She likes to put a little oatmeal in the porridge, which is not only fragrant, but also healthy.

But today, Shangguan Zhixing sat there, looking a little absent-minded.

A bowl of oatmeal, not much moved.

Shangguan Che looked at it, and his face was not very good-looking.

The maid was frightened, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat, "Miss Feng, is today's thing not to taste?" Do you want to make a new one in the kitchen? ”

"......" Shangguan Zhixing was trapped in his own thoughts and did not answer.

"Miss Wind......"

"Huh? What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly. ”

The servant glanced at Shangguan Che and found that his handsome face was even darker, it was almost cloudy, and his voice trembled in fright, "Wind ...... Miss Wind...... I...... I mean, isn't today's breakfast unpalatable? If it doesn't work, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare a new one for Miss Feng. ”

"No, it tastes good." Shangguan Zhixing shook his head.

"That-" The maid glanced at the oatmeal porridge that hadn't moved a few bites at all, and then looked at Shangguan Che, whose face was already extremely dark, and was really worried that the young master would fire them because of this and never hire them.

"I was thinking about things just now, so I got distracted, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Miss Nafeng...... Need me a hot bowl? This bowl is cold, and it's not good for the stomach. ”

"No......" Shangguan Zhixing originally wanted to say no, but when he saw Shangguan's dark and terrible face, he changed his words, "Change it." ”

It's not that Shangguan Zhixing is afraid of Shangguan Che.

Rather, she didn't want to bother the servants.

The maid used the fastest speed to change a bowl of oats for Shangguan Zhixing.

Shangguan Zhixing continued to eat, his mind spinning rapidly, thinking about what it would take to get the password out of Shangguan Che's mouth......

If you ask openly, he will definitely not say it.

It can only come in secret.

I don't know if Shangguan Che has the habit of sleepwalking or talking in his sleep.

I heard that some people are talking in their dreams, and if you ask them about something, they will answer truthfully.

Although this is just a rumor and has not been verified in any way, it is still a method.

If Shangguan Che really has symptoms in this regard, Shangguan Zhixing still wants to try it.

Sneaking a glance at Shangguan Che.

She didn't dare to look at it more, for fear that Shangguan Che would find out, and she was afraid that her little caution would be seen through-

Shangguan Che was so smart that she guessed what she was thinking several times.

Shangguan Zhixing's defense against him deepened again.

Shangguan Che ate slowly and methodically, and his movements were as elegant as a natural nobleman.

The black eyes shone slightly, and he had already seen Shangguan Zhixing's small movements in his eyes, but he didn't break it.

After breakfast, Shangguan Zhixing prepared to go for a walk in the garden.

Suddenly, Bai Jian sent a light purple box.

The box was large, about half wide, square, with a beautiful knot, and you could tell at a glance that it was expensive.

Shangguan Che waved his hand.

The white sword put the thing down and stepped back.

Shangguan Zhixing frowned, looking at Shangguan Che, he didn't understand what tricks this master and servant were playing.

Shangguan Che opened the box.

Shangguan Zhixing saw that it was a set of casual clothes that were convenient for travel.

Pure handmade zuò, whether it is material or process, can be regarded as rare in the world.

"...... this?" Shangguan Zhixing was even more puzzled, and he didn't understand what Shangguan Che was going to do all of a sudden, equipped with civilian clothes?

"Go and put it on." Shangguan Che didn't say much nonsense, and the clothes were directly stuffed into Shangguan Zhixing's hands.

"......" Shangguan Zhixing was subconsciously impulsive, and he was about to throw his clothes back.