She bit the mushrooms in her mouth hard, as if this could release the anger in her heart.

Seeing her gritting teeth, Luo Ziheng couldn't suppress her these days. Not only did she do fine skin and tender flesh, but she didn't even care about her fullness. She won people's gratitude and strength, and gave her a sweet date with a stick.

He waved his hand and signaled Zhuer to get up. "How can you eat enough to eat this? Zhuer, go and care about Zhao Zhong's request for some steamed buns or rice. And you, after I finish cooking, you can make whatever you want, and they can ask for whatever ingredients."

After saying this, he left gently, as silent as when he came.

Yanran twisted her meat hard, and it hurt. She said to Zhu'er: "I heard it right. The young master said that you would go and get some steamed buns and rice, and said that we would eat whatever we want in the future."

Zhu'er smiled and nodded: "Sister Yan'er heard it right. The young master said, I'll get it now."

"Isn't Master Luo very selfish and mean?" Yanran muttered in surprise. Zhu'er, who had been walking a few steps, heard it and began to complain to Luo Ziheng again: "Young Master is a very good person, but he is in a bad mood these days."

"Okay, okay, I know, hurry up and get the steamed buns, I'm almost starving to death." Yanran stuck out her tongue at Zhu'er, and Zhu'er nodded with satisfaction and left.

That night, Yanran decided to make modern hot pot. Although it was exactly the same meal, Luo Ziheng felt boring because he ate it himself. Ouyang Chen didn't care about his identity at all and gathered with the servants, talking and laughing, and it was very lively.

Yanran only cared about the meat and dishes in the pot, treating Ouyang Chen as air. After eating and drinking, she remembered that it was time to tease the handsome guy. "Mr. Ouyang, the moonlight is so good, why are you not so excited about poetry? Just write one."

The people present also spent several days with Yanran. They knew that she was open-minded and did not make fun of her, so they could see what Mr. Ouyang would do.

Ouyang Chen replied cheerfully: "Okay. But let's make a bet. Let's write one song for each of us, and the loser will have a drink."

Yanran tilted her head and agreed, "Okay, but who will judge whose poem is better and whose poem is bad?"

"I'll judge." Luo Ziheng's voice came from afar, and the joyful atmosphere immediately compressed into silence. "Everyone is so lively together, I'll come and have fun with you."

"Master Luo, my wife asked me to go back early." The chef took the lead in slipping away.

"Young master, I'm going to clean the door."

"Young master, I'm going to see the flowers in the yard."

...

The people next to her quickly escaped, and even Zhu'er retreated without hesitation. Yanran was about to leave, but was pulled by Luo Ziheng. Zhu'er left her with a look of self-deserving happiness and lowered her head and ran away.

Zhu'er, you are so unrighteous, I still want to find a good husband's family for you. Yanran despised her heart and turned around and met Luo Ziheng, smiling very well: "Young Master, look at me as a girl. It's not very suitable to stay between you and Mr. Ouyang, right?"

Luo Ziheng glanced coldly at Ouyang Chen: "Why don't you get out of here!"

"With a beauty..." Before Ouyang Chen could finish his words, a stool hit him and he flew away.

Rong Yanran said in tears: "Young Master, that's not what I mean."

"You are all afraid of me?" Luo Ziheng didn't raise his head, and a faint pain and loneliness flashed across his face.
Chapter completed!