Chapter 1805

In the dining room in the bedroom compartment, there is a table of food.

Health preserving mushroom soup, digestible dumplings, steaming dumplings, sweet scented osmanthus cake just steamed, and stewed pigeons one day after Xiao Fengting just ordered.

The meals are very exquisite. They are decorated in gold-plated Jingde celadon, which is elegant and meticulous that matches the whole temperament of the Xiao family.

The servant who came in to serve Tang Qing carefully put a bowl of pigeon soup in front of her and said in a low voice, "Miss Tang, please have some. This is what the little Lord has specially ordered. If you can't eat anything else, you can't eat it. You'll have to eat it later. "

Stewed with pigeons, there are many nourishing herbs, which are specially used to regulate her body.

Tang Qing learned herbalism since she was a child. After all, once she was injured in the mountains and forests and didn't take the corresponding drugs with her, those herbs would be life-saving straw. Although she was not good at physical skills, she was good at pharmacology. Tang Ning once laughed at her. If she was not picked up by Tangmen people, she could be a doctor if she grew up well.

The pigeon soup in front of her smelled of Cordyceps sinensis and pilose antler, as well as the faint bitter aroma of ginseng and medlar. She remembered that she had a fever in the rental room for three days, and Xiao Fengting did not listen to her. But now she began to fiddle with her body in order to meet his needs. Maybe last night, she was exhausted and did not have enough fun, so she specially asked someone to stew it Pigeon soup for her tonic.

She felt sick at the thought.

Some disgusted don't open face, she sat on the sofa tone some cold: "take away."

The maid was at a loss when she was carrying pigeon soup. If Tang Qing didn't take a sip, Xiao Fengting would punish her.

Their master, who seemed gentle and indifferent, was actually cold-blooded and merciless. She was afraid of being reduced to the end of the old housekeeper.

"Miss Tang, have a few drinks, or..."

Behind her came the sound of opening the door. She turned her head and saw Xiao Fengting come in from the door. His face was handsome and elegant. A pair of light colored eyes glanced at the table, and then raised her head to look at them.

The maid was all over the body. She quickly backed away and called out in a low voice: "little Lord."

Xiao Fengting came in, stood at the table, looked at the neat tableware, and then asked in a desert voice, "haven't you moved it?"

The maid clenched her hand a little nervously: "she won't eat."

Xiao Fengting gave a gentle smile and looked down at Tang Qing, who had been sitting on the sofa since he came in.

She, like her sister, had Petite skeletons. Today, she changed into a skirt and sat there, small and delicate, showing weakness from her hair.

"Hunger strike?" He asked.

Tang tilted his eyes and pursed his lips

Xiao Fengting laughed, sat down beside her, picked up disposable gloves, tore a piece of pigeon meat and tasted it.

Then he raised his head to the maid standing on the side and said, "you can go out later and find the housekeeper to settle the salary of this month."

The little maid turned pale and looked at him with tears, trembling her lips but not daring to speak.

Tang Qing suddenly raised his head and subconsciously grasped Xiao Fengting's wrist. "What are you doing to dismiss her?"

Man's eyes slowly swept over the place where she pinched, and then raised his hand to take the wrist out of her palm. He is so slow and elegant, even the expression on his face is exactly the same.