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After that day, Lu Yan found that when the master was awake, he was always talking about seeing the cook Jiang Xiaoge.Lu Yan was afraid that he would not be able to make it through due to his sorrow and joy, and the old man at such an age would always say nothing.Therefore, the master asked ten times, at most one or two times to see Jiang Xiaoge, most of them were because he was sober at night, the eldest girl Jiang Xiaoge was not married, and she didn't come to be a maid, so how could I meet at night.

Jiang Zhige didn't come here with kindness, he deliberately flattered the master on the surface, so that neither of them would take precautions against him, and one day he would be able to kill his enemies with his own hands.In ancient times, there was a king of Yue who tried his best to taste courage, and now there is Jiang Zhige who pretends to be a daughter and plays filial piety.

Lu Yan had some scruples about the master seeing Jiang Xiaoge, so he kept an eye on him all the time, guarding against the slightest mistake, and separated the two of them.When Jiang Xiaoge talked about the interesting things about going to the street to buy vegetables, he listened to the stories of his parents and his family, and he couldn't talk about anything. Every time he made the master laugh, Lu Yan gradually felt relieved.

The sober master regards Jiang Xiaoge as his own granddaughter, while the confused master regards Jiang Xiaoge as his daughter-in-law.Lu Yan didn't dare to let Jiang Xiaoge meet the confused master.

When the master was confused, he was an old urchin, and Lu Yan would ignore him even if he was foolish, foolish and coquettish.Later, the master threatened to refuse to eat, Lu Yan had no choice but to change his habit, and asked Jiang Xiaoge to come over when serving the meal.

Jiang Xiaoge is a big girl with yellow flowers, and the master teases her every day, and she will say that she has something.Lu Yan was secretly worried, afraid of ruining the girl's innocence. Fortunately, the master saw Jiang Xiaoge, his confusion improved a little, and he really didn't say anything.

Jiang Zhige felt that this was not enough, he only had time to enter the main courtyard for a moment every day, and there was no way to start.He has a pack of perspiration medicine, which is sewn into his obscene clothes. The quantity is limited, and Lu Yan must drink it under the condition of ensuring everything is safe.Jiang Zhige knew that a martial arts practitioner like him could smell the smell of Mongolian sweat medicine with his nose, so he had to get closer to these two people.

"Let me take care of the master. In addition to shopping and cooking, I also have a lot of free time every day. It's so boring. I can be a maid for the master, serving tea and water, squeezing my waist and back." After getting along with the master several times , Jiang Zhige begged, "I don't want to make more money, two dollars a month is enough."

Lu Yan shook his head: "It's not that I won't let you, it's because you can't take care of me."

Jiang Zhige didn't understand Lu Yan's meaning, what does it mean to not be able to take care of him, which one is not a maid who brings tea and water?I haven't seen a big and three thick man do this.

Before dawn, Lu Yan got up early as usual to practice martial arts in the courtyard.You can't go without reading for a day, you can't go without practicing martial arts, and you can go back a thousand miles without practicing.Lu Yan is a martial arts idiot. In the early years, he devoted himself to martial arts and had no time for other things. Now he understands the importance of martial arts, and he can't let go of martial arts while doing his best to take care of the master.

Jiang Zhige also woke up early, yawning, washing the rice and cooking it on the stove, and when the rice was in the pot, he put the rice in the pot, and steamed two large white steamed buns that he left on purpose yesterday.Leaning against the stove, he was so sleepy that his head was about to be knocked off, so he hurriedly lifted the pot to look at the steamed buns. The hot steamed buns were as hot as new, and he couldn't tell they were left over from yesterday.

Carrying two white steamed buns in his arms, Jiang Zhige felt comfortable being scalded, but felt that the night was also scorching hot, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and summer is in season, and he strolled along the way to the second entrance east courtyard with small steps pretending not to be seen.

Lu Yan was bare-chested and only wearing a pair of thin trousers. He was practicing martial arts in full swing, and his whole body was soaked in sweat. The thin trousers clung to his body, showing off his uneven and tight muscles, exuding a powerful beauty.

Jiang Zhige was dumbfounded, and he didn't realize for a long time that he is a girl now, a girl waiting to be married.

It's not that Lu Yan didn't hear it, he was curious about what the little chef was doing recklessly barging in at this time.She kept saying that she was not allowed to enter the Secondary Hospital, but every time she came in recklessly, Lu Yan never criticized her.Seeing that Jiang Xiaoge was dumbfounded, he thought it was just that Jiang Xiaoge had never seen anyone who practiced martial arts. His martial arts are not comparable to street performers, so ordinary people should be dumbfounded.

Big girls look at men without shame.Jiang Zhige hurriedly lowered his head.

Lu Yan wiped off his sweat on the ground, picked up the coat next to him to cover up his bronze-colored broad shoulders and narrow waist, and asked, "Miss Jiang? What's the matter?"

It was only then that Jiang Zhige remembered why he came here. He was covered in lard just now, but now he came to his senses and felt that the steamed bun on his chest was very hot, so he quickly took it out and handed it over: "Hot, hot steamed bun."

Before Lu Yan took it and thanked him, Jiang Zhige realized how "extraordinary" he was, turned around and ran away neatly.

After Jiang Zhige thought about it again, he didn't remember what it was like at that time. I'm afraid it wasn't joy or happiness, even more sorrow and joy. From then on, he steamed two steamed buns and put a couple of stacks of pickles on the threshold outside the courtyard every day. Dare to recklessly enter the East Court.