“Ahem, where’s the boss?”
“Hurry up and go back after reading it, don’t run around.”
“Got it, got it, so long-winded.”
“Dare to talk back, believe it or not, I will report you now and send you back to your hometown?”
“I was wrong!Brother Mingming, your harvest must be good this time, right?If there is any baby to show us, it’s better to learn more than to see more.”
Meng Tingchun looked at the scene in front of him blankly.
Such a warm and relaxed atmosphere seemed to be isolated from the world, evoking the memory of the mundane continent where she was buried.
But after coming to Lingzhou for a few years, she almost forgot about it.
“These guys, wait to go back and be slapped with a board, let’s be in confinement.”
Meng Tingchun heard Shen Xiaoyun’s murmur next to her and looked at her.
I saw Shen Xiaoyun with a dissatisfied expression, and there was no cruelty in his eyes, but the helplessness and annoyance of ordinary urchins.
……
In the next few days, Meng Tingchun continued to act in the stronghold of the night tour envoys, watching the night tour envoys go in and out, and experiencing firsthand how true Mi August said that her freedom was not restricted.
She even tentatively walked out of this stronghold once without being stopped by the night ranger, and that time she did not go far and returned voluntarily.
Because Zhang Lanlan told her that it was safe in the stronghold, and once she went out, she would not be within the protection of the night tour envoy.
In addition to the most lively open-air square in the stronghold, the rest are the living wing, the dining hall, and the warehouse where the prisoners are held.
The latter is unattended, and the first two are occasionally patronized by night visitors.
There are a total of six people working in the canteen, two middle-aged cooks, two young people running the hall, and two old people serving food at the counter.
The reason why Meng Tingchun is so clear is because when she came to the cafeteria, the cook in charge of cooking in the kitchen ran out to see her. She looked at her calmly but calmly, without malice and with a bit of affectionate gaze, which did not disgust her.
Later, the cook gave her a meal, claiming that she didn’t need to give money.
The surrounding night tour envoys muttered about Aunt Zhou’s eccentricity, and were glared at by the cook of the low-level spirit child realm, and the surrounding night tour envoys smiled and begged for mercy.
This scene is almost impossible to happen in Lingzhou, unless the cook is of extremely high status, or the birth mother of the night envoy.
But Meng Tingchun remembered that the Yeyou envoy called this cook Aunt Zhou, and high-ranking officials shouldn’t work in the kitchen.
That is to say, this kind of behavioral interaction has nothing to do with the identity and status of the other party.