said: "I'll draw you a picture, and you teach me how to cook! That's the deal!"

The young man spoke quickly, and he didn't know whether he was afraid of his repentance or his repentance.

Song Han blinked, and looked at him with an unbelievable expression, "Mr. Luo is not a beauty and doesn't paint, why?"

The doubt in his eyes pricked a certain sensitive nerve in Luo Jingxi, and the young man said violently, "Stop talking nonsense! I am willing to draw for you because of your ancestor's good deeds. Hurry up and go to the kitchen!"

The more anxious he was, the more Song Han wanted to tease him.

Song Han said with a pale face: "Mr. Luo, you don't need to tease Song Han. Song Han has self-knowledge and is not worthy of your paintings."

"You!" Luo Jingxi blushed and said angrily, "The water that I, Luo Jingxi said, will never be taken back!"

"I tell you! You are willing to teach the best! If you don't want to, you have to be willing!"

Pursing his lips, Song Han looked at Luo Jingxi's eyes that were glowing with fire, "If Mr. Luo really wants to learn how to cook, Song Han can teach him. There is no need to humiliate Song Han in this way."

Luo Jingxi clenched his fists tightly, and said word by word: "I, no, yes, shame, humiliation, you!"

Song Han's face paled slightly, and he lowered his head and said, "So please come with me."

The two entered the kitchen one after the other. Chef Wang Gao and the others were about to extend a warm welcome to Song Han when they saw Luo Jingxi behind him with a stinking face. Everyone was shocked.

"What are you looking at?!" Luo Jingxi stared back ferociously.

Song Han suppressed a smile and asked him, "Mr. Luo, what do you want to learn?"

Luo Jingxi said irritably: "It's just ribs and shrimp!"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs or cumin pork ribs? Salt and pepper shrimp or fried shrimp crackers?"

“Cumin Pork Ribs and Fried Shrimp!”

Song Han nodded knowingly, and asked later, "Is it Mr. Wuyi who wants to eat?"

These words were like stepping on a cat's tail, and Luo Jingxi immediately frowned: "Don't be so wordy! I'm in a hurry, so hurry up!"

Hearing this, Song Han smiled.

Luo Jingxi exploded again, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Han suppressed a smile and shook his head lightly, "Both of these are not difficult, Mr. Luo, you can do it with me."

"!!" Luo Jingxi gritted his teeth angrily.

Briefly explaining how to do it, Song Han felt a little moved when he saw the young man follow his instructions step by step with a serious expression.

Such an arrogant young man is willing to put his face down to beg him for Shi Wuyi, and is willing to walk into the kitchen with the suspicious eyes of others, if this is not considered love...

"Hey! What are you laughing at again!!"

Looking up abruptly and seeing Song Han showing that strange expression again, Luo Jingxi's face was redder than fried shrimp.

He said in a hurry, "I will have someone deliver the painting tomorrow!" and left with the food box.

The mouth-watering aroma was already wafting from the kitchen. Song Han thought that since he had come to the kitchen, he would make some other snacks, so he called Aunt Gao.

This time, Song Han just talked and didn't do it. Mrs. Gao has grasped the essence, and she successfully made two snacks of pink fruit and quicksand bag under Song Han's few words.

When the scent of powdered fruit and quicksand bag diffused, a voice that belonged to the little girl timidly sounded.

"Sir, you are so powerful, you can do anything..."

The one who spoke was the fire girl in the kitchen, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with an ugly red birthmark on her face.

Every time the little girl Song Han came to the kitchen, she would see her carefully watching the fire and adding firewood. Occasionally, if the food was too much, the kitchen staff would share it with her and would give her some. Every time, the little girl would hold back her shyness and He thanks.

Song Han smiled shyly at her, the little girl's face was reddened by the firewood, and she lowered her head at a loss.

【Ding!Gain 20 Madoka favorability points! 】

...is actually a potential big client?Song Han was a little surprised.

But what surprised him even more was the man who suddenly appeared at the kitchen door.

"I'm still here to make a fuss." A deep magnetic voice sounded, and Li Hanchuan stepped into the kitchen with a sullen face.