The next day, when twilight fell.

Lin Jingbian just sent off a customer and estimated that he would earn money this month and felt happy. He was about to go into the kitchen to cook, but someone came in.

Lin Jingbian looked up and was stunned for a moment.

Lu Weizhen stroked his long hair in his ears and smiled at him.

Lin Jingbian suddenly had the urge to have a nosebleed. But he was determined not to flow, as it was offensive if it flowed. He didn't dare to look at it anymore, looked away and said, "Ms. Lu, are you here to find my master? He is behind."

Lu Weizhen handed the plastic bag in his hand to him, and Lin Jingbian took it, stunned. Lu Weizhen said, "Please put it in the kitchen first, I'll do it later."

Lin Jingbian felt like a bite of a big honey melon. She thought to herself, the girl had taken the initiative to become like this, and the master wanted to be single with her strength. She said disrespectfully: That's really worth it...

He immediately replied: "Okay! Go to the back. The store is still busy, so I won't go."

Lu Weizhen: "..."

After all, there was no third person in the store at this time except them.

Lin Jingbian coughed lightly.

Lu Weizhen's face turned red.

Both of them pretended to be fine.

Lu Weizhen's high-heeled sandals stepped on the wooden floor, making a crisp and low sound, leaving gracefully. Lin Jing glanced at the beautiful back and thought to herself: Master is really...

If you don’t make a sound for twenty-six years, you’ll make a splash.

In fact, as soon as Lu Weizhen stepped into the yard, Chen Xiansong heard it. The weather was similar to yesterday and the time was similar to yesterday. It seemed like a feather hanging in front of him all day, light and you don’t care about it. But now it really landed on the ground. Chen Xiansong couldn’t explain what it felt and didn’t look back.

Today, he did not wear a top like he usually did at home. A gray old T-shirt was soaked with sweat and dust, and was attached to his body. Because he was arching his back, the lines of his shoulders and waist were clearly visible.

Lu Weizhen's eyes were attracted again, and then they fell on his hand. He held the tool in his big hand, and the back of his hand was a little dark, rough enough, but very flexible.

She walked to him and his movements stopped.

"Is this the wood you found from the mountain?" she asked.

"No." Chen Xiansong replied, "I bought this one." He looked up at the same time.

There was a bright light in front of me.

She wore a lotus-colored lotus leaf sleeve dress, which made her skin look like snow at first glance, and was full of radiance. She was bulging in front of her, with a thin waist and round hips, like a clean and full flower branch standing in front of her. Her long, thick black hair was draped over her shoulders, and a few strands were scattered on her collarbone. Today she did not wear black-framed glasses, and her bangs were combed, revealing her clean eyebrows.

Chen Xiansong had no expression on his face.

The next second, his hand slipped, and the tip of the tool suddenly slid across the back of his left hand, pulling out a thin and long hole, and blood seeped out.

Lu Weizhen was stunned.

Chen Xiansong threw away the tool, turned around and walked into the house.

Lu Weizhen hurriedly followed: "No, is it okay?"

"It's okay." He walked into a room in the right corner of the yard, took out gauze from the drawer, and wiped the bloodstains slightly. Lu Weizhen followed in and glanced quickly. The house was very big, with a depth of 40-50 square meters, dark brown wooden floors, and half-closed windows, giving him an old and quiet feeling. A simple wooden bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. There was also a tea table full of ancient charm at the entrance. Lu Weizhen suddenly understood that this was his living space.

There were also several ink paintings hanging on the wall, and the pictures were very erratic and abstract, and I couldn't tell what they were painting. On the wall beside the bed, his waist bag was hanging.

Lu Weizhen withdrew her gaze and looked at his wound: "Does it hurt?"

Chen Xiansong didn't want to answer, but she kept staring at him, and then replied: "I don't feel it." However, he relied on skills to make a living, and his hands should not be injured, so he had to be careful. He took out a bottle of iodine and a cotton swab, and quickly cleaned the wound. It was not deep, but the wound was a little long, so he took out a bag of gauze.

Lu Weizhen watched him cover several layers of gauze on the back of his hands and put on the bandage with one hand, and she said, "I'll do it."

Chen Xiansong immediately turned sideways and avoided: "No."

Lu Weizhen simply walked around the other side of him and stretched out his hand again. This time Chen Xiansong did not move. Lu Weizhen gently pressed the two corners of the gauze and said, "I washed my hands when I first came in."

The girl's hands were completely different from Lin Jingbian, thin and white. They pressed on the back of his hands, like soft snowflakes falling into hard sand and gravel.

Chen Xiansong put the bandage on a few strokes and put down his hand: "Okay."

Lu Weizhen bent the corner of his mouth and quickly pulled it off. He was not injured in the gecko monster, but he just accidentally injured himself.

"What are you doing today?" he looked at her.

Lu Weizhen looked like a primary school student who did something wrong, lowered her head: "Eat."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Chen Xiansong: "Go ahead first, I still have some work to finish."

"Oh." Lu Weizhen walked to the front yard and looked back. Chen Xiansong was indeed back to the yard to work, looking as if he was still as a mountain.

Chen Xiansong stared at the grain on the wood in front of him, polished it carefully for a while, and suddenly, he paused and chuckled softly.

Lu Weizhen walked straight into the kitchen.

Lin Jingbian is indeed a capable and good apprentice. He has washed and cut all the dishes she brought.

Lu Weizhen said: "You go and rest, I will do this meal."

Lin Jingbian: "Okay, thank you for your hard work." He would not be polite to stop him. Look, Miss Lu went to the backyard and then came to the kitchen again. Did the master stop him? The master didn't stop him, why did he stop him?

He doesn't know what other older left-handed men are like. For his master, not stopping means indulging, and not stopping means wanting.

Having said that, if Miss Lu cooks deliciously, there is another virtuous advantage. How suitable to take care of the master who is born and dies on weekdays. Lin Jingbian thought happily.

A Lu Weizhen fell from the sky and smashed into their small yard. There was a woman next to his master, and Lin Jingbian still felt like he was dreaming, which made him excited these two days.

Lin Jing stepped aside and was about to help her. She felt that Lu Weizhen's calm and composed posture must be very good at cooking.

Then, he saw Lu Weizhen standing in front of the stove, not moving for a long time, holding his cell phone, and burying his head.

Lin Jingbian hesitated: "Miss Lu, are you...?"

Lu Weizhen: "I'm looking up the recipe."

Lin Jingbian: “…”

Master, it doesn’t matter whether a woman is virtuous or not. It’s enough to have this heart. We can’t ask too much, it’s enough to be a woman.

Finally, Lu Weizhen put down his cell phone, looked at the washed dishes on the stove, nodded with satisfaction, put on an apron, set up a pot, and fired.

Lin Jingbian: "Do you... cook often?"

Lu Weizhen looked at him casually: "First time."
Chapter completed!