Houmen maidservant, she doesn't want to be in power

Chapter 3

Zhihua's son had already ordered the little maid to serve the hangover soup, and when he saw Shi Jin entered the second room, he pouted in the direction of the eight gold-embroidered asparagus screens, "Hurry up and serve me some hot water. When the water comes, take a clean handkerchief along with it."

Shi Jin nodded, turned around and turned around the screen, and saw the wide-rimmed copper basin on the mahogany basin stand.

She picked up the copper basin, pulled off a soapy white handkerchief, turned around and left the house, walked to the corner door kitchen, asked Aunt Zhao for hot water, adjusted the temperature, and then walked back to the main room with steady steps.

As soon as he entered the inner room of the room, Zhihua had already given the sober soup to the second master.The servant Shi Mo saw Shi Jin holding the copper basin, and hurriedly beckoned her over.

Shi Jin pursed his lips, quickened his steps, and brought the copper basin to the side of the yellow rosewood Luohan couch.

Shi Mo was quick, took the white handkerchief, rinsed it in warm water, twisted it half dry, and then handed it to the half-closed man on Luo Hantao.

It was Shi Jin's first time seeing such a high school student.

She sneaked a look, and saw the man on the Arhat couch with bright eyebrows and starry eyes, and a straight nose.Although his eyes are half-closed, his eyelashes are as thick as wings, and he has a handsome face that can't distinguish between emotions and anger.

The man's lips were slightly pursed, and the slender fingers with well-defined joints took the handkerchief in Shi Mo's hand in a leisurely manner, wiped his hands and face, and then he was too tired to lift his eyelids.

Shi Jin felt a pair of cold eyes sweeping over his body, and couldn't help but hastily lowered his head.

Although Zhihua is reckless, he can read the displeasure in the eyes of the second master.She hastily tugged at Shi Jin, and said, "This is the maid sent by the old lady, named Shi Jin, who she said is for the second master."

The man rubbed his forehead impatiently, but didn't speak.

He waved his hand and said, "Is there any food prepared?"

Now, Zhi Hua and Shi Mo were surprised.

In the afternoon, Shi Mo even ran back to support him, saying that the second master was drinking outside, so he might be late when he came back.

The implication is that the second master is eating out.

But Shi Mo didn't expect that the second master drank the wine well, so for some reason, he put down the glass, excused that something happened at home, abandoned all his classmates and friends, and went back to the Hou's mansion alone.

It was unexpected that he came back this time, but after all, Siqi ordered the kitchen to prepare meals before he left, so he was not in a hurry.

Zhihua nodded hurriedly, "The kitchen is preparing meals for the master, and this servant will let someone prepare the meals."

After she finished speaking, she asked a little maid outside the door to go to the kitchen, and brought the food simmering on the stove into a food box.

Shi Jin looked at his nose and heart, lowered his head and followed Zhi Hua to set the meal.

On the red sandalwood Eight Immortals table, three dishes and one soup were placed on the table in a short while.

Steamed fish, shredded bamboo shoots in cold salad, slate tofu, and a lotus leaf soup to relieve summer heat and greasy.

Because I didn't know that the second master came back to eat, the food preparation was a bit rough.

At this time, the second master, Qi Mojing, had also changed into a homely dress with straight skirts, sitting at the Eight Immortals table in a leisurely manner, looking at the canvas chopsticks.

Shi Mo had already left at this time.The boy was not allowed to spend the night in the backyard, so before the corner door was locked, he reported to the second master and went back first.

Shi Jin watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and stood aside with his hands down, making himself like a wooden stake.

Qi Mojing glanced at her lightly, and said in a cold voice with usual laziness, "Can you be picky?"

Shi Jin was stunned for a moment before realizing what Second Master said.

She hurried forward, picked up a clean chopstick and plate, and picked out the thorns from the fish bit by bit.

This job is very eye-catching, in the past it was always the chess player who picked the thorns, the chess player was careful, but he never made any mistakes.

But Shi Jin, can you?
Zhihua lingered in his heart for a moment, but did not make a sound.

Her temperament is already reckless, if she picks a thorn in her own hand, I'm afraid it's not enough time.

While eating, Qi Mojing took a booklet and held it in his left hand to examine it carefully, as if reading a book was the most serious thing, and eating was secondary.

Shi Jin is not feeling well right now.She was already very hungry, but seeing the fish now, she stared at the place full of fragrance like eyeballs.

It was as if there was a hand scratching her heart and lungs in her stomach, and her heart was itching badly, and her saliva gradually became abundant.

Swallowing silently, Shi Jin gently placed a piece of fish that had been picked out of the spines in front of Qi Mojing, "Master, the spines are picked."

Qi Mojing's eyes glanced here from the back of the book, then lowered his eyelids lightly, turning a deaf ear to it.

For a moment, the whole room could hear the sound of needles falling, only the sound of pages turning and the occasional collision of plates and chopsticks.

Qi Mojing ate this meal extremely slowly, and his slow movements in normal times would be a pleasing image of a nobleman.But in Shi Jin's eyes, it was a heinous atrocity.

Staring at the fish caught on Second Master's silver chopsticks, Shi Jin's heart also fluttered.Seeing the fish meat being carried into the ruddy mouth of the second master by the chopsticks between the slender and well-defined fingers, her eyes also moved as she stared at the chewing mouth of the second master.

After secretly rubbing his empty stomach, Shi Jin's eyes began to go blank, and the delicious dishes in his mind ran back and forth as if he had grown legs.

Qi Mojing raised his head inadvertently, and saw a psychedelic smile on Shi Jin's face.

His face immediately sank, and he lost his mood for a moment. He threw the silver chopsticks on the plate, and his voice became tense, "Take it away."

The sudden sound awakened Shi Jin and Zhi Hua.

Seeing most of the food left on the table, Shi Jin's eyes lit up.

Zhi Hua was worried about his master, "But it doesn't suit your taste?"

Qi Mojing stood up and turned inward, "I don't have much appetite."

Zhihua stopped talking and started to take Shijin to clean up the food on the table.

After a while, the table of the Eight Immortals was as clean as before, except for a teapot with glazed bamboo branches and a few matching teacups.

Shi Jin let out a sigh of relief, and was about to leave the room with Zhihua, when Qi Mojing, who was behind him, didn't bother to call her, "That... Shi, Jin? You stay here for now."

Shi Jin's left foot had already stepped over the threshold, and when he heard Second Master Qi calling her, he sighed in his heart, turned around with a pleasing look on his face, and walked gently in front of Second Master Qi. The second master stopped three steps away.

"What orders does Second Master have?" With a decent smile on her face, she lowered her eyes and asked Second Master Qi.

Second Master Qi's mood is rare and better, "I'm tired, let's settle down. You keep watch tonight."

With a bang, the string in Shi Jin's heart snapped!

(End of this chapter)