Nan Qing raised her head slightly, her eyes were lowered.
There is a rule in the house that servants cannot raise their eyes to look directly at the master when asked to do so.
Xie Lingmu looked at it for a few times and looked quite satisfied: "Muyun, go to the kitchen and say hello. This maid has been transferred to Zhuyuan."
"Yes." Mu Yun felt extremely reluctant.
She didn't like the little girl's beauty when she came from the kitchen. She didn't expect that such a thing would happen, and the master would actually transfer her to Zhuyuan.
Mu Yun: "Sir, breakfast is ready."
Generally, when a young man is too young, she will always be there to serve him.
But now...
Xie Lingmu: "Go to the kitchen and say something now."
Mu Yun left unwillingly, and Nan Qing felt that she had glared at him when she passed by him just now.
It's terrible, I offended people just after I arrived.
And why does Xie Lingmu feel like he doesn’t recognize her anymore?
"Er Er, does he have a split personality? The memories of each personality are irrelevant."
"No...you can stop your imagination. He doesn't have a split personality, he just has a weird personality."
If there is no split personality, then it is just pretending. One person behaves one way in front of others and another way behind others.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? You are the maid next to the young master now. It's too early for the young master to go to the pavilion. Why don't you go and wait on him?" Chen An couldn't help but remind him when he saw the little maid standing motionless.
Nan Qing looked ignorant: "Excuse me...how should I serve you?"
Chen An recognized the little girl when she raised her head. She was the little maid who was seen running around in the middle of the night last night. She said that she had only been in the house for a few days, and she had been working in the kitchen for the past few days.
It is normal for people to not understand chores, wait on people, and many other etiquettes.
Looking at her young age and cute eyes, Chen An couldn't help but add a few more words: "Just serve the porridge and add tea to the young master. When the young master is eating, please stand farther away. Don't."
Walking too close will disturb the young master."
"I understand, thank you."
"Go ahead, be careful and serve the young master, I won't embarrass you."
Not embarrassed?
When Nan Qing saw that Xie Lingmu was the only one in the small pavilion, she suddenly felt something bad. Are you sure... you won't embarrass her?
Xie Lingmu, who is dressed in white and has a gentle and elegant temperament, is sitting on a stone chair. A steaming breakfast meal has been placed on the table. The small pavilion is not very big, but outside the pavilion is a pool of bright red koi, with fish in the water.
It is also a pleasure to swim and eat here.
Nan Qing carefully stepped forward and picked up a spoon to serve him the porridge.
"I don't like barley porridge."
Nan Qing's hand paused. She had already filled half a bowl of barley porridge.
She could only quickly put the bowl of porridge at the farthest end, and then lowered her head: "Young Master, please forgive me. I didn't know that Young Master doesn't like to eat barley porridge."
Xie Lingmu looked at the top of the little girl's head. He lowered his head and couldn't see her obedient little face. He reached out and touched the teacup in front of him: "Pour some tea."
Nan Qing was not sure what this man was going to do.
Just now, she thought his eyes were not aggressive in front of others, but now she felt that his eyes were particularly poisonous. He still had the same handsome and gentle face, but it made her feel a little cold on her back.
She carefully poured the tea, but suddenly a white finger stretched out, and Nan Qing quickly stopped pouring the water!
With one movement of his finger, he knocked over the teacup, and the hot tea spilled on the back of his hand.
In an instant, the back of his hand turned bright red and was burned!
Nan Qing was surprised, he did it on purpose!
He originally stretched out his hand to pour the tea, but if she hadn't stopped quickly with her clever hands and poured the tea, hot tea might have been poured on his hand at the beginning. Later, he even deliberately knocked over the tea cup.
Nan Qing looked at him in shock and fear.
At this moment, Xie Lingmu was smiling, with a smile between his brows and eyes. The back of his hand was scarily red, but he seemed to feel no pain.
"Little girl, you burned me."
He raised the corners of his mouth and deliberately raised his injured hand a little. Small blisters had formed on the edge of the back of his hand.