C17 (1/2)

After politely scooping up a spoonful of porridge, he slowly said, ”In this house, it's only after master has eaten his fill that he can eat. As for you, you're a servant, understand? When the master is eating, the servant must stand to the side and wait upon him.

”You …” Qiao Xinran's face paled after being swallowed. This Han Mo was not only a bastard, she was also a conceited madman! What did he think this society was? Was this the old world where men and women were inferior to each other?

”If you understand what I'm saying, then stand to the side and wait! If you do not understand the rules, I will have Uncle Chang properly teach you … ”

In Han Mo's eyes, the expression of anger on her face was like an interesting movie, captivating him in its aftertaste.

Fine, so be it! Looking at his disgusting face now, even if he ate it, it would affect his digestion!

”Young Master Mo, take your time and eat. If you choke to death, there really won't be anyone to collect your corpse for you!” Qiao Xinran gritted her teeth as she said this, his fists clenching tightly. She almost wanted to wave his fists and smash that annoying face into pieces.

After saying that, she glared at him fiercely before turning around and heading upstairs.

When Han Mo saw that she was as angry as a little tiger, his mood became even more beautiful. Even the corner of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Watching Qiao Xinran's figure disappear from the second floor, the Uncle Chang sighed lightly, ”Young Master, the Young Mistress hasn't been able to get any closer to him since yesterday. If this goes on, her body won't be able to take it.”

”I didn't say I wouldn't let her eat it. She was the one who was upset!” Han Mo leisurely drank the last mouthful of the porridge, then stood up with satisfaction, ”Don't worry, you won't starve to death now. If she can really starve herself to death, it would be considered a skill! ”

Uncle Chang could not bear to raise his head and look at the direction of the second floor.

Although he had only seen her twice, the Uncle Chang would never mistake her for someone else. She was definitely different from the other girls, the kind of girls who could cleanse their souls.

If it wasn't for the grudges of the previous generation, they might have gotten married together. What a pity …

Qiao Xinran laid on the bed, pretending to be dead. The rumbling sounds from his stomach also stopped, after which it gradually quietened down. She didn't even have the strength to get angry.

Ever since she was young, she had never tasted hunger. This was the first time she was doing something like a diet protest. He didn't expect that the TV series would be full of lies. How could a diet be so easy? He might really starve people to death.

Suddenly, he missed those delicious things. The thing that he regretted the most in this world was only this much, wasn't it?

When the delicious food was placed in front of him, he kept saying that he wanted to lose weight and be beautiful. Only when he was really hungry did he know how important food was.

Han Mo, you bastard! Don't let me get a hold of you, or I'll teach you a lesson!

Qiao Xinran laid on her bed, staring at the white ceiling in a daze, his nose suddenly took a whiff, and it seemed like there was a whiff of a fragrance coming from it.

It's over, it's all over. I'm already hallucinating. Am I going to starve to death?

”Young mistress, I've brought you breakfast …” Uncle Chang's voice came from the door.

Qiao Xinran sat up on the bed, blinking her eyes blankly for a long time. When the knock on the door sounded again, she jumped off the bed and ran over in two or three steps.

Opening the door, Uncle Chang stood outside the door with a smile on his face. The tray in his hands was filled with bread, milk, porridge and two steaming hot big buns.

Was this really an illusion?

”Young Mistress, I made the kitchen heat up again. Please eat while it's hot.” The Uncle Chang said with a smile.