Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Lin Feng nodded: "Once the pot boils, we'll add the vegetables and eat."

The meat and vegetables are over there; help yourself.

After you finish eating, remember to clean up the pots and pans, and tidy up the yard.

"Yes, young master!"

After giving his instructions, Lin Feng was about to turn and leave when he saw Guan Xin following closely behind him.

He glanced at her, knowing that the girl was also craving the hot pot, and said, "Alright, you don't need to serve me tonight, you go and eat too."

Guan Xin shook her head and said seriously:

"I am your personal maid, young master, and it is my duty to serve you."

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised and glanced at her.

This girl is quite sensible.

She gets into character very quickly and has a good sense of responsibility.

"Okay." He didn't refuse again.

As the weather gets colder, it gets dark earlier.

Back in the backyard, Lin Feng chatted with the girls until night fell.

As soon as Lin Feng returned to his room, Guan Xin quickly brought him a basin of hot water and placed it at his feet.

She knelt down and personally helped Lin Feng take off his shoes and socks, gently placing his feet into the hot water and softly massaging them.

The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

Her fingers were slender and soft, and her pressure was just right, making Lin Feng feel quite comfortable.

After washing his feet, Guan Xin dried them with a clean, soft cloth and said softly, "Please wait a moment, young master, I'll go warm your bed right away."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "No need, the bed is warm enough."

He lifted the covers and saw Su Shi and Su Qin, each holding one of his legs, looking at him with smiles on their faces at the other end of the bed.

The two girls' body heat had already warmed the bed nicely, so there was really no need to warm it up anymore.

Seeing this, Guan Xin stopped insisting and said softly, "Young master, I will sleep on the outside."

If you need to get up at night, just call for me.

Guan Xin gently blew out the candle and lay down on the soft couch beside the bed. Her movements were so light that they made almost no sound.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled patterns on the floor.

As night deepened, the chill intensified.

Lin Feng was half asleep when he suddenly heard a faint clicking sound.

Intermittent, barely perceptible.

A wave of doubt washed over me.

What's all this noise coming from in the middle of the night?

He released his divine sense and scanned the area, instantly understanding.

Guan Xin was lying on the soft couch on the outside, curled up in a ball because of the cold.

She wasn't covered by a blanket, and there were no bedding prepared on the outside.

After all, Lin Feng had been sleeping in the master bedroom before, and tonight he was staying with Su Shi and Su Qin, so he hadn't even considered having a maid keep watch over him.

Guan Xin was both hungry and cold; she hadn't eaten anything since the afternoon.

I felt so cold that I couldn't stand it.

She was shivering from the cold, and her teeth were chattering involuntarily, which is how that clicking sound came about.

Lin Feng felt somewhat embarrassed.

He took out a thick cotton quilt from his spatial storage, unfolded it, and covered her with it.

The moment the blanket fell, Guan Xin's body stiffened slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing became erratic.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, turned around and went back to bed to continue sleeping.

The hazy moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft, silvery glow on the ground.

Guan Xin secretly opened her eyes, gazing at Lin Feng's retreating figure, her eyes slightly warm.

Since her home was ransacked, she has been living in constant fear and anxiety, like a rootless duckweed, not knowing where she will drift to tomorrow.

Life in the Jiaofangsi was like walking on thin ice; the slightest mistake could result in a scolding or even worse punishment.

She was almost forced to become a prostitute, but luckily Wei Zhaoan got her out of there.

Tonight, for the first time, she felt a sense of security.

Guan Xin pulled the blanket up to cover half her face, leaving only her eyes visible as she gazed at the cold, clear moon outside the window.

My heart feels warm.

The next day.

After washing up and getting dressed, Lin Feng, having nothing else to do, strolled to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The lake inside the Prince's Palace is quite large, with a surface area roughly the size of a football field.

In the middle of the lake stands an exquisite pavilion, surrounded by water on all sides and connected only by a winding bridge.

The autumn air is crisp and clear, the sun shines brightly, the lake glistens, and several koi carp swim among the lotus leaves.

Lin Feng took out a fishing rod from his spatial storage and leisurely started fishing.

The two sisters, Su Shi and Su Qin, followed over. One of them boiled water to make tea, while the other peeled melon seeds. Lin Feng was served with great care and attention.

Lin Feng had just caught a crucian carp the size of his palm when Xiao Tao hurriedly ran over from the other side of the arched bridge.

"Young master, something terrible has happened!" Xiao Tao ran out of breath, her face flushed.

Lin Feng didn't turn his head, staring at the buoy on the water's surface, and said calmly, "What is it?"

Xiao Tao gasped for breath and said anxiously, "Sister Guan Xin's forehead is burning hot, she has a high fever that won't go down, it's frighteningly hot, what should we do?"

Lin Feng nodded, not surprised: "They must have caught a chill last night."

He took out an ibuprofen pill from his sleeve and handed it to Xiao Tao: "Let her take this medicine and get some rest."

Ask the kitchen to prepare something light for her.

"Yes, young master!" Xiao Tao took the medicine and hurriedly ran back.

Lin Feng continued fishing.

Not long after, Xueyao and Guyu arrived as well.

The two walked along the winding bridge, their skirts gently brushing the surface, their figures graceful.

Xueyao walked to Lin Feng's side and whispered:

"Young master, shouldn't the plaque on the gate of the mansion be changed?"

Now that we're living here, we can't keep using the "Prince Zhao'an's Mansion" sign anymore. We have to change it to "Lin Mansion."

Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, it's time to change it."

"Then please write the two characters 'Lin Mansion' so that I can find someone to carve them," Xueyao said.

Lin Feng's lips curled slightly as he put down his fishing rod: "Carving?"

Who are you looking for? I'll come myself.

"Find a good piece of wood, and I'll carve it for you, paint it, and hang it up."

Xueyao paused for a moment, then remembered Lin Feng's skill in carving seals, and no longer doubted him, nodding with a smile:

"Yes, sir, I will have someone find a good piece of wood right away."

At lunchtime, the women made Ri eat hot pot again.

Lin Feng felt somewhat helpless.

He was genuinely getting tired of it.

He just wants to eat some snacks right now, like liangpi (cold skin noodles), roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), mashi (a type of noodle), or even a small barbecue.

But Yu Lan, Su Shi, Su Qin, and Gu Yu all nodded, their eyes full of anticipation.

But seeing the expectant looks in the girls' eyes, Lin Feng waved his hand and agreed.

"Alright, alright, let's have hot pot."

The girls immediately cheered.

The hot pot is ready.

Liang Bing remained standing arrogantly to the side, her face expressionless, as if to say, "I'm not eating, I'm not interested."

But Lin Feng noticed that she would glance at the pot from time to time, and the nostrils under her straw hat seemed to twitch slightly.

Lin Feng glanced at her and suddenly said:

"Miss Liang, why don't you sit down and eat with us?"

Liang Bing was slightly taken aback, then snorted coldly: "You didn't even know a thief had sneaked in. I advise you to hire more guards."

Otherwise, you won't even know how you died.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng was completely certain that the corpse in the woodshed was Liang Bingqian's.

He couldn't figure out this woman's temperament, and didn't dare to tease her too much.

Besides, we can't beat them anyway, so it's better to be honest.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his attitude sincere: "Miss Liang is right."

We must also thank Miss Liang for her generosity. Why don't we sit down and have a meal together?