Zhen Xiaoyu walked into the thatched cottage with a tray in her hand.
Zhao Zongying was sitting at the table. He just lifted his eyelids to glance at her when she entered, then lowered his eyes again, as if looking at her for one more second would hurt his eyes.
"Aman, come and taste the egg pancakes and soy milk I made." Zhen Xiaoyu put the wooden tray on the table. She first moved the bowl with the failed pancakes in front of herself, and then placed the plate with the good egg pancakes in front of Zhao Zongying.
Then she served a bowl of soy milk for each of them.
She didn't take the steamed buns that Doctor Lin had bought, for fear that if she brought the buns, the God of Slaughter would not eat the egg pancakes she made.
She wanted to conquer the God of Slaughter's stomach with delicious food, so that when he had the urge to kill, he would take into account the feelings of his stomach and wouldn't have the heart to really kill her.
Zhao Zongying glanced at the golden pancake in front of him, then looked across the table. His gaze passed over the burnt pancakes and landed on Zhen Xiaoyu's dirty face.
Her face was full of traces of being smoked, and there was still a black mark of charcoal on her nose.
He knew what kind of life she had lived in the Zhen Mansion.
But as long as he thought that everything she did was to deceive him, he felt disgusted.
It's better to kill her earlier. Then he would feel more comfortable, he thought.
[You've gained 10 points of killing intent from Zhao Zongying!]
Zhen Xiaoyu was so shocked that her eyes widened. She looked at Zhao Zongying.
"Is it not delicious?" she asked carefully.
Zhao Zongying ignored her. He rolled up a pancake and took a bite. The pancake, with a strong egg flavor in the salty and fragrant taste, was a bit chewy when chewed. It was delicious.
After finishing one pancake, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of soy milk. His hand paused in the air for a moment, then he picked it up again and took a big gulp.
Seeing that he was eating, Zhen Xiaoyu felt relieved.
It seemed that the God of Slaughter's killing intent just now was only aimed at her personally, not at the food she made.
She watched with a beaming smile as he finished the breakfast she made, feeling a sense of accomplishment like a chef seeing a guest finish the food they made.
Whenever Zhao Zongying lifted his eyes, he could see her crescent - shaped eyebrows and eyes. There was no impurity in her eyes looking at him, as if she would be very happy as long as he ate well.
But all these were just illusions!
A cold glint flashed across the bottom of his eyes.
[You've gained 10 points of killing intent from Zhao Zongying!]
Zhen Xiaoyu blinked. Oh no! The big villain really lived up to his reputation as the God of Slaughter. Just her looking at him could arouse his killing intent. His killing intent was really strong.
"Miss Zhen, may I come in?" Mrs. Lin's voice came from outside.
"Come in, please!" Zhen Xiaoyu replied loudly.
Mrs. Lin walked in from outside with a quilt in her arms.
Zhen Xiaoyu quickly got up to help take the quilt. "Let me do it. Sister - in - law, be careful."
"Put this quilt under the mat. It will be softer to lie on. The mat needs to be washed and dried first. I'll bring it later." Mrs. Lin handed the quilt to Zhen Xiaoyu.
"I'll wash the mat. How can I trouble sister - in - law?" Zhen Xiaoyu put the quilt on the bed board.
"It's okay. Doctor Lin is free today. I'll ask him to wash it." Mrs. Lin looked at the man sitting at the table eating with a curious look on her face.
Just then, Zhao Zongying looked up and met Mrs. Lin's gaze.
When she saw his face, Mrs. Lin took a step back in fright. After realizing what had happened, she quickly explained, "Sorry. It's our first meeting. Please forgive me if I offended you just now, sir."
Zhen Xiaoyu stepped forward with a smile and supported Mrs. Lin's hand, trying to defuse the situation. "Anyone would be scared at first sight. But Aman in my family is very magnanimous and won't care about such things."
Zhao Zongying gave Zhen Xiaoyu a sidelong glance, then nodded slightly at Mrs. Lin.
Although he hated the hypocritical Zhen Xiaoyu, he wouldn't target a pregnant woman, even though this pregnant woman had looked at him as if she had seen a ghost just now.
Mrs. Lin showed an embarrassed smile and said softly, "I'm just short - sighted and judge people by their appearance. A man who can be favored by a wonderful woman like Miss Zhen must be a dragon among men."
"Madam, you flatter me too much. I'm just a useless man at the mercy of others." Zhao Zongying said calmly.
Mrs. Lin gave Zhen Xiaoyu an inquiring look. It sounded like the man was forced?
Zhen Xiaoyu coughed lightly and said, "Sister - in - law, don't you want to wash the mat? Come on. Take me to wash it now."
Mrs. Lin understood that Zhen Xiaoyu wanted to talk to her privately. She nodded at Zhao Zongying with a smile as a greeting, then took Zhen Xiaoyu's hand and walked out of the thatched cottage.
"What's going on? It sounds a bit strange," Mrs. Lin asked in a low voice after they walked out of the thatched cottage.
"Alas, I like him very much, but he always wants to leave me. So I can only use treating his wounds as a bargaining chip to let him stay with me for two months." Zhen Xiaoyu sighed.
Mrs. Lin was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.
That Aman did look quite unusual. At least he looked scary. That was why she thought it was incredible that Zhen Xiaoyu, a precious daughter of a big landowner, was so eager to be with Aman.
"Miss Zhen, may I ask a bold question? What on earth do you like about him?" Mrs. Lin asked curiously.
"I can't say exactly. But love is just love. If there are reasons, it won't be pure." Zhen Xiaoyu said seriously.
Mrs. Lin looked at her in surprise and said with emotion, "Miss Zhen is really the most interesting woman I've ever met."
"Sister - in - law is also the gentlest and most understanding woman I've ever met." Zhen Xiaoyu quickly gave a wave of mutual compliments.
After complimenting each other, they went to wash an empty mat happily.
Mrs. Lin even washed Zhen Xiaoyu's face herself and re - styled her hair.
Then they started to talk about needlework.
But Zhen Xiaoyu didn't know anything about needlework. She only knew cross - stitch with pre - printed patterns...
"If you sew a pouch for him with your own hands and he carries it with him every day, seeing the thing will make him think of you, and he will surely appreciate you a bit," Mrs. Lin said.
Zhen Xiaoyu thought it was a good idea. She wanted to embroider a pouch that would make the big villain angry when he saw it and make him carry it every day.
What should she embroider?
She propped her chin, thinking about what pattern would be easy to make people angry.
Seeing her so serious, Mrs. Lin sighed softly in her heart.
It seemed that this Miss Zhen really loved that terrifying - looking man deeply.
Normally, a woman would only embroider a pouch for the person she loved most.
"I've thought of the pattern I want to embroider," Zhen Xiaoyu said excitedly.
Mrs. Lin smiled slightly. "What kind of pattern do you want to embroider?"
"I can't say now. You'll know when I finish embroidering. But sister - in - law, you have to teach me some basic stitches first."
After much trouble, almost all of Zhen Xiaoyu's ten fingers had been pricked by the needle. She was embroidering the pattern while crying out in pain.
Mrs. Lin watched from the side. She felt both heartache and amusement, and at the same time, she was a bit confused.
"So, what on earth are you embroidering?" It looked so much like a pile of cow dung.
"It's a coiled dragon. It's coiled round and round. The black tip on the top is the dragon's head. Look, there's a mouth here," Zhen Xiaoyu explained her work in a serious tone.
"Why did you use such earthy and black colors to embroider a dragon? Dragons are usually golden or red," Mrs. Lin said puzzledly.
"Dragons flying in the sky are golden. The color I used suits him now," Zhen Xiaoyu replied.
Mrs. Lin's smile was a bit forced.
She still thought that with this pattern and color scheme, it looked more like a pile of...