"Since we know that walls have ears..." the woman said in a somewhat disdainful tone, "Why are you still chattering here? Maybe Chu Zhao is at the door listening to us right now."

This tone, why, it sounds like there is no reflection at all.

He was standing at the door listening to the whispers inside, but he was slightly stunned.

But these have no effect on him, they are just another way to gain his trust.

To my surprise, it turns out that this young lady from the Rong family has such a temperament...

"It's true, I'll go take a look quickly..." the little maid muttered, and a vague figure fell on the door. It was obvious that someone came to the door.

Chu Zhao had no intention of retreating.

He wanted to see what other faces the master and servant had to show off.

After hearing a creak, the little maid pushed the door open. She was immediately frightened by Chu Zhao standing outside the door and took two or three steps back. She raised her hand to cover her lips and subconsciously wanted to close the door.

"General...general!?"

How could Chu Zhao let her succeed? He firmly held the door frame with one hand without giving in at all.

With such a small crack in the door, he could clearly see the scene inside the door. He saw a girl in pink delicate clothes sitting cross-legged at the table, and there were many dishes on the table. The food, from pastries to braised food, is quite rich.

Is this also a disguise?

His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the person.

She is a fair-skinned and beautiful woman, with tender eyebrows and soft waist. She is a beauty from the south of the Yangtze River.

Obviously, the other party also saw himself.

The discussion that was still going on in the room just now is really deafening now, and I don’t know what will happen to the master and servant.

Chu Zhao even wanted to see the other party's reaction with some evil intent.

However, the most likely possibility is that he just pretended to be calm, pretending that nothing happened and didn't say anything.

Even if I ask, it's probably...

"General, when did you come?"

Chu Zhao paused. He just stood by the door, waiting.

The woman reluctantly swallowed the food in her mouth, pursed her lips, and stared at him for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help opening her mouth to ask first.

"General..."

"Would you like to eat something together?"

Um?

"I was really hungry in the middle of the night, so I asked the small kitchen to make something to eat..." The woman had an awkward smile on her face, and it seemed that everything written on her face was "Chu Mansion can't be so poor and not even give them a little food." A few lines of large characters.

Is this the most important question right now? Should we sit down and have something to eat together?

Unexpectedly, the first time I met my "wife" would be such a scene.Is she really like this? Or is she just pretending, trying to pretend to be such an innocent person who knows nothing but eats and drinks?

If it's the latter...

That would be interesting.

He doesn't mind that instead of having a confrontation, it's better to say that it's just what he wants.

Chu Zhao took a step with his long legs and entered the door in three steps. He naturally and generously sat down next to her, raised his hand to pick up the chopsticks, picked up the peach blossom-shaped pastry on the table and brought it to his mouth.

"Since Madam has kindly invited me, I can just give it a try for my husband."

The pastry was delicious and melted in your mouth, but it was a little too sweet and almost burst on the tip of your tongue.

This is their first meeting.

Underneath the calm, there is tension.

The little maid was so frightened that she did not dare to look up.

However, his wife seemed to be fine and continued to eat. Naturally, she did not forget to put vegetables on his plate.

"General, this roasted goose feet is extremely delicious. You should try it too."

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