"No, you can drink it. I'm very tired now. I'm still drunk the day before yesterday. Please bring me a bowl of shredded ham soup later."
Bi Yan still wanted to say something, but after opening her mouth twice, she was afraid that saying too much would upset the young mistress, so she could only respectfully reply, "Yes." Then she held the bowl of bird's nest porridge and slowly walked down the embroidery building.
It was early in the winter, and Bi Yan had already looked at Wu Shiyun's embroidery building for the 29th time. However, the lights had not been turned on yet.
"Is Miss still sleeping? She's always very light asleep," Bi Yan muttered to herself. Suddenly, she felt a wave of panic grab her heart. Could it be that Miss had found her faults?
This idea scared Bi Yan to death. She
