Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Chapter 276 is still there

Song Yue had a dark face and didn't even look at the treasure he was talking about. He reached out to take the feather duster from Mo Shisan's hand and hit it on his palm again and again.

Song Maobai knew very well what his sister was trying to do. No matter what the reason was, an apology would be very effective.

The rosewood box was placed far away from the center of the battlefield. He brushed the box reluctantly, walked to Song Yue with a fearless attitude, and handed it to her with his open palm.

Snapped!

A sound shattered Song Maobai's fantasy. Before he could retract his hand, it was hit by the handle of the feather duster and fell to his side.

His eyes swept over the few feathers that had fallen off, and he looked at Song Yue in disbelief.

"why?"

The roaring sound emphasized his anger.

Song Yue originally felt that he was self-conscious because he realized his mistake, but now he knew that he was acting like he was being wronged, who was he trying to show off to?

"Why? Why do you say that?"

Song Maobai felt that his sister was confused and thought about how he had offended her.

Don’t mention how long they haven’t seen each other, just say that no matter what, they can’t hit each other when they meet.

A sense of grievance welled up in my heart: "How should I know why? Didn't you come here in such a rage? You ask me why, how should I know?"

The growing momentum gave him some confidence and also made his grievances known. Other people's sisters are not like this at all.

Not wanting to see Song Yue again, he passed her and walked out.

"Thirteen."

Looking at Mo Shisan standing in front of him, Song Maobai was so angry that he turned around and found a place to sit. It seemed that he had no intention of talking to anyone.

Song Yue was not used to this awkward atmosphere. She wanted to say something but couldn't find what to say. Help, she was really not good at this.

The table was filled with a variety of items. The golden bells hanging from the edge of the table tinkled in the wind, interlaced with a red gem on the side, like the cheers of pomegranates.

The wind takes advantage of the gaps and strives to express itself, determined to take back all the neglect that has been done to it by humans.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. Mo Shisan walked to the window to block out the sound of the wind. The creaking window was completely closed, and the three of them now seemed to be in a three-legged tripod.

Mo Shisan's eyes moved back and forth between the two angry people. It was not until now that he seemed to truly realize that he was no longer alone, he was about to have a family, and he was about to have this kind of relationship that he had only seen in others.

But now there seems to be a little trouble.

Ever since Song Yue announced their relationship, she no longer allowed him to be around her as a secret guard, so he had no idea what had just happened.

Now I am in a confused state.

Gugu~

Song Maobai held his stomach and stood against the wall. Finally, a ladder was handed to him.

He walked to the table and put the gifts into the boxes one by one, folded them aside, looked at Song Yue deeply, then opened the door and left.

He Ru and the other person squatted outside for a long time, but it was as if the sound was muted inside and they couldn't hear any movement, which made them very anxious.

Now that a living person has finally appeared, we must investigate carefully.

After learning what happened inside, both of them understood that Song Yue had never been good at these things. How could she educate people? She was okay at coaxing children, but as long as the other person didn't want to, she couldn't say a word.

But it doesn’t matter, we can hire foreign help.

When the door opened again, the two men still seemed to have said nothing, they just walked to the table and sat down.

After placing the side dishes on the table, the waiter stepped out, only to feel that the hot and humid wind blowing in his face had cooled down a bit.

"I heard the pickled fish here is good, you should try it."

Mo Shisan spoke stiffly, breaking the silence in the room, and picked up the fish with chopsticks and put it into Song Yue's bowl.

"You didn't eat much just now, did you?"

Although Song Yue didn't know what he was going to do, she nodded in cooperation. She glanced at the corner of the wall and met Song Maobai's eyes who was secretly looking at her.

Both of them looked away as if they had been electrocuted.

Mo Shisan curled up his fingers, then finally loosened them and walked towards Song Maobai.

"Xiaobai, are you hungry?"

Song Maobai was coaxed by someone and became even more arrogant. He turned his head away and didn't look at him.

"I heard you like sour food. The pickled fish is really delicious. Don't you want to try it?"

Song Maobai seemed indifferent as if he didn't hear it, but his ears were quietly perked up.

"The cold lamb here is also good and should suit your taste. There is also a small dessert. What is it called?"

"Yueyue, what's your name?"

Song Yue gave him a strange look and said in agreement, "Maybe it's lotus seed porridge? Some people would miss out if they don't eat it."

It was as if he had suddenly received Mo Shisan's role. "But I can't finish such a large table by myself. What should I do? I can't waste the food. Otherwise, I can save it for a midnight snack. But it's quite late now. Eating too much at night will make me fat. What should I do?"

"If only someone could help me."

"Thirteen, have you eaten yet?"

Mo Shisan:?

This play doesn't seem to be connected like this.

"Not yet. If I'm included, we should be able to finish it."

Mo Shisan took two steps away and then stopped, turning to Song Maobai and saying, "Xiaobai, if you really don't want to eat it, we won't leave any for you."

Seeing that he was still indifferent, she walked towards Song Yue without stopping.

"Why does this porridge taste weird?"

Song Yue quickly glanced at the corner and found that she really didn't drink.

"Really? Let me try it."

"Hey, this is too sweet, it's almost like coaxing a child."

Mo Shisan put down his bowl and continued, "How was the stew with Xiao Bai?"

Song Yue was completely shocked: "How did you know he could make lotus seed porridge?"

Mo Shisan picked up a few pieces of mutton and put them into the empty bowl.

"You said it yourself, don't you remember? Xiaobai not only knows how to make lotus seed porridge, but also how to carve lotus hairpins. What a shame to waste these excellent lotus seeds."

Song Yue:?

"I told you? Why don't I remember?"

"Last time when we went to pick lotus pods, didn't you say that those fresh lotus seeds would be delicious if Xiaobai made lotus seed porridge? Did you forget so quickly?"

Song Yue put down her chopsticks and thought for a moment: "Didn't I also say, 'A-di loves lotus flowers the most. He would be so happy if he saw such a large lotus field.' Isn't that right?"

Mo Shisan nodded: "It seems there is such a sentence."

Song Maobai, whose ears had perked up when they were discussing lotus seed porridge, became even more excited when he heard this and subconsciously shouted, "Where is it?"

"I forgot, but using such a large lotus leaf to make beggar's chicken must be very delicious. Thirteen, can you make it?"

Only now did she realize that the person who had just spoken was not Mo Shisan. She turned around and saw that he had completely turned around to face them.

Song Maobai was a little annoyed at first, wondering why he had said that, but when he heard a more interesting topic, he decided to just give up and ask, "How do you make beggar's chicken? Is it delicious?"

The corners of Song Yue's mouth curled up slightly, and she thought for a while before turning her head again.

"Brother, are you still here? Come and have dinner."