Jiang Miao showed no panic and naturally put the cloak back. Then he pointed to the tray on the short table, "This is the summer soup cooked by my aunt for the factory."

Xiao Che nodded faintly.

He didn't hear Jiang Miao withdrawing, and he looked up again, "Is there anything wrong?"

At the age of twenty-two, his eyes are filled with the restraint that is rare among his peers, as if given by years of experience, and has a deep understanding of people's hearts, making people easily overlook his handsome appearance.

Jiang Miao didn't dare to look again, lowered her eyelashes, took a secret breath before speaking: "Thank you, the factory for helping me for what happened last time."

Before Xiao Cheshang could say anything, Jiang Miao was holding the soup bowl in both hands and half bent down to deliver it to him.

He only lowered his head slightly, and his eyes touched the woman's half-dry black hair. A white magnolia hairpin between his hair was pure and beautiful. Further down, there was a piece of snow-white and tender skin on the side neck. The slender fingers attached to the edge of the soup bowl were not applied to the pill, which was a very natural light pink color, and the crescent moon was playful and cute.

The nasal cavity was filled with the fragrance of the remaining fragrance of her body after bathing. In such a silent night, there was an indescribable ambiguity.

To avoid awkward atmosphere, Xiao Che took the soup bowl.

Through the misty heat, Jiang Miao heard him say, "Xiao Mansion is not the place you should go."

A little ruthless.

Jiang Miao didn't want to argue with him that he was involuntarily, as if he hadn't heard what he was saying at all, and he still smiled faintly, "Xiao Anzi has been sick these days, and I will take care of his work. If the factory needs it, he can summon me at any time."

After saying that, she turned around and left neatly without waiting for Xiao Che to answer.

Xiao Che watched her back disappear at the corner of the screen and blew the heat in the small bowl. After a long time, the smell of fragrant pancreas still couldn't fade.

...

Xiao Anzi was waiting in Jiang Miao's yard. When she saw her coming back, she rushed up and asked, "How is it, what did the factory say?"

Jiang Miao recalled the whole process of going to the East Courtyard. Although the person's tone was inhumane, he did not seem to have taken the initiative to mention using her to exchange for the antidote.

After some confidence inexplicably, Jiang Miao said, "I will tell you when I go to serve tea early tomorrow morning."

Xiao Anzi was stunned and then reacted, "Hey... didn't you say it's only tonight?"

Jiang Miao was in trouble with him, "Crown Prince Fu has already come to the door. If I don't find a way to please the factory, what if he thinks I'm useless, what if he really takes me to the antidote?"

Xiao Anzi said "um" and felt sorry for her. He sniffed and said, "Then... Sister Miao, go. I will go back later and pour a few more buckets of cold water to ensure that I will not get out of bed in the past few days."

When Xiao Anzi sacrificed for himself like this, Jiang Miao felt sorry for him, "When the factory goes back, I will take you to the town. I will buy you whatever you want. Also, I see that the shoes on your feet are old, so I will make a pair for you by myself."

"Really?" Xiao Anzi's eyes lit up, "Then I'm just waiting for Sister Miao to make new shoes for you."

Jiang Miao touched his head, "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Anzi laughed: "For the sake of new shoes, this is all right."

After thinking about it, he said, "Well, if I pour a few more buckets, can I add another belt?"

His belt is old, and he has never had the nerve to bother his godmother.

Jiang Miao was amused and crying, "It's nothing if I make an extra belt. Just be fine. Don't mess with yourself too hard."

...

The next morning, when Jiang Miao pinched Shichen and prepared to bring the toiletries to the East Courtyard, Xiao Che just got up, wearing only a beige middle coat, which was different from the coldness and distantness of last night. At this moment, his long hair was hanging down, and his eyes and eyebrows were filled with a sense of sleepy laziness.

Seeing Jiang Miao, Xiao Che narrowed his eyes and pointed to the three-legged basin next to him, "Just put it on it, I'll do it myself."

Jiang Miao placed the copper basin and velvet dental utensils separately, turned to look at Xiao Che who was sitting on the Taishi chair, "Can the factory man tie his hair by himself?"

Xiao Che didn't say anything, just looked at her, his eyes as if he was giving an order to expel guests.

After several contacts, Jiang Miao had long been used to this person's words of cherishing words, and she said, "Then I'll go to make tea."

When she returned to the tea room, she first made a fire from the red mud stove, and then took the teapot to Houyuan Mountain to get fresh spring water. When she came back, the charcoal in the stove was just red.

I have practiced with my aunt countless times before, and Jiang Miao can control the heat and tea cooking techniques well.

But even so, Jiang Xiulan was still worried and came to stare at her in person, fearing that something would go wrong.

Of course, there are inevitably some reminders.

It's nothing more than saying that the factory has great power and should be extremely careful when doing things under his command.

Jiang Miao had heard it many times, but she did not show any impatience, and still listened very seriously.

When the tea was delivered to the East Courtyard, Xiao Che had just finished his breakfast food.

Several Western Begonia Begonia plants were planted in the yard, and they were blooming brightly and charmingly. He sat under the flower tree, holding the book in his hand, and his body was no longer a daunting imperial python robe. He changed to a straight green embroidered water ripples.

Jiang Miao put the tea tray on the stone table in front of him.
Chapter completed!