The female disciple blinked and looked a little cute: "I don't know."

The child hooked his finger and said, "Come here, show me what you are holding in your hand."

The female disciple subconsciously stretched out her hand, but quickly reacted, quickly withdrew her hand and glared at her: "You haven't said who you are yet? This is the Eighth Elder's meal, how can you give it to you?"

"I am the Eighth Elder's personal disciple."

"Personal disciple?" The female disciple was startled, "When did the Eighth Elder have a personal disciple? Don't coax me."

"I just collected it yesterday. Master is reading a book."

"Oh." The female disciple nodded and was persuaded.

"Come on, give me the food box, I'll take it to the Eighth Elder."

"How can the senior sister do such a rough job?" The female disciple refused.

"I'm hungry." The toddler simply said.

The female disciple opened her mouth and smiled and said, "Senior sister is a personal disciple, so there will naturally be someone to serve you."

"Serve?" The child looked around, "Who is from this wilderness?"

The female disciple smiled: "Since my senior sister is new, she naturally has to go to Zhongshi Hall to register and get her own sign. People will be sent from the hall."

"Since that's the case, why is there no one to serve my master?"

"Because the Eighth Elder loves tranquility, except for those who come to sweep and deliver meals regularly, outsiders are never allowed to enter and exit here. Did the Eighth Elder tell his senior sister about these?"

"You eight elders don't know what aloof look like? What can he say to me?" the child complained.

The female disciple smiled and said, "The Eighth Elder is young and handsome, but how many female disciples in our Piaoyun Village admire you. Senior sister, you are so lucky to be selected by the Eighth Elder."

"What's the use of being handsome? You can't even eat." The child spread his hands, "He doesn't need servants himself, and he will definitely not allow me to use them. I still have to cook by myself."

"Sister sister can go to the cafeteria to eat."

"I... am not very used to this rope." The child touched his nose.

The female disciple said, "I'll get used to it when I try it a few more times. My martial arts skills are so low, I'm going back and forth several times a day."

"Thank you so hard."

"It's not hard, so many female disciples envy me. In fact, this way, I can also train my internal skills and light skills. Since the year I was responsible for delivering meals to the Eighth Elder, my martial arts have improved a lot. I heard from the senior sister of the manager that if this continues, I will be able to be promoted to an inner disciple in the assessment next year!"

"Congratulations."

The child said congratulations without much care, but his eyes were still sweeping towards her food box.

The female disciple seemed to realize something and silently hugged the food box tightly, for fear that she would forcefully rob.

The child coughed lightly: "I can't find the canteen. After you deliver the meal, take me with you."

"Okay, senior sister, wait for me."

The female disciple immediately ran away with the food box in her arms.

After the child waited for a while, she ran back, Xiaoyuan blushed and panting: "Senior sister, I'm here."

"So good." The child looked at her and somehow thought of her mother. Maybe she looked like this when she was young?

A gentle feeling arose in the child's heart, so he stretched out his hand, patted the female disciple's head, and asked, "How old are you? What's your name?"

The female disciple was flattered by the intimacy of her personal disciples and stuttered a little: "I, my name is Lingling, it's nineteen."

"When did you come to Piaoyun Village?"
Chapter completed!