High door marriage

Chapter 40 Did you make this porridge?

Lin Xinlan lowered her eyes, and when she looked up, she asked again: "Can you ask Lao Gu to make you some hangover soup."

"No, it's too bad to drink!" The man began to lose his temper. His awkwardness and disgust were natural, and there was no deliberate affectation.

Lin Xinlan was slightly taken aback.

I thought, Rong Shaoze must have lived in a very well-off family since he was a child.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to develop such a domineering, domineering expression that doesn't need to be deliberately disguised.

She thought for a while, and then said: "How about this, I'll ask the servant to make some porridge for you. The millet porridge is rotten, and it tastes good. Maybe it will make you feel better after eating it."

Rong Shaoze opened his eyes unexpectedly to look at her, and asked coldly, "There's something wrong with you."

Lin Xinlan looked straight into his eyes, "What's wrong with me? If you don't need it, forget it. I just got a little hotheaded and asked you a few more questions. Now, pretend you didn't hear me, and I pretend I didn't say anything."

"Forget it, go ahead and talk. I'm a little hungry too." Rong Shaoze let go of her body and closed his eyes again.

Lin Xinlan didn't want to go, she lay down for a while, but still reluctantly got up and opened the door.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and the servants are about to rest.

When Lin Xinlan went downstairs, two servants walked past her, but they didn't say hello to her and completely ignored her.

Lin Xinlan could even see the disgust and ridicule in their eyes.

She stopped them lightly: "You two, who can go to the kitchen to cook some millet porridge?"

The two stopped and said indifferently: "Young Madam, it is already ten o'clock in the evening, and the aunt who is in charge of cooking has already gone to bed. If you want porridge, you can tell her tomorrow and ask her to make it for you."

"Which of you two will do it?"

"None of us will."

"Then which one of you is going to wake that aunt up and let her do it."

"Young Madam, I'm sorry. She's already asleep. It's hard and tiring to cook for a day. We're embarrassed to disturb her."

Lin Xinlan showed a embarrassed expression, hesitated and said, "Forget it, I'll do it."

A smug smile flashed in the eyes of the two of them, "If you are all right, young lady, we will go down."

"Go."

Lin Xinlan went into the kitchen and made a pot of millet porridge by herself. She carried it upstairs, opened the door and said to Rong Shaoze, "It's ready, let's get up and eat."

Rong Shaoze was already asleep, and when she woke him up suddenly, he couldn't help but lose his bed temper.

"How did it take so long?!"

Lin Xinlan didn't answer, she walked over and handed him the bowl, "Do you want to eat now?"

Although Rong Shaoze was in a bad mood, he did not refuse.

He was a little hungry, so he naturally wouldn't let himself go to bed hungry.

As soon as he took a bite, he vomited and threw the bowl on the ground, splashing the white porridge all over the floor.

Lin Xinlan had been prepared for a long time, so she avoided getting burned.

"Who did this? Tell her to leave me tomorrow!" the man said angrily.

Lin Xinlan's expression was a little cautious, "What? Is it hard to drink?"

Rong Shaoze curled his lips and sneered: "Don't they know that I like sweet porridge, and they dare to put salt!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Lin Xinlan said hastily.

Rong Shaoze glanced at her unexpectedly, with a strange look in his eyes, "You did it?"

Lin Xinlan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Well, it will be too late. The cooking servant fell asleep. They said that she was tired all day and couldn't bear to wake her up. And the other servants don't know how to do it, so I will go made."

Rong Shaoze's eyes darkened instantly, he glanced at her, got up abruptly, put on his clothes and strode out of the room.

Lin Xinlan did not follow, her expression was very calm.Then she lay back on the bed, got on the bed, pulled the quilt over and planned to go straight to sleep.

The consequences of Rong Shaoze's anger are serious.

(End of this chapter)