"Miss, are you okay?"

"Water, give me water--"

Yuluo only felt bitter and spicy in his mouth, and he felt so uncomfortable.

Zhang's mother stepped forward with concern and handed her the milk at Yuluo's hand.

Yuluo hurriedly took it and took a big gulp.

"puff--"

The next second, she sprayed the pure white "milk" out in one gulp.

"What, what's going on?"

She looked at the "milk" in the cup, no, it was not milk, but more like paint. After the white paint was diluted, it was like milk, which was drunk by her mouth and stuck to her tongue.

Yuluo hurriedly got up, rushed into the kitchen, took out a large bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, rinsed his mouth, and then drank it in big gulp.

After a while, after destroying half of the bottle of mineral water, Yuluo felt better in his mouth, but his stomach was so swelling that it was uncomfortable.

She supported herself in pain and returned to the dining table. Her eyes accidentally turned over the culprit who had just made her suffer, but she saw that there was a bug in the steak cut in front of her, and she was still alive.

"vomit--"

Yuluo stretched out his eyes in horror, and turned his head away. His stomach was rumbling and bugs appeared in the steak. This nauseating scene made her unable to control her anymore, and she bent down and vomited violently.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

A gloating smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Ma's mouth, but her face showed a deep affection for worry. She took the tissue from the dining table and handed it to Yuluo, and patted her back thoughtfully.

Yuluo vomited all the mineral water he had just drunk, and he barely stopped vomiting until his stomach was hollowed out.

Yu Luo held tears and vomited, making her face turn red.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Ma Zhang, take away my plate quickly, there are bugs inside!"

"How is that possible, Miss? The steak is very fresh and was made in the kitchen half an hour ago."

Zhang Ma's tone was very suspicious.

"Ma Zhang, I'll tell me seriously, look--"

Yuluo stood up, and did not start by looking at the steak on the plate, and pointed at it with his fingers.

"Where is there, Miss? I didn't see it."

Hearing Zhang Ma's question, Yu Luo held back the disgust in his heart, turned his head and looked at the steak, with a shock on his face.

She looked closer in disbelief. The steak on the plate looked smooth and tender, exquisite and delicious, and even exuded an attractive aroma.

"How could this happen? I obviously saw the bug just now."

Yuluo said strangely that the steak had a cut gap on it, and it was indeed her own steak.

"Miss, you must have read it wrong. The ingredients were purchased by me by the servants I trusted to personally purchase. There is absolutely no problem."

"Did I read it wrong?"

Yuluo suddenly remembered that there was something wrong with the cup of milk, so he hurriedly picked up the crystal cup at hand and smelled it. It was the unique aroma of milk, not the paint smell just now. She tried to taste it, and the taste was also normal milk smell.

This is, what's going on?

"Miss, maybe you're too tired recently and have a blurry vision, so you've read it wrong for a while."

"is that so?"

Yu Luo still didn't believe it very much. What happened just now still has a sense of taste in his mouth. How could it be that he was wrong?

"It must be, Miss."

Yu Luo frowned. The facts were in front of her. She didn't believe it and couldn't help. Maybe it was because she really misread it, or as Zhang Ma said, she was too tired. Last night, she just took a look at Ye Xiuchen and didn't sleep well all night.

"Miss, if you think there is something wrong with this steak, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare another piece for you, it's very soon."

Zhang Ma suggested.

"No."

Yu Luo glanced at the steak on the plate indifferently. Although it looked very attractive at the moment, she had no appetite at all, and a disgusting scene that had not long ago flashed in her mind.

"I'm stuffed."

"By the way, didn't the lady say yesterday that she would learn how to grow roses with me? Today I feel better, so why not start teaching the lady later."

"Really? That's great!"

Yuluo's favorite is roses. When she talked about it, she couldn't help but get excited and temporarily left what had just happened.

"Please follow me, Miss."

Zhang's mother led the way, and Yuluo followed behind without notice at all. Under the dining table, there was a plate of cut steak, and a cup of milk.

Yuluo followed Zhang Ma to the back garden of Ye's house. There was a special piece of land here for planting various flower seedlings. Zhang Ma took out a small shovel, squatted down, and shoveled out some rose seedlings from the field.

"Miss, I will teach you the easiest planting process today."

"OK."

Yuluo took the rose seedlings from Zhang Ma's hand. Although the rose seedlings were covered with thorns, she didn't mind, but instead wanted to try.

"Miss, dig a hole with a shovel first, not too deep."

Zhang's mother led Yu Luo to squat down in the empty field in the garden. The soil inside seemed to have been loose not long ago, and her shoes were trapped in when she stepped on it.

Yuluo dug a hole with a shovel as Zhang Ma said, but the soil was too loose and it couldn't be dug deep.

"Is that OK?"

"It's OK. Now take out a rose seedling, put it in, and cover it with soil."

Yuluo did as he did, carefully putting the rose seedlings in and burying them with soil. However, the pit was not deep and the soil was too loose. As soon as he let go, the seedlings fell to the ground.

"how so?"

"Miss." Zhang Ma's tone suddenly became serious, "You have to hold it with your hands. If you are afraid of being stabbed by thorns, you will not be able to plant roses."

"Sorry, I'll try again."

Yuluo was a little annoyed and dug a new pit and put the rose seedlings in it. This time, he held it tightly with his hands. The thorns on the rose stem pierced into the palm of her fingertips. She endured the pain and bought it bit by bit with soil, but she still failed.

"Ma Zhang, it seems that it won't work. The soil is too loose."

"If the soil is too tight, no flower can survive. The flower is like soil and needs breathing." Zhang Ma paused, "Miss, your hands are too delicate, so let's leave these things to the servants."

As Zhang's mother said, she was going to take the shovel from Yuluo's hand.

"No, I can."

This time, Yuluo endured the pain of piercing his skin, dug a hole, inserted the rose seedlings tightly into it, and finally barely stood up after covering the soil.

Yuluo was very excited.

"Miss is very talented, try again."

"Um!"

Yuluo nodded heavily and continued to fight the remaining rose seedlings at hand.

All morning, Yuluo was planting rose seedlings. It was noon until she planted dozens of seedlings and guaranteed to stand.

"Wow, I've finally finished planting!"

Yuluo stood up, lowered his head and looked at the two rows of rose seedlings in the soil in front of him, and was so excited.

"ah!"

She wanted to pick up the shovel, but the shovel slipped out of her hand.

Yuluo spread his hands and several blisters were worn out on his tender skin. The worst thing was that almost every finger was covered with red spots soaked in blood, which were all pierced by rose thorns.

I have been working hard to plant it just now, so I didn't pay attention. Now that I'm done, bursts of scorching pain spread throughout my hands.

"Miss, you are so awesome. All the rose seedlings have been planted."

Zhang's mother praised without hesitation, and Yuluo smiled sincerely, but the pain in her hands became more and more obvious.

With what happened in the morning, Yuluo had no appetite when facing the sumptuous lunch. In addition, her hands were not only painful, but also gradually became red and swollen. She probably couldn't even hold the chopsticks.

"Mom Zhang, I'm not hungry and I won't eat anymore. I'll go back to my room to take a shower and take a rest."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work today, Miss."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhang."

Yuluo nodded politely to Zhang Ma, turned around and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

I was busy all morning and sweating all over. However, as soon as my hands were touched with hot water, I immediately pumped back with excitement.

Yu Luo endured the pain, sucked a towel, dripped water in front of him, and wiped his body. In just a few minutes, a layer of fine and dense sweat had already spread from his forehead due to the pain.

I didn't know how many times the towel had fallen from my hands. Yu Luo lowered his head and looked at his hands, laughing and crying.
To be continued...