Thinking of this, she said: "Saint, I really think about you, please don't misinterpret my words. As a saint of the Hua family, you are already at the forefront. At this time, it is best to keep a low profile. There is no benefit in being too high-profile.
Only by staying calm and silent can you last long." This is Chi Ying's experience and she wants to teach it to Lu Xixin.
Lu Xixin was a little confused. She held her chin with one hand and looked at Chi Ying doubtfully: "What do you think I am so high-profile about?"
Chi Ying took a deep breath and gave an example: "Today's dinner, you had a total of five dishes."
Lu Xixin didn't understand for a moment, so she asked, "Do you think it's too little?"
Then, without waiting for Chi Ying's reply, he nodded to himself: "It's indeed a little less. I don't have a good appetite today." Because I was in a bad mood, it affected my appetite.
The boiled fish was very delicious and she ate a lot of it.
Chi Ying: "..."
Ahhhh, my God, five dishes are still less! She used to be so happy when she had just one meat dish at Huajia.
At this time, other tribesmen in the living room outside also came in and agreed with Lu Xixin's words: "Indeed, the saint used very little today, only five dishes! I was shocked when I knew it."
The gentle woman felt extremely distressed and looked at Lu Xixin worriedly: "Holy girl, have you had enough of this cook's food? Don't worry, I have asked my father to go to China to find a chef and he will be back soon.
"
"I'm tired of eating Chinese food all the time." Another tribe member said, "French food is good, especially the foie gras, and the caviar of the foie ross is also good. I'll find more chefs."
Several tribesmen stood here talking to each other, as if Lu Xixin had suffered some great injustice from eating only five dishes for a meal.
Especially the gentle woman was so distressed that she almost cried.
What kind of world is this?
Chi Ying is in a mess!
——
Listening to Maple Garden, I learned that Lu Xixin did not come back for dinner.
Shen Jiayao's whole body withered.
It is wilted, like a little flower that lacks water.
"I don't need dinner, you can do whatever you want." Shen Jiayao went back to his room, completely unable to cheer up.
He was naturally good-looking, not as good-looking as a small-bred boy, but as beautiful as a peony, with such a gloomy look that simply broke the hearts of everyone in the world.
Even Secretary Dong, a grown man, felt his heart throbbing and was cautious towards Shen Jiayao.
"Master Yao, do you want me to invite the saint back?" he asked softly.
Shen Jiayao shook his head at first, then quickly changed and began to nod heavily: "Go ahead, remember to mention that I didn't have dinner."
Secretary Dong: "..."
Master Yao really never forgets to show his pity.
Secretary Dong turned around and wanted to go downstairs. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.
He turned back, looked at Shen Jiayao, and asked curiously: "Master Yao, how did you recognize Miss Lu?" He didn't recognize her at all.
Miss Lu was wrapped like a mummy, with only one pair of eyes exposed from her whole body.
The fiery-eyed Sun Wukong came over, but his claws were also numb.
"Why can't you recognize it?" Shen Jiayao didn't understand.
There was no need to get close at all, Lu Xixin just stood there from a distance, and he could recognize it at a glance.
How could you not recognize the person you hide in your heart, who you love so much that you go crazy, and who you miss every moment of every day?
Her voice, her tone, her eyes, her smell... and the small mole on the little finger bone socket of her right hand.
She is his Xixi.
How could he not recognize it!
If you can't recognize it, it must be because you don't love it.