The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 1111 Did Mosquitoes Bite You?
In her heart, this painting was just a pile of white money, and she brought two of them, and she was afraid that the other party would think it was expensive and would not accept it, but Lu Sheng said that there was something to do at home.

Oh, although I didn't say it so directly, Tang Nineteen could also guess from Lu Sheng's faint disdain when he saw the painting just now, that this painting is really nothing in their home.

What a tall man this is, the house is unremarkable, except for the reed curtain in the backyard which is a little different, the layout of the furniture and display in this house looks like a private house of 500 taels of silver.

Who the hell lives here?

Just curious, there was movement from the next room.

Lu Sheng hurriedly hugged the calligraphy and painting and bowed to Tang Nineteen: "I think the master has finished taking a bath. Wait a moment, I'll go in and have a look."

"Oh. By the way, Lusheng, I don't know your master's name yet."

Lu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and then stuttered: "Then, you, you can call him Mr. Ai."

Mr. Ai, oh, she wrote it down.

Lu Sheng went and returned soon, holding a table in his hand, which looked heavy, but he held it very easily. Tang Shijiu frowned slightly when he saw his steps.

Can martial arts, obviously.

Lu Sheng went outside with the table, and came back to greet Tang Shijiu: "The master has already set up a guest table, Miss Tang, please."

"Oh."

Followed Lu Sheng to the backyard where he had been the day before yesterday. There were two spaces separated by straw mats. In the inner space, shadows and shadows could be seen of a person sitting and another person standing beside him.

Be good, she became more and more curious. Mr. Ai seemed to have other attendants besides a book boy who knew martial arts and a cook with amazing cooking skills.

Outside the straw mat was Tang Nineteen's seat, which had already been set up. There were some melons and fruits listed on it. The milk was steaming cold, obviously chilled, and the watermelon was soaked with water, so it must have been chilled too.

The people in this alley can buy ice in summer, Tang Shijiu thought, the only one besides himself is Mr. Ai.

The melon seeds are peeled, the peanuts are fried and peeled off, and there is a bowl of glutinous rice balls that are sweet and soft.

The other plates of pastries are very exquisite and small, and this way of hospitality can be regarded as extremely attentive.

Tang Nineteen took his seat, and that pleasant and gentle voice sounded: "Miss Tang, I've been waiting for a long time."

Tang Nineteen hurriedly picked up the well-educated lady Feng Feng: "Where is it, Mr. Ai is so hospitable, I am really grateful."

There seemed to be a slight silence on the other side.

Then the gentle voice chuckled: "Miss Tang, prepare some snacks, I don't know why it suits your appetite."

Tang Nineteen didn't need to eat, but just smelled it. Even if she was full from dinner, the gluttons in her stomach would start to make noise.

Bitao, a little girl, at most gave her the whole watermelon. After moving here, she stayed at home all day and did not go out. Even Tang Nineteen was a watermelon that was soaked in the well. Did not eat.

"I'm not picky about food. As long as it's not too sweet, I like it. What's more, Mr. Ai is so attentive. The things he prepares are all refreshing and appetizing. The melon seeds and peanuts are specially peeled. Mr. Ai is so meticulous and treats guests well." Enthusiasm, I am blessed to have a neighbor like you."

"As long as Miss Tang likes it, did any mosquitoes bite you?"

Tang Nineteen was taken aback, why did he ask this.

"I can't feel the long skirt I'm wearing."

"Then, I'm starting."

What to start with?
Oh, Tang Nineteen was confused by his confident question, did mosquitoes bite you? He even forgot what he was doing here today.

"Please."

She came to listen to the piano, to cultivate her sentiments.

　Maybe I'm going to give birth in another five or six weeks, so there are fewer updates recently. In order to save more manuscripts, the updates will not be interrupted during confinement.Please forgive me and ask for a monthly ticket. It’s the end of the month. A beautiful month is coming to an end. I wish you all the best.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)