When she met Luo Ling with dissatisfaction, Zhang Shaoliang pursed his lips tightly, but let go again, looking at her steadily: "I will go back to check it out tonight and go to the palace to see you tomorrow."
"Oh, forget it, I think you don't seem to be in good spirits recently. You should have a good rest. I should solve my own affairs by myself. I'm just kidding you, don't take it to heart!"
Luo Ling waved his hand, and Zhang Shao quickly defended himself and said, "Ling'er, I'll really check it out for you tonight. I'm fine. Look, I'm in high spirits now."
Luo Ling raised his eyes and rolled his eyes, Liangliang said, "You think I am blind, my eyes are covered with blood and my eyes are turbid. If you hangover, you will lose your life. Do you understand? Don't drink too much in the future. It's not good to drink too much.
Is it okay to stop it if I taste it briefly?”
"good."
Still the same word.
"This is for you."
Luo Ling suddenly took out a sandalwood box from the package he bought and put it on the table, and pushed it in front of him.
"What is it?" Zhang Shaoliang looked at her suspiciously.
"You'll know if you open it?"
Zhang Shaoliang turned his gaze to the sandalwood box. The box was very exquisitely crafted, and the things inside were of great value.
He reached out and slowly opened the lid of the sandalwood box. When he entered his mind, he was a very exquisite folding fan.
The folding fan is made of wood and looks like bamboo and wood, but when you hold it in your hand, you feel heavy.
"It's the same principle as your bamboo house. It's crispy on the outside and firm on the inside. You often use folding fans as a self-defense weapon. You can play with swords if you have to. I've seen you change many folding fans. It's not easy to change. This is a solid one. You can
Use it to vomit.”
What is this metaphor? It is used to vomit.
The gift from Luo Ling, let alone use it, even if you watch it every day, you won’t feel like vomiting.
"I love so much."
Zhang Shaoliang raised his eyes and smiled purely.
"That's right, I don't know who gave it to you." Luo Ling gave him a very stinky look.
At this time, the dishes were almost the same.
"Eat quickly. I have to rush back to the palace after I finish eating, otherwise that guy Yu will have to preach for a long time." Luo Ling picked up the bamboo chopsticks and ate with a big appetite.
Zhang Shaoliang was still squeezing the food, looking at Luo Ling from time to time, and the drunkard's intention was not to drink.
The meal was very late, mainly because Zhang Shaoliang was slow. Luo Ling had finished eating and sat aside waiting for him.
Zhang Shaoliang seemed to have not seen Luo Ling slightly anxious. She agreed to Yuwen Haoyu to return to the palace before dark, but seeing that it had been dark for a long time.
"Aren't you full yet?"
Luo Ling couldn't help but approach and asked.
"Yeah, it's almost done." Zhang Shaoliang whispered.
While picking up the vegetables and putting them in his bowl, he ate them in small mouthfuls.
Luo Ling said that he could not leave him here alone at this time, so he had to sit aside and stare patiently.
Finally, half an hour later, even Zhang Shaoliang was embarrassed to drag on it anymore, and finally got up.
"Ling'er, I've finished eating."
"Uncle, how many days have you been hungry? Actually, I don't mind that you often go to the palace to have free meals, really."
Luo Ling also stood up and looked at him with a sympathy. Thinking about the days when he was hangover, there was no one around him who would take care of him, and no one would cook for him. Look at his hungry look, he ate.
After so long, the food on the table was cleaned up by him and the dishes were all free of washing.
Zhang Shaoliang's face was slightly hot, but he did not refute it.