The next day, Hu Miaomiao woke up and was anxious to look for someone because he couldn't see Qi Mao.
At this moment, the little maid came in, "Miss, are you looking for Brother Mao? He left early in the morning."
Hu Miaomiao was very surprised and asked embarrassedly: "How did you know?"
"What is the matter that the young lady is asking about? Is it about Brother Mao spending the night here, or is it because he left this morning?"
The little maid spoke too bluntly, which immediately made Hu Miaomiao even more embarrassed. She said coyly: "Did you know something?"
"I know." The maid's reaction was too bland. It was obviously not a trivial matter, but she was still not impatient.
Hu Miaomiao was confused and asked curiously: "Why don't you persuade me or tell your parents secretly?"
The maid shook her head slightly, and while helping her wash up, she sighed: "Miss, you have to think clearly, Brother Mao may have lied to you."
"How could it be?" Hu Miaomiao was shocked, subconsciously not believing it.
"Why not? In order to save you, he had half of his face destroyed. He has been seeking medical treatment outside these years. He must have received a lot of looks from his eyes. I don't know how much he hates us. After all..."
The maid only nodded, but both of them knew very well that after all, Qi Mao's face was ruined because he saved Hu Miaomiao.
"Miss, I'm afraid that Brother Mao has something in mind and doesn't really treat you well."
This little maid had grown up with Hu Miaomiao since she was a child. She cared about her from the bottom of her heart and did not want her to be deceived.
If Qi Mao really wanted to take revenge, what should Hu Miaomiao do? She couldn't bear such a heavy blow.
"No, Brother Mao is not like that." Hu Miaomiao subconsciously spoke for Qi Mao, but she was also uneasy in her heart.
The past is still vivid in our minds, how can we erase what happened?
As a result, Hu Miaomiao couldn't help but think wildly.
However, she was still thinking about Qi Mao and wanted to see him now, so after washing up, she shouted to cook in person.
"Miss, you should have breakfast first before going."
"No, it's too late."
Hu Miaomiao was very self-aware of herself. She didn't know how long it would take to finish a meal, so she had to act quickly.
However, she had never touched Yang Chun Shui, and she had never cooked a meal. Now she was standing in the small kitchen, not knowing how to start.
The maid came over and suggested: "Miss, you go and play first. I've cooked it. Then you can take it over and say that you made it yourself."
"No! I told Brother Mao that I want to cook by myself!"
As soon as he said it, Hu Miaomiao rolled up his sleeves and planned to make a simple porridge, which wouldn't be too hard to eat.
However, a quarter of an hour later, Hu Miaomiao realized that she still overestimated herself.
Who knows why it’s so difficult to even light a fire!
Thick smoke billowed out from the stove, and the entire small kitchen was shrouded in smoke, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
Hu Miaomiao kept coughing, her eyes couldn't open due to the smoke, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.
Because the smoke was so thick, the servants were startled and thought the kitchen was on fire.
It doesn't matter if it's on fire, but the lady is still inside!
Soon, Hu's father and Hu's mother were alerted and ran over quickly. When they learned that Hu Miaomiao was still inside, they almost fainted.
But when they learned that the small kitchen was not on fire, but that Hu Miaomiao was messing around, they felt angry again.
"Dad, cough...Mom, why are you here?" Hu Miaomiao was still coughing and couldn't speak fluently.
Mr. Hu looked around and everyone was confused, "What are you doing?"
"Let's make porridge."
"Making porridge?" I'm afraid it's not cooking porridge, but cooking the kitchen, right?
Mrs. Hu was so distressed that she screamed: "How can you do this kind of work? Get out quickly."
Moreover, you can't eat the food she cooked. If Brother Mao eats it, he won't get upset.
Hu Miaomiao smiled, patted her chest and said, "I can definitely do it. You guys should go out first. The smoke here is too thick."
The old couple gave her a thumbs up and told her to do a good job. As long as she didn't burn the kitchen, she could do whatever she wanted.
Besides, it doesn't matter if it really catches fire, as long as the person is fine.
At this time, the small kitchen was calm again, and only intermittent coughing could be heard.
I don't know how long it took, but the little maid had prepared four dishes and one soup, and Hu Miaomiao had also cooked the porridge.
She even made two hard-boiled eggs and roasted a few sweet potatoes in the charcoal fire.
"Can this be eaten..."
Looking at the dark roasted sweet potatoes, Hu Miaomiao was a little unsure.
Just then, Mr. Hu strolled over again, first looked at the porridge she had cooked, and then looked at the... charcoal in front of her?
"What is this?" Mr. Hu asked uncertainly.
"Roasted sweet potatoes." Hu Miaomiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she wanted to let him try it no matter what.
"Oh no, no, no, dad won't eat any more. You can leave it all to Brother Mao."
After all, he still wants to live a few more years.
So, Brother Mao is really pitiful. How can he eat such a dark thing?
Mr. Hu sighed and felt that recruiting a wife was really the right choice. After all, his daughter didn't know anything and couldn't even read a ledger. If she got married, she might be disliked.
"Miaomiao, you...you and Brother Mao have a good life, he is also in a difficult situation..."
As soon as Mr. Hu finished speaking, he left immediately, as if he was afraid that Hu Miaomiao would force him to try the roasted sweet potato.
Hu Miaomiao pouted and immediately felt frustrated.
"Miss, you send it over first. Whether he eats it or not is another matter." The maid thought very simply. Whether Qi Mao likes to eat or not, the lady has to coax him.
If she hadn't been afraid that the young lady would be hungry, she wouldn't have cooked four dishes and one soup.
After all, the little maid still didn't believe that Qi Mao had no resentment in his heart, she only hoped that he could see the good of the lady.
Hu Miaomiao was filled with joy. After washing her dirty little face, she immediately took the basket and went out.
When he came to the blacksmith shop, Qi Mao happened to be washing his hands, and his back was terrifyingly strong.
Hu Miaomiao quietly put it in the basket, walked slowly behind him, covered his eyes, and said coquettishly: "Guess who I am."
Qi Mao chuckled, pulled down her little hand, held her in his arms, and sat together on the rocking chair nearby.
"Why did you come so early?"
I thought she wouldn't come until noon, but it was an unexpected surprise to see her now.
Hu Miaomiao circled his neck and complained softly: "Brother Mao, you didn't even call me when you got up."
"I screamed, but you were sleeping too deeply and snoring."
"Really?" Hu Miaomiao suddenly panicked. Does she still snore while sleeping? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Qi Mao smiled and said nothing.
"Humph, you lied to me!" Hu Miaomiao huffed, rarely able to see through his little thoughts.
Qi Mao's eyes were full of joy, and he blew a breath into her ear, "You are so smart today, I really like it..."
Hu Miaomiao couldn't help but tremble, and her body began to soften again.
