Chapter 67 Yang Zhilan: I am not your little maid
There is no doubt that stinky tofu is a delicacy with a unique flavor.
But for those who first come into contact with it, it is a little hard to swallow.
The main problem is that the smell is too bad and not something most people can bear.
Su Xian handed the stinky tofu to Yang Zhilan with a smile, and then looked at her face carefully.
Hey, you have a blank expression, but I guess you must be very resistant in your heart... Su Xian handed the stinky tofu closer and said with a smile: "Take it, it's really delicious, you will know after you try it."
Yang Zhilan raised her hand, took the stinky tofu, put it into her mouth without hesitation, and chewed it carefully... The whole process was smooth and she didn't even frown.
Looking at her like this is no different from eating a piece of delicious pastry.
Su Xian widened his eyes and looked at Yang Zhilan opposite him in a daze.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Su Xian asked mechanically.
"It's delicious." Yang Zhilan nodded.
"Then I'll give you this one too." Su Xian handed over another portion of stinky tofu.
Yang Zhilan took it, unwrapped the oil paper package skillfully, and ate the whole portion of stinky tofu in one bite...
Su Xian pursed his lips and said in a somewhat boring tone: "Eat, or the food will get cold!"
After dinner.
The desk was a mess.
Yang Zhilan's fighting ability was so strong that Su Xian also ate more than usual.
After eating and drinking, Su Xian leaned back in his chair and drank tea, while Yang Zhilan sat on a small stool opposite him, motionless, but with a look of satisfaction on her face.
"You still remember what I told you this morning, right? In public, you are my distant cousin. Your family was in trouble, so you came to Yingzhou to seek refuge with me."
"But in reality, you are my bodyguard. My safety depends on you."
"After resting for a while, I'll go out and buy you some bedding. By the way, what kind of quilt do you like?"
Yang Zhilan looked up at her, her eyes somewhat confused.
Su Xian nodded and said, "Forget it, I'll make the decision for you. Later today, I'll go to Madam Liu's house next door and borrow some women's clothing for you."
"Yeah." Yang Zhilan nodded slightly, indicating that she was very satisfied with the arrangement.
"And there is one last question."
Su Xian's expression suddenly became serious.
Yang Zhilan looked up at him.
Su Xian looked down at the mess of cups and plates on the desk, then looked at her again and asked, "Zhilan, can you wash the dishes?"
A quarter of an hour later.
Kitchen on the first floor.
While washing dishes, Su Xian explained to Yang Zhilan how to wash dishes. He explained carefully and Yang Zhilan listened attentively.
After washing two bowls, Su Xian made way and said, "Okay, they say that learning should be put into practice. You try it. Be careful not to break the bowls."
Yang Zhilan walked forward silently with an expressionless . However, as soon as she picked up a plate, it slipped from her hands and fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
The kitchen was quiet for a while.
Yang Zhilan said expressionlessly: "I..."
"Stop talking. It's true that the bowl is a little slippery, but I'll be more careful next time. Okay, continue washing it."
Then.
In the kitchen, after a series of "pop", "pop", and "pop" sounds, Yang Zhilan finally learned how to wash dishes.
Learning always comes at a price... Su Xian was very calm. As he walked out of the kitchen, he said, "Just stay at home. I'll go out and buy you bedding, towels, and a basin. Oh, and buy you a set of plates."
Although Yang Zhilan had no expression on her face, her eyes dodged slightly.
She is the top killer in the internal security force, but just now, she lost all her face.
…
Half an hour later.
Yang Zhilan, who was sitting quietly in the study on the second floor, suddenly felt her ears move. She walked silently to the entrance of the corridor and looked towards the first floor.
She saw Su Xian directing several servants to carry things from the carriage parked on the street outside the door and pile them on the floor of the living room on the first floor.
The thing is very big and soft...it should be bedding, pillow or something.
I finally bought my quilt...this thought popped up in Yang Zhilan's mind.
But on the surface she remained expressionless.
After moving everything, Su Xian closed the door and called out, "Zhilan, come down and move the things."
Yang Zhilan had long wanted to run downstairs and move those things back to her own room [study], but since there were outsiders around, she did not move.
Following Su Xian's call, Yang Zhilan immediately "ran down", stared expressionlessly at the packages piled on the ground, and then looked at Su Xian.
"I'm going to wash my face. You go ahead and move first. Be careful and be gentle."
After Su Xian gave the order, he went to the kitchen to get some water to wash his face.
After a while, he washed his face and walked out of the kitchen, glanced into the living room, and then he was stunned.
Where are the things?
How come there is nothing left?
He thought about it, walked up to the second floor along the worn wooden stairs, quietly walked to the door of the study, and suddenly pushed it open.
There were five or six packages piled up in the study, and Yang Zhilan was standing in the middle of the room like a tree stump.
"You've moved it all up here."
Su Xian was surprised and walked into the study, and found that all the packages had been opened, because the knots tied by the boss when buying these things were completely different from the current ones.
There was even a package that was open, with a towel and a copper basin scattered on the ground, not yet stuffed in...
"You..." Su Xian looked at Yang Zhilan with a strange expression and asked, "Have you opened them all?"
"Yeah." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Yang Zhilan's eyes.
Su Xian couldn't bear to stimulate her any further and divided the package into three parts.
One part was Su Xian's own bedding, one part was Yang Zhilan's bedding, and the last part was towels, copper basins, plates and other miscellaneous items.
After sorting the piles, Su Xian picked up his own bedding and said before leaving, "Send the towels, copper basins, and plates back to the kitchen. By the way, do you know how to make the bed and fold the quilt?"
"meeting!"
Yang Zhilan actually didn't know how to say it, but somehow she managed to say this word.
At this moment, even though she was the top killer of the internal security, her ears felt a little hot.
Fortunately, her hair was messy and it was hidden so that it couldn't be seen.
Su Xian nodded, picked up the quilt and returned to the bedroom. He put away the "囍" character quilt borrowed from Liu Huixiang, put it in the closet, and then replaced it with the newly bought mattress...
After finishing all these, Su Xian came to the study and saw that Yang Zhilan's so-called "skill" in making the bed and folding the quilt meant folding the quilt into a long strip that was only wide enough for one person to lie down, and then spreading it casually on the floor.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and ignored it.
He walked around the study and called Yang Zhilan to move the rickety bookshelf to make more space for her.
After moving the bookshelf, Su Xian casually took out a scroll and said in a daze, "I forgot to review my lessons these days!"
Yang Zhilan stood at one side and stared curiously at the scroll in his hand.
Studying and taking imperial examinations remain Su Xian’s established “main theme”.
As the saying goes, "If you don't practice for three days, you'll lose your skills." Although I have taken a month-long vacation, I can't indulge myself too much.
Su Xian decided to go to the county school on a certain day to retrieve the scrolls deposited there and review his lessons at home.
