Chapter 63:

Chapter 63

This old demon Zhuge really grabs a toad and soaks it in urine. He plucks the feathers of geese and passes a few eggs with his hands. When he sees a stone, he wants to scrape off some oil... I can't blame a small Shu land for causing Wei Guo misery. , really knows how to live a good life.

So Feng Yongyi said sternly: "The Young Master is responsible for your Majesty's daily needs. I have received your Majesty's favor. How dare I refuse to serve you to the death?"

Huang Yueying was stunned on the spot. Looking at that delicate and slightly immature face, she really couldn't imagine how thick-skinned she needed to say this.

“Apart from the art of Yi Ya and the art of farming, have you really learned nothing else?”

“No.” Feng Yong shook his head firmly.

"I can't believe it. Who is your master and what did he teach you? You can actually say such things without changing his face."

Is this a compliment to me? Just take it as a compliment.

“The boy thanked the madam for the compliment.”

"Am I praising you? Forget it, just think that I am praising you."

Alang, you always dislike this **** boy. I think I finally know why.

Feng Yong has naturally thought about becoming an official. But as a country bumpkin, he knew very well that he had no foundation here. If he really wanted to become an official, how big of an official could he be? Not to mention the hard work, there are still people from above who are always looking after him. How can he be full enough? So, being happy on one's own turf is not better than working under someone else's roof?

This is why Feng Yong has always refused to be an official. Although Feng Chuanzhe is a country boy, as mentioned above, he has his own pride after all, doesn't he: Liu Da'er has to visit the thatched cottage three times. I can be considered a prophet after all. How can his worth be so low?

However, Zhuge Laoyao, the son of the demiplane, said, "You kid, try jumping for me again?" Believe it or not, I'm looking for someone to kill you?

So Feng Tibi was convinced.

The kitchen of Feng Mansion.

The fat cook picked up a large piece of dough, raised it high, and then smashed it down hard. There was a loud "bang" sound, which startled a girl squatting next to her who was making a fire.

The girl looked at the fat cook timidly, then quietly moved to the side, then carefully lay down again, looked at the fire in the stove, and found that the fire was a little smaller, so she quickly stuffed some food into it. firewood. Then I looked up at the bamboo basket on the stove. White steam was rising, and the unique aroma of steamed buns permeated the entire kitchen.

The weather in Shu is stuffy and hot. There is a fire burning in the kitchen and the steam is steaming, making it even more unbearable. The girl's face was black and gray, covered with stove ash. It was hard to tell whether it was beads of sweat or drops of water running down her face, forming small ditches. But not only did she not show any discomfort, she even came closer to the cage, took a deep breath of white steam, and showed a satisfied smile on her face.

After hearing this, the Liao girl did not dare to speak. She shrank back and continued to lie down to watch the stove fire.

She was lucky enough to be noticed by her master and was assigned to work in the house! But I don’t dare to offend the people in the mansion. I’ll be fine if I have to be kicked out of the mansion. But if I implicate my family, and the whole family is kicked out of Zhuangzi, and they have to live such a precarious life, that’s unimaginable. Nightmare.

The fat cook opened the top drawer, took out a white steamed bun, broke it in half, blew on it, took a bite, and after chewing for a while, she muttered to herself: "It's not even close to being cooked." ." He lowered his head and saw the girl under her feet staring at the steamed bun in her hand and swallowing hard. Then she reached out and handed it over and said: "Here."

The girl was so happy that even standing up was too time-consuming. She immediately crawled over and reached out to take it, but the fat cook slapped her in the face and yelled at the same time: "I will die if I see food! On weekdays, What did I teach you? Don’t you know you need to wash your hands before eating?"

The Liaoren girl was slapped, and then she realized what she was doing and crawled to the ground to clean her hands.

"You really don't have any etiquette!" the fat cook said disdainfully, and at the same time secretly said in her heart, the owner was too kind-hearted. Not only did he take them in, he even refused to call them "mantou" when they were eating. The name is steamed buns.

If I had to change to another house, let alone let the barbarians enter the house to work, I would be afraid that even Zhuangzi would not be allowed to enter, and he would starve to death on the road without anyone caring about him.

The Liaoren girl came back after a while after washing her hands, and even washed away the ash on her face with water. Even though her skin was too dark, her rather beautiful face was covered up a lot of brilliance, but it still made people feel I find it very eye-catching.

“It’s such a waste of time to have such a dark face.” The fat cook didn’t forget to make a sarcastic comment as she handed over the steamed buns.

The girl turned a deaf ear to the fat cook's words. She took the steamed bun and took a big bite, without fear of being burned, as if the steamed bun had just come out of the basket and had no temperature at all.

"Eat slowly, no one will fight with you! I won't care if you choke to death!" The fat cook was unforgiving. Just as she was about to turn around and knead the dough, she suddenly saw a figure from the corner of her eye, and her face immediately changed. With a smile, "Why are you here, little sister? Does the master want to eat something today?"

When the girl who was eating steamed buns heard this, she panicked and choked. She opened her mouth and was about to spit out the steamed buns. In desperation, she covered her mouth with her hand and swallowed it, suffocating. His eyes bulged out.

With a smile on her face, Yaomei first nodded to the cook, then reached out and patted the **** the back, saying: "Don't be anxious, don't worry about having nothing to eat since you have entered the house. The Lord is a There are good people.”

The former village girl is now the third-ranked person in the village. Well, the first is the master, and the second is the steward. After being constantly disciplined by the housekeeper, Yaomei learned a lot of words, became much more confident, and her demeanor changed a lot.

The Liao girl looked at Yaomei gratefully, then looked at herself, and lowered her head with some humiliation.

"Isn't that right? This lord is so kind-hearted. Not to mention the mansion, but also the village. It's really an eye-opener for me to meet such a lord." The fat cook on the side said Chatted.

"The master is naturally kind-hearted, otherwise why would he be kind enough to take in those poor people?" Yaomei nodded and agreed, "By the way, cook, there are distinguished guests coming today, so the master asked me to come back and help the kitchen."

Yaomei is the master's personal maid, and she is also quite skillful with her hands. The master is famous for his sharp tongue. Usually, when the master suddenly wanted to eat something, he would let her notify him, and sometimes he would even cook it himself.

The fat cook nodded repeatedly: "Then let Miss Yaomei worry about it."

(End of this chapter)

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