After madly criticizing the commander for taking something from him, his wife ran away

Su Man did not hesitate, stretched out his dirty hand, and shook it.

The man had a lot of strength, and with a slight pull, he pulled Su Man up from the field.

Su Man saw that Shen Zhuohuai's hand was also stained with mud by himself, and pulled his hand out with some embarrassment, which made Shen Zhuohuai twist his eyebrows unhappily.

"Don't take your master to wash yet. He said to Qingluo in a cold voice.

Qingluo didn't dare to slack off, so she stepped forward and pulled Su Man and walked towards the pond.

Su Man secretly glanced at Shen Zhuohuai's hand, and finally followed Qingluo to the pond honestly.

There was no way to change the clothes, but fortunately, the place where the mud was stuck had dried up, Su Man simply washed his hands and feet, and asked Qingluo for a bucket of water.

Seeing her young lady carrying a small bucket, she hurriedly stepped forward to stop: "Miss, I'll mention it."

Su Man shook his head: "Wash your hands and feet, and I'll take it to clean your hands."

Qingluo suddenly understood, it turned out that Miss's bucket of water was for Dashuai.

Su Man looked at the man standing with his back to her in front of him, Shen Zhuohuai put his hands behind his back, and the hand stained with mud was especially obvious.

Su Man plucked up his courage and walked behind Shen Zhuohuai: "Dashuai, come and wash your hands."

Su Man's appearance interrupted the conversation, Ye Xifu was interested in leaving, and suddenly there were only the two of them on the empty field.

Shen Zhuohuai turned around, looked at the girl in front of him carrying a bucket full of water in her hand, and raised the bucket of water to her eyes with a courteous face, and the golden light sprinkled on the girl's face, embellishing the smile on her face even more wanton.

Su Man smiled and groaned on his face, and complained in his heart, he took it quickly, and if he raised it again, her hands would definitely be wasted.

Shen Zhuohuai looked at her for a while, and finally put his hand into the bucket, Su Man just held the bucket for Shen Zhuohuai to wash his hands, and his face couldn't show the slightest displeasure.

Seeing that the originally clear water gradually became turbid, Su Man couldn't help but ask, "Dashuai, the water is dirty."

Shen Zhuohuai lowered his eyes and looked at the girl with big eyes, and those clear eyes flashed with hope.

"Hmm, if it's dirty, then make another bucket. Shen Zhuohuai said disapprehantly.

The smile on Su Man's face froze, and he watched Shen Zhuohuai stretch out his hand and vigorously shake off the water stains on his hand.

Obviously her hands are already clean, and she wants to fetch another bucket of water? Isn't this obviously making things difficult for her!

But she still did it, whoever made Shen Zhuohuai the emperor of the soil couldn't provoke him.

Looking at the girl's obedient appearance, a complex color appeared in the man's dark eyes.

When Su Man refilled the bucket of water and came back, Shen Zhuohuai was already gone.

Ye Xifu explained: "The big man came here to wait for someone, and the big man ordered me to send the fifth aunt back home.

Su Man gritted his teeth, with a perfunctory smile on his face: "In this way, the handsome man is really hard, and he has important things to do before he washes his hands." Being

teased by Shen Zhuohuai again, Su Man glanced at the water he fetched back, and simply took it to the fish.

After going back, Su Man was too lazy to move again, and Qingluo looked at the fish and snails on the ground, and was in trouble for a while.

"Miss, are you really going to cook with this fish tomorrow?"

And her master, tomorrow, will personally cook and entertain the soldiers under the handsome, thinking of this, Qingluo can't help but sympathize with her master.

Su Man was thinking that in addition to making some barbecue skewers tomorrow, plus a few dishes such as stir-fried snails and grilled fish, it should be enough, right?

Su Man didn't want to make too many tricks, and it was best to get high returns with the least amount of labor.

Skewers of grilled fish, plus a pot of wine, for a man who is a soldier, it is simply a happy fairy.

Su Man is full of confidence in tomorrow's banquet.

But the next day, for some reason, the fish in the bucket died, and not only that, but the other bucket with snails also emitted a foul smell.

Qingluo was about to cry on the side: "Miss, what should I do about this? This fish and snail are all kept in the yard, and they have only been put away

overnight, they should not die, how can they become like this?" Of course, it will not become like this overnight, only it may be that someone has put something in this water, which causes the fish and snails to die overnight.

Although I don't know who did it, that person's purpose is not to let Su Man's banquet be completed smoothly today.

Compared with Qingluo's nervousness, Su Man didn't care at all: "Qingluo, you go and tell the handsome for me, just say that I am ill today, I'm afraid I won't be able to cook."

Qingluo looked at Su Man at a loss: "Miss, ...... Why do you want to pretend to be sick?"

Su Man said with a smile: "Yesterday I was so tossed in the field, I had to toss out of my illness if I wasn't sick, you do what I say, and the handsome man will understand me."

Qingluo didn't seem to understand, but she still obediently went to Shen Zhuohuai.

Su Man dismantled the hair ornament, scattered the hair, and deliberately slapped his face with cold water before getting into the bed.

It didn't take long for the door to be opened from the outside, and Su Man quickly closed her eyes, listening to the footsteps coming from far and near, her heart beating heavily.

The footsteps stopped in front of her bed, and Su Man could feel a large black shadow enveloping her, and with a cold breath coming, a warm and generous palm was attached to her forehead.

Shen Zhuohuai saw the woman's slender curly eyelashes trembling slightly, he withdrew his hand, and his tone was cold: "Want to pretend to be dead? I can fulfill you." '

Brushing' the ground, Su Man opened her eyes suddenly, looking at the handsome face close at hand, she was startled: "Dashuai, you, why are you here."

She got up in a panic, lifted the corner of the quilt, and made a gesture to salute.

But the man reached out and pressed it: "Okay, lie down."

Su Man cautiously withdrew his hand, glanced at the man guiltily, and blamed himself: "Dashuai, it's all my fault, I just got sick at this time, and I ruined the elegance of Dashuai's hospitality to distinguished guests."

Shen Zhuohuai raised his eyebrows, looking at the girl's sincere apology, what he remembered in his mind was the picture of the girl obediently holding water and letting him wash his hands, and the original doubts in his heart were also a little lighter.

He didn't know what his background was, and he snorted coldly: "I don't know what my background is, so I will go to the field, you are not sick, who is sick?" Su

Man was a little speechless for a while, isn't she also for today's banquet? Why should she be?

The girl on the bed blinked, lowered her head in a low mood, and tears snapped on the plain brocade quilt, fainting dark flowers.

The man frowned: "What are you crying for?"

Su Man sniffed and shook his head: "Da Shuai is right, this time I am blindly confident, knowing that I am not in good health, I still have to be strong, and now that I am sick, I will forget it, and I will give the fish and the bucket of snails after the illness." "