Prime Assassin: the Evil King’s Wife Chapter 8: Scallion noodles with oil

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The tone is crisp and loud.

What she said can't be taken back.

"Okay, just follow the fourth sister."

Yun Shiyue couldn't help being unhappy, and raised her hand.

In Miao Ling's roar, the two women raised their hands separately.

Miao Ling's face was slapped "Pap Pap".

The air is full of fierce thrashing.

"Ah~ah~ah~ah~"

A scream came to Miaoling's mouth, and the scream was higher than for a while, reverberating in the yard, like a magic sound, piercing the eardrum, and all the maids who were present withdrew their necks.

So scared~

Women are very powerful, and the power of every palm should not be underestimated.

Yun listened to silence, but smiled coldly.

Don't think she doesn't know.

Though these women are fighting hard.

But that was a coincidence.

Although it hurts, it doesn't leave a scar. Yun Shiyue seems to care about this Miao Ling. It's really a deep love between the master and the servant.

Soon, Miao Ling was beaten.

"Come here, lift Miaoling up and return to the hospital."

Yun Shiyue lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealed her unhappiness.

With a wave of his hand, he was full of displeasure.

Don't talk nonsense, and leave quickly with a large group of maids.

"Miss, miss, are you okay."

Dong'er's small face was flushed, and her thin body hurriedly came to Yun Tingruo, with a few tears in her big eyes.

She was resting in the room and was awakened by a sound. When she heard the second lady's voice, she panicked and ran out after raising her foot.

"It's okay, you don't think I'm good." Yun Tingruo patted Dong'er, indicating that she doesn't need to worry.

Dong'er blinked, as if seeing something terrible, staring at Yun Tingruo blankly.

Since she came with Miss, Miss No. 2 and Miss No. 3 were kneaded as soft persimmons, but today, Miss No. 2 stood in front of her gracefully.

Is this true? really? Dong'er rubbed his eyes vigorously, this is really not a dream.

"Dong'er, what is so sad, you should be happy."

Yun Tingruo stretched out his hands and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes under Dong'er's horrified gaze.

Look at the joy of this girl, if Yun can tell, this is a true tear.

Dong'er has followed Yun Tingruo since she was a child, and the two have a deep friendship, although the owner of this body has died.

Yun Tingruo's heart was throbbing.

In the future, no matter who it is, bullying them is—death.

"Miss, the maidservant is really happy." Dong'er smiled and couldn't help but smile when seeing the second lady and them all gone.

"Hey!"

Yun Tingruo sighed lazily.

"Miss, what's wrong with you, is it uncomfortable."

Dong'er was startled by Yun Tingruo's sigh, his brows were full of anxiety.

"Yes, I am not comfortable."

Yun's sad tone made Dong'er even more panicked: "Miss, are you sick? I'll go to the doctor."

"Don't go."

If Yun Ting grabbed Dong'er, her illness was not a real illness, but a disease that caused her body to relax.

In modern times, she is afraid that she has climbed a few mountains and started outdoor physical training.

This is a daily homework that has made Yun Tingruo a habit.

But now I can't do anything, Yun Tingruo only feels his bones are loose.

"Miss, don't scare the servants." Dong'er's voice was crying.

What kind of illness is not a physical illness, what kind of illness it is, they all confused her.

"Okay, don't be jubilant, go get some food."

A silent protest from his stomach made Yun Tingruo take his mind back, with big apricot eyes and curvy eyebrows, just too skinny, dry and unnutritious.

"Miss, you are really fine, don't lie to the slave and maidservant."

Dong'er looked left and right. Although the young lady was stunned, her face was ruddy, but she didn't see any signs of her illness.

Observing this way, she was also relieved a lot, and nodded: "The slave and maidservant will go now."

Yun Tingruo, although the courtyard looks prosperous, there is nothing in the small kitchen.

Only some of the simplest foods.

"Miss, there are only some noodles now." Dong'er looked at the noodles in her hand, her expression was not very good, she was not favored, and the food she ate was always restricted.

Don’t ask the second lady, the third master, and the third lady, you can do whatever you want.

"Noodles?" Yun Tingruo looked at the slightly yellowed noodles. From the memory of this body, she was not favored and had no status, and the surface of her daily meals looked bright and beautiful.

But only on the surface!

"It's okay, you can order two bowls of noodles first, and then talk when you are full."

She is not picky about eating, but she feels that this sentence is worthless for her body. She is also Miss Xiangfu, but so humble,

Is it just because of this physical and mental defect that he was treated like this?

The pupils shrink slightly, thinking in his head.

"Miss, slaves and maids are not hungry."

Dong'er swallowed carefully, but couldn't escape Yun Tingruo's eyes.

"Next, cook all these noodles."

Shrimp? The corners of Dong'er's mouth grew wide, and she looked at Yun Tingruo incredulously.

What silly things are the second lady talking about.

These noodles are all hard work. If you finish eating, the starving lady will feel uncomfortable next time: "Miss, the servant girl will not eat, the servant girl is not hungry."

Dong'er shook her head. These faces were precious to her eyes.

Sorrow, these slightly yellowed faces are regarded as treasures by the master and servant.

Yun Tingruo took a big step and walked forward, his arm dexterously grasped the noodles in Dong'er's hand, and all the fine pieces were thrown into the hot pot.

"Ah, miss." Dong'er hurriedly grabbed the chopsticks to clamp, but the noodles had already melted into the water.

"Dong'er, look into my eyes."

If Yun Ting's tone condenses, it is not like the casual and relaxed before, with a hint of heaviness.

Donger's eyes were red, and she looked at Yun Tingruo blankly. There was a strange light flashing in those bottomless pupils.

"Even if these noodles are not eaten anymore, they will become moldy. Let's use these two bowls of noodles to lay the foundation for the rest of the day."

In the last sentence, Yun Tingruo’s expression is flying, like a bright moon in the night sky, and the bright light instantly illuminates Dong'er’s heart.

"The slave and maid got it."

Don't say anything, Dong'er went to get a bowl neatly and prepared some spice like chopped green onion.

Yun Tingruo smiled and saw that Dong'er was busy and she was free, so she moved for a while, raising her small arms and calves!

Dong'er glanced at the young lady quietly and found that she was doing weird movements.

I couldn't help but widen her eyes. For her, it was a very shocking picture.

Not only did the lady speak clearly, she seemed to have changed from the inside out.

Dong'er thought for a while, and continued cooking noodles happily.

If Yun Ting has moved his muscles and bones, he plans to boil a pot of hot water later and rinse himself thoroughly.

She is not the real Fourth Miss, nor is she a charming girl. She has hands and feet, and has been inhumane training since she was a child, so she naturally doesn't have to pose as a tall lady.

"Miss, your face is ready." Dong'er's voice came, and Yun Tingruo walked over.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a scent. I fixed my eyes. There were chopped green onions and a small amount of oil on the large porcelain bowl, but it was incredibly fragrant.

Dong'er, this girl is really good at craftsmanship.

When Yun heard that he was about to serve the bowl, Donger immediately panicked and interrupted: "Miss, how can you do this kind of rough work? Just come here."

"Well, I will wash my hands."

If Yun Ting washes her hands, she subconsciously thinks of washing her hands before, she is used to washing them with distilled water once.

This is one of her most common habits!

I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Convergence, Yun Tingruo turned and took a seat, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles: "It's really fragrant."