Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 469: The Gentleman Like Mr. Nalan

"Master Tu, Miss, breakfast is ready!"

Diligent Xiangxiang set up the table and utensils in the yard, busily serving porridge and side dishes.

She packed a meal in a bamboo basket and delivered it to Master Tuantuan’s room: "Master Tu, please have your meal."

Qin Xin asked her curiously in a low voice, "Why doesn’t Master join us?"

Xiangxiang said, "Miss, you know this. Master Tu is very traditional; he says that men and women should not have physical contact..."

Qin Xin nearly choked on a mouthful of porridge.

In this day and age, still talking about men and women not having physical contact?

If just a moment ago she vaguely felt there was something familiar about the cold temperament of this Master Tuantuan, she was now sure she’d never seen a man like this before.

In the city, men are either gentlemen like Mr. Nalan, scoundrels like Lan Yingjun, or sleazy types like Feng Liang...

She had never encountered an ancient person claiming men and women shouldn’t have contact!

Even Mr. Nalan, the gentleman, had held her little hand, hugged her, and nearly touched her face.

Where’s the constraint on "no physical contact" there?

Feudal man!

Qin Xin ate breakfast speechlessly, then saw Xiangxiang bringing her a "curriculum schedule."

Martial arts training.

Sewing.

Calligraphy and painting.

Meditation.

Qin Xin glanced through it; they were all courses with a strong ancient flavor.

Not tiring, rather refreshing, but... a bit out of touch with the times.

"Can I skip it?"

Qin Xin asked Xiangxiang.

Xiangxiang glanced cautiously at the man on the bamboo couch in the room and whispered, "Your Master would be displeased. Would you bear to make him unhappy?"

Looking at the man not far away, behind the gauze curtain, with an otherworldly aura like an immortal.

Qin Xin held her forehead: "..."

This winter break of hers, she escaped homework but couldn’t escape Master’s tor—ment—!

After a day, Qin Xin’s time was fully packed.

She even ate an extra bowl of dinner.

Rubbing her round little belly, Qin Xin began to worry if she’d return to school as a chubby girl after the New Year.

As she interacted more with Master Tuantuan, she gradually discovered that this man appeared cold, but his heart was rather warm.

Take today’s calligraphy practice.

Her writing was crooked.

Master, in anger, punished her to write ten pages.

Her hands grew weary, but later Master Tuantuan still reached out from behind the curtain, guiding her hand in writing, helping her press down.

Originally, this saved her quite a bit of effort.

If she hadn’t acted foolishly, Master would patiently assist her to the end.

Who knew, she suddenly blurted out, foolishly, "Master, didn’t you say men and women shouldn’t have contact? Does our hand-in-hand writing count as contact now?"

As a result, the man instantly withdrew his hand, looked down, closed his eyes, and coldly said, "Write ten more pages."

Causing her to write all the way until dinner!

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Overall, life in the countryside was quite pleasant.

Although there were many courses, Qin Xin found herself both exhausted and delighted, teasing Master Tuantuan and flirting with Xiangxiang along the way.

However, just before New Year’s Eve.

Xiangxiang accidentally burned her hand while cooking soup, causing several large blisters. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Once the blisters were broken, she couldn’t get her hand wet or use it to cook anymore.

So the task of cooking fell to Qin Xin.

On the first day.

Qin Xin made porridge for breakfast, served with pickled vegetables.

Though the porridge was overcooked, it was barely edible.

At noon, she cooked white rice, served with pickled vegetables.

The white rice was also burned, and the pickled vegetables were nearly gone.

For dinner, she made noodles.

The noodles were burnt, the pickles were finished, so she had to mix in a bit of soy sauce.

Xiangxiang said, "Miss, let me cook; my hand is burned, but..."

But eating burnt rice and soy sauce every day was worse than enduring the pain of blisters to fry some simple greens.