When Shui Miaomiao woke up again, the sky was bright outside the window, and breakfast and lunch were served together. It was still the porridge cooked by Wen Renxian.
Shui Miaomiao took out three or four kinds of mustard pickles from Shui Yingyin to match.
Wen Renxian placed the bowls and chopsticks, and his eyes fell on the mustards from time to time. When Shui Miaomiao took out the fourth kind, he couldn't help but ask, "Miaomiao likes it?"
He had heard about Shui Miaomiao's Shui Yingyin, and knew that there were many strange things placed in it, but there was more than one kind of mustard in the space, and it was the kind where you take out a big vat, pick out a few chopsticks, and put it back. Wen Renxian still felt that he had little knowledge.
"No, this isn't porridge cooked by Master. Of course it should be treated with great respect. Master likes porridge to be sweet or spicy. I also have soaked plums here."
"No need." Wen Renxian pressed Shui Miaomiao's hand, and after taking it down, he wanted the porridge to be used as a side dish. He wondered if he should prepare some of these as well. He didn't like the appetite, but Shui Miaomiao Miao likes it.
Shui Miaomiao had no idea that a small unintentional move had led Wen Renxian astray. Shui Yingyin had already put a lot of debris inside.
Shui Miaomiao thought that Andaiyun and the others would grow vegetables when they had nothing to do, and then pickle them if they couldn't finish them. Shui Yingyin was a good constant-temperature storage vessel.
Shui Miaomiao didn't have any preference as to what side dishes to go with the porridge. She brought it out just to find an excuse to get Wen Renxian to sit down and eat some together.
There is always a kind of Wenrenxian that will like it.
Wen Renxian put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth lightly, looked at Shui Miaomiao and said softly, "Just forget it if you can't eat it."
Shui Miaomiao bit her chopsticks and looked down at the bowl. There was still more than half of the bowl of porridge. She had to cherish the food, not to mention that she had eaten enough, but she had forgotten about it. Her attention was all on Wen Renxian.
Observing secretly but paying attention, Shui Miaomiao did not discern Wen Renxian's likes and dislikes. However, Wen Renxian even drank porridge with pickled mustard and behaved with grace and grace.
Shui Miaomiao felt that she was no longer worthy of sitting at the same table as Wen Renxian.
Alas, why is it so difficult to find out what a person is like? Shui Miaomiao sighed in her heart. She was really a person of action. The idea she just had last night started to be implemented today.
But it’s not that I missed the point. Does the so-called curiosity mean the personal taste of the Wenrenxian?
Isn’t it said that most of a person’s personality can be seen from his taste?
What Wen Renxian likes and dislikes has always been told by Xianyan Xianzun and others. She herself has never seen Wen Renxian treat everyone equally whether he likes or dislikes anything.
It was so difficult. Only then did Shui Miaomiao realize that Wen Renxian was simply a mystery. It was also a mystery that was too clean, with not even a single thread making it difficult for people to start.
Wen Renxian glanced at Shui Miaomiao who was in a daze, silently cleared the table, took the chopsticks out of Shui Miaomiao's hand, handed over the handkerchief, and walked to the open-air kitchen with plates of various sizes.
Otherwise, she might as well ask directly.
Sensing Shui Miaomiao's gaze, Wen Renxian quickened his pace. Don't ask him. After a meal, he didn't know how to taste it or what he ate.
Why did Shui Miaomiao keep staring at him, with a magnanimous but attentive expression? As the person being stared at, Wen Renxian was too embarrassed to bother him, and his nervous palms were all sweaty.
After the meal, Wen Renxian basically reviewed all the etiquette he had learned, and he was very alert for fear of making a wrong step.
Shui Miaomiao was very happy to have the attention of the Wenrenxian on her, but why was there always an eagerness to dissect herself.
'Crackling. Shui Miaomiao suddenly came to his senses, stood up and looked towards the kitchen.
The plate fell to pieces on the floor. Wen Renxian stood aside in a panic and squatted down to pick it up. The edge of the fragment was so sharp that it cut a gash on his fingertips even if he touched it.
Shui Miaomiao, who came forward, was stunned for half a step and then laughed, unable to hide the surprise on his face, "Master!" The fragments were so sharp that it would be impossible to scratch Wen Renxian's finger, unless Wen Renxian really Completely relieved of spiritual power.
"I should have listened to what you said." Wen Renxian replied calmly, looking at the injury on his fingertips and continuing to pick up the pieces.
"Just leave it there." Shui Miaomiao pulled the clothes on Wen Renxian's shoulders, "I'll come and clean them later, so I won't have to wash the dishes."
After thinking for three seconds, Wen Renxian stood up. He had no idea that the broken plate was so sharp. No wonder Shui Miaomiao always got injured inexplicably.
Turning around, he saw Shui Miaomiao's bright smile, right on Wen Renxian's face.
Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but be happy that Wen Renxian was willing to listen to her. Does this mean that she would be able to persuade Wen Renxian to see a doctor sooner or later?
Shui Miaomiao was so excited that the dawn seemed to be in front of her eyes. She really wanted to rush forward and give Wen Renxian a hug. Wen Renxian cleverly took half a step back to change the subject, "Would you like to go for a walk around? I'll watch. The scenery near the mountains and forests should be good."
"Okay!" Shui Miaomiao agreed without thinking. How could she refuse Wen Renxian's invitation? Anyway, as long as Wen Renxian was willing to use her spiritual power, she would be willing to cooperate in anything...
The sun rises and the sun sets, and then rest.
It is unlikely that Shui Miaomiao can do the former, but Shui Miaomiao can do the latter today.
It was an ordinary day, but not boring. Shui Miaomiao still liked this kind of leisure, walking in the forest with Wen Renxian and chatting.
After sending Shui Miaomiao back to the door of the room, Wen Renxian said good night and asked, "What did you let that butterfly do?"
"Are you talking about Ice Blue Butterfly?" After returning from the surrounding area, Shui Miaomiao asked Wen Renxian to boil water for a while while she came downstairs for dinner. She took this time to go back to her room, write something, sewed a small pocket and hung it on Ice Blue Butterfly. Let it fly, Wen Renxian may have seen it.
Shui Miaomiao did not answer directly but asked simply and seriously, "Master, do you think this butterfly recognizes your home? If I let it go to collect nectar, it won't not come back."
So that little pocket is made to carry nectar for the ice blue butterfly?
Wen Renxian couldn't help but laugh, "I don't know Butterfly, Ice Blue Butterfly should recognize his home, so go to bed early." He didn't ask further questions, in short, Shui Miaomiao wouldn't harm him, maybe he just went to find...
"I will never do anything that Master doesn't want to do, let alone what I promised." After entering the room, Shui Miaomiao suddenly stuck her head out and said. She asked Binglandie to send something away, but it was definitely not to go to ancient times. Xianzong went to Xianyan Xianzun.
Wen Renxian reached into the door and ruffled Shui Miaomiao's hair, "Miaomiao~"
Shui Miaomiao felt that she would be able to sleep peacefully today, and maybe have a sweet dream. No accidents occurred. Wen Renxian was also willing to try to rest. Of course, it would be better if he could agree to call a doctor.
Shui Miaomiao also knows that there is no need to rush, just one goal a day. Even if he needs to call a doctor, he doesn't know who to call for a while.
The lights in Shui Miaomiao's room were turned off, Wen Renxian's room opened the door, and a protective spell fell in front of Shui Miaomiao's room. Wen Renxian turned around and walked into the dense forest. During the morning's tour, he discovered several places It's quite suitable for him to try to solve the problem of tea. Stay away so that Shui Miaomiao won't be implicated...
"Didn't I say that if you don't use your spiritual power, it's useless? Even if you do, why did you make those gestures to deceive me!"
