After marrying the short-lived young master, the little fairy wife was spoiled ✔

Chapter 19: Distance (2)

"What else can I do for you, young master?" Faberton stopped and looked back at him.

Chu Feng put his hands behind him and said, "Dinner... Is almost ready?"

"It's almost ready. Young master is hungry? I'll hurry in the kitchen."

Chu Feng hurriedly said, "No, just you and aunt Lian take care of me. I'm busy enough on weekdays. Ask aunt lian to prepare more slowly."

"OK..." Forbes glanced at him. "Remember to drink the tonic, young master. I'll come and collect it later."

Chu Feng gave a "hum" and turned to look at the setting sun reflecting the clouds in the sky. He didn't speak again.

Fu Bo stood there for a moment, looked at Chu Feng's rustling figure, and murmured in a low voice.

"I'm worried..."

If people do not worry, they have no desire to live like duckweed with broken roots.

It was quiet around. The setting sun was like gold, reflected on Chu Feng's jade face, and plated him with a layer of light gold.

With one hand behind him, he looked at the clouds in the sky as if they had turned into a statue.

All things come and go, but he is isolated in place.

"Young master, I'm back!"

Suddenly, a clear sound like a silver bell broke the Qi field of Chu Feng.

Chu Feng raised his eyes, pushed the door with a red shadow, saw his moment, his eyes lit up, and rushed towards him.

For a moment, his dead heart suddenly seemed to have vitality and began to beat.

"Young master!"

A Yao ran to him in the twinkling of an eye and looked up at her. Her bright eyes were shining, her face was red, her lips were slightly open, and she was panting.

"I brought delicious food for the young master. Do you want to guess what it is?"

Chu Feng looked down at her hand behind her, "Steamed sweet potato?"

He remembered that the girl seemed to have a special liking for sweet potatoes.

Yao shook his head, "No, no, guess again."

Chu Feng's face was pale and soft. Looking at her, her eyes couldn't help being soft.

"I can't guess. Tell me."

"Alas, you can't help it, young master, Qiang Qiang -"

Ah Yao took out his hands from behind and sent them to Chu Feng with oil paper.

"It's triangular pastry!"

Chu Feng looked at the triangular cakes on the oil paper, dotted with many white sesame seeds, smelling sweet.

"Grandma Wang gave it to me. I haven't eaten it yet. I don't think the young master has eaten it either. Let's eat it together."

A Yao stretched out his hand and pulled Chu Feng. "Can't Fu Bo see it like this? Let's eat it inside."

Then he looked around and took Chu Feng into his door.

Chu Feng fixed his eyes on her and couldn't move away for some reason.

The sunlight on her body warmed him like a temperature.

"Here you are."

A Yao kept pulling Chu Feng to sit down at the head of the bed, holding the oil paper, divided the triangular crisp in his hand into two parts, and handed the large piece to Chu Feng.

He left a small one. When Chu Feng didn't pay attention, he tore it off and handed it to his shoulder.

Xiao Bu carefully put out his head and took a look at Chu Feng. His tentacles quickly took away the triangular crisp and stuffed it into the entrance.

After watching Xiao Bu finish eating, ah Yao slowly breathed out his breath and looked at Chu Feng staring at the triangle crisp in his hand.

"Young master, why don't you eat?"

Chu Feng looked at the triangular crisp in his hand and was pinched a little wrinkled.

She should have never eaten such an ordinary cake and cherish it especially.

Rao is so. He still remembers him. He didn't eat. He brought it back and gave him more than half.

Such warmth was something he had never felt in that cold-blooded home.

"Reluctant to eat?"

The hot air blew on his cheek, and Chu Feng came back to himself. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw an enlarged and beautiful face.

With a sudden jump in his heart, he squeezed his triangular crisp hand and followed it tightly.

Yao smiled and held his hand and put the triangular crisp to his lips.

"It doesn't matter. Eat quickly. I'll help Grandma Wang tomorrow. She'll give it to me."

She blinked and stared at Chu Feng all the time, as if to say, "Eat quickly, it's not enough, I have more."

Chu Feng's throat slipped slightly and bit the triangular crisp.

Although it doesn't sell well, it tastes good.

The soft waxy food is chewy, sweet and mixed with the aroma of cooked sesame.

Seeing that he had taken it, the opiate smiled with satisfaction, and he ate it with satisfaction, shaking his feet in front of the bed.

Chu Feng looked at her. "Do you like dessert?"

"Like it!" A Yao nodded hard, "The mood of eating sweet will get better."

A Yao ate it in twos and threes and jumped off the head of the bed. "Young master, can I go out tomorrow?"

Chu Feng had a stem in his throat. He was inexplicably unwilling, but he nodded when looking at the eye of opiate's hope.

"Yes."

"Really? It's very kind of you, young master!"

Excited, Yao opened his arms and gave Chu Feng a bear hug.

His cheek was buried in the nest of Chu Feng's neck, and his warm breath swept his skin like a feather.

After a hug, she seemed to think of something. She quickly let go and ran to the door.

"I'll decoct medicine for the young master!"

When he ran out of the door, Ah Yao patted his chest, "I almost forgot. This morning, the young master said he couldn't be too close to him. Fortunately, the young master hasn't reacted just now..."

Xiao Bu came out of her shoulder, "What should I do about the temptation plan? It will be interrupted? But if it is interrupted, his Yang will not last for a month."

Yao frowned hard. "But the young master doesn't like this. Wait and see. There will always be a way."

"All right."

Xiao Bu sighed and withdrew.

In the room, Chu Feng sat at the head of the bed and recovered from his stupidity. His eyebrows wrinkled and relaxed. He sighed helplessly and opened his eyes with a smile.

"This girl..."

Looking at the cakes in his hand, his cold face softened a bit.

Abandoned by his biological parents and thrown into this remote village, the servants of the family who had bowed and bowed to him and cared for him began to raise eyebrows at him.

Wherever we go, we are full of gossip, ridicule, sarcasm and pitiful sighs.

He hasn't felt the warmth of the people for some time.

The humble cake in his hand is not only the cake, but also the comfort of his cold heart.

He never thought that he was saved by such a girl before he died.

His eyes were slightly hot. He took a deep breath and raised one hand to half cover his face.

Tears flowed down his face, gathered on his chin and condensed into a drop, but his pale lips lifted up and smiled.

"Fuber."

In the kitchen, Ah Yao fried the medicine and looked back at Fu Bo, who was also busy in the kitchen.

"What's the matter, ah Yao girl?"

"I'm just about to deliver medicine to the young master. The dinner is ready. Shall I send the young master's share?"

"The young master wants to eat in the house?"

Ah Yao smiled with one hand around the green leaves on the bun, "The young master didn't say..."

She wanted to eat alone with the young master. Although the temptation plan could not be used, she could also find an excuse to be closer to the young master.

Fuber stared at her for a moment and smiled lovingly.

"The young master doesn't like to walk around. Then you can have dinner in the house with the young master. Just send the plate back later."

Ah Yao's eyes lit up, "Thank you, uncle!"