Chapter 1887 What Can He Do

Brother Bai's temperament is indeed a bit weird, and it is possible that children taught by Bai Xiang are like this.

But after Bai Mei left.

Brother Bai sat at the table.

Two meat and one vegetarian, plus a soup, and large white rice.

"Go get two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks."

Brother Bai instructed Xiaoshu, "It's in the small kitchen in the courtyard." The chef who cooked for him in the past few days has caught a cold and is recovering from illness elsewhere. All three meals a day were delivered from the large kitchen of Shuowangfu.

Xiaoshu hurriedly walked out, and when he came back, he already had two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks in his hands.

Brother Bai picked up the chopsticks, and also filled a big bowl of rice. Xiaoshu originally thought that these rich sons would definitely open their mouths with rice, and stretch their hands with clothes. They wouldn’t even know how to wear clothes, but Bai Brother, but he served himself the meal himself, and he was not too waited by others.

It made him feel too many accidents on this day.

Brother Bai put a lot of vegetables in the bowl and put them in front of the little tree.

Xiaoshu doesn't understand, what does Brother Bai mean, is this for him to eat?

"For Xiaomu, you put it on the small stove on the table, and it is always warm."

The dishes in the bowl were piled up into mountains, which also made the little tree feel pan-like sour on the tip of the nose.

"Thank you little boy."

At this time, there was another bowl of rice in front of him.

"This is yours, please accompany me to dinner."

Brother Bai handed Xiaoshu a pair of chopsticks.

"I can't finish these meals. If you eat with me, you can't leave the rest. Otherwise, if my aunt finds out, she will definitely reprimand me."

When Xiaoshu saw the dishes on this table, although there were not too many dishes, each plate was really packed, and it was indeed as Brother Bai said, that he would not be able to finish it all by himself.

He lowered his head, picked up his chopsticks and started eating, but he didn't dare to touch even a single dish.

Brother Bai ignored him, but ate at the original speed until he put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"I'll go out for a while. You can finish the dishes on the table by yourself. Remember, don't let any leftovers appear."

And when he finished speaking, he walked out, leaving Xiaoshu alone to sit there, facing the table with a lot of food left.

Xiaoshu stared at the table for a long time, and finally picked up the chopsticks and ate it by himself. Of course, this was also the first full meal he had ever eaten in his life. He had a meal that could be said to last.

When he put down the bowls and chopsticks again, he couldn't help but burp, and then the tableware and chopsticks on the table were neatly tidied up, and he went to the kitchen with the bowls. When he was about to roll up his sleeves When he was about to wash the dishes, a sturdy old woman came in and took the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, "What kind of dishes are you washing?"

"This bowl is very expensive. If you drop one, you can't even afford to sell it."

Xiaoshu could only give up and returned to the courtyard, and when he returned, another woman was cleaning, and also instructed him, it is best not to disturb, because the things here are very expensive.

And even now, Xiaoshu still doesn't know what to do?

"Do something?"

Brother Bai raised his face, "What does the child need to do?"

"I can do anything."

Xiaoshu stiffened his chest, "I can do all kinds of work, such as farming, cooking and feeding pigs, taking care of my younger siblings, and doing hard work."

"But you don't need to farm here, and you don't need your pigs and chickens."

"There are special wives and maids to do these."

After listening to Xiaoshu, he couldn't help but stand there. If that's the case, then what is he going to do?

"You are just book boys."

Brother Bai tapped the inkstone on the table with a pen again, and Xiaoshu quickly and cautiously helped him sharpen the ink.

"This is your job."

Brother Bai continued to write, "Remember to only do these things, you don't need to do the rest, otherwise they will think that you robbed them of their jobs, and it's not easy in my aunt's house, not everyone here can do it. in."

Not only is there less work, but Yueyin is also more, the most important thing is that there are few masters, and there is not much war of words. I don’t know how many people in this world want to come in, so those who are already in the mansion are naturally cautious. , but I don't want to give this one a good deal, and in the end it's all cheap to others.

Xiaoshu has always listened and remembered, and kept these in his heart. When his brother wakes up, he will tell his brother.

"Then my brother..."

No matter what Xiaoshu himself is, he can do a lot of things, but his younger brother is still young. Although he is very sensible, he is still young after all.

"What can he do?"

Brother Bai asked Xiaoshu back.

And Xiaoshu for a long time was unable to answer.

"He's the same age as my brother, just like the one with dimples, just play with my brother."

Xiaoshu opened his mouth, hesitant and worried.

"My brother is very good. He won't bully others, and my parents were adopted by my grandfather, so I'm not with my brother. When we go back to the mansion, we'll talk about Xiaomu."

However, Brother Bai wrote another word, that is, he really can't think of it, what can he do other than play with a dumpling as big as a dumpling?

He wrote several words again, and then put down the pen in his hand.

"I'm going to rest. If you get up early tomorrow morning, you should go back too."

And after he finished speaking, he also walked into his house.

As for Xiaoshu, he carefully picked up the pens on the table and hung them on the pen holder after cleaning them. Relationship, this is something that can't be broken.

After he was done with all these things, he returned to his house, and he didn't know when, Xiaomu also woke up, he rubbed his eyes, and when he saw it was his brother, he also grinned at his brother.

Because it is very warm here, even Xiaomu's face has always been bloodless, and it seems to be a little red.

Xiaoshu brought the bowl up from the small stove, and when his hand touched the bowl, he could also feel the heat above it. Sure enough, as Brother Bai said, he placed it on the stove. No matter how long it is left on, the items on the table are still warm, and it saves the trouble of having to reheat them again. Of course, there is no need to eat cold rice.

He brought the bowl in front of his brother. The bowl was full of white rice and a lot of vegetables. Xiaoshu didn't eat much of it himself, and finally gave it to his brother.

He put the bowl on the little wooden hand.

Xiaomu used two small hands to hold the bowl, which was bigger than his face.

And Xiaomu, who smelled the aroma of the food, swallowed her saliva.