Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 63

This Zhuge old demon really catches a toad and urinates, plucks the feathers of the geese, and lightens the eggs, and wants to scrape off some oil when he sees the stones... I can't complain that even the small land of Shu can beat Wei Guo into utter misery , I really know how to live.

  So Feng Yongyi said solemnly: "The Shaofu supervisor shoulders the heavy responsibility of His Majesty's daily needs. The boy is grateful for His Majesty's favor. Dare you swear to serve him 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 it would take to say those words.

   "Apart from the art of easy teeth and farming, have you really not learned anything else?"

   "No." Feng Yong shook his head firmly.

   "I can't believe it. Who is your master and what has he taught you, that he can say such words without changing his face?"

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

   "The boy thanked Madam for the compliment."

   "Am I praising you? Forget it, just think I'm praising you."

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

  Being an official, Feng Yong naturally thought about it. But as a local turtle, he knows that he has no roots here, and if he really wants to be an official, how big an official can he be? Not to mention hard work, there are always people in charge of the above, he is full? So, is it better to be happy on your own territory than to work under someone else's roof?

   This is why Feng Yong has always refused to be an official. Although Feng Traverser is an idiot, as mentioned earlier, he has his own pride anyway, doesn't he?

  However, the son of the demiplane Zhuge Lao Yao said, give me a try again, boy? Believe it or not, I will find someone to kill you?

   So Feng Tubie expressed his conviction.

  The kitchen of Feng Mansion.

  The chubby cook picked up a large piece of dough, lifted it high, and then smashed it down hard. There was a loud "bang", which startled a Liao girl who was squatting next to the fire.

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

  The weather in Sichuan is stuffy and hot, and the kitchen is burning with steam, which is even more unbearable. The Liao girl's face was black and dusty, covered with stove ashes, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or water dripping down her face, rushing out of small ditches. But instead of showing any uncomfortable expression, she moved closer to the cage, took a deep breath of white steam, and showed a satisfied smile on her face.

   "What, are you greedy again?" The cook who turned around happened to see this scene, with a sneering expression on her chubby face, "A barbarian is a barbarian, even if you smell it, you have this virtue!"

  The Liao girl heard this, but she didn't dare to speak, she shrank her body, and continued to lie down to watch the fire.

   She was lucky enough to be favored by the master, and she was arranged to work in the mansion! Don't dare to offend the people in the mansion, it's fine to be kicked out of the mansion at that time, if the family is hurt, the whole family will be driven out of Zhuangzi again, and they will have to live in such a precarious life, that is unimaginable nightmare.

The fat cook opened the uppermost drawer, took out a white steamed bun carelessly, broke it in half, blew on it, took a bite, and after chewing for a while, she muttered to herself: "It's almost ready." "Looking down, I saw the Liaoren girl under her feet staring at the steamed bun in her hand and swallowing desperately, so she reached out and handed it over, saying: "Here."

The Liaoren girl was overjoyed, she thought it was time-consuming to even stand up, so she just crawled over and was about to reach out to pick it up, but was slapped by the fat cook, and at the same time cursed: "If you see something to eat, you will die! How did I teach you? Don’t you know you have to wash your hands before eating?”

  The Liao girl was slapped, and then she realized that she ran to clean her hands.

"It's really not polite at all!" The fat cook said contemptuously, and at the same time secretly said in her heart, the master's heart is still too kind. The name is steamed bun.

  If you want to change another house, let alone let the barbarians enter the mansion to work, I am afraid that even Zhuangzi will not be allowed to enter, and no one will care if you starve to death on the road.

The Liao girl came back after washing her hands in a short while, and even washed the ashes on her face with water. Even though her rather beautiful face was covered up a lot of brilliance due to her dark skin, it was still impressive. It is very eye-catching.

   "It's a waste of such a face, it looks so dark." The fat cook didn't forget to sarcasm when handing over the steamed bun.

  The Liao girl turned a deaf ear to the fat cook's words, and took a big bite of the steamed bun, not afraid of being burned at all, as if the steamed bun just out of the cage had no temperature at all.

"Eat slowly, no one will fight with you! If you choke to death, I don't care about you!" The fat cook was not forgiving, and she was about to turn around to knead the dough when she saw a figure in the corner of her eyes, and her face changed immediately. With a secondary smile, "How did Yaomei Xiaoniang come here? Does the Lord want to eat something today?"

The Liao girl who was eating the steamed buns panicked when she heard this, she choked and opened her mouth to spit out the steamed buns, she covered her mouth with her hand in desperation, swallowed it hard, and choked. The eyeballs protrude.

With a smile on her face, Yaomei first nodded to the cook, then reached out and patted the **** the back, and said, "Don't worry, since you have entered the mansion, don't worry about not having food. The lord is a Nice guy."

  The former farmer's daughter is now the third-ranked person on the farm. Well, the first is the lord, and the second is the housekeeper. After being constantly disciplined by the housekeeper, Yaomei learned a lot of words, became more confident, and her demeanor changed a lot.

  The Liao girl glanced gratefully at Yaomei, then at herself, and lowered her head with a little inferiority.

"Isn't it? If you want to talk about this lord, you just have a very good heart. Don't talk about this mansion, it's this manor. Whoever doesn't say it, meeting such a lord is really eye-opening." The fat cook beside him Accused.

   "Master has a good heart, otherwise, how could he take in those poor people?" Yao Mei nodded in agreement, "By the way, cook, there is a distinguished guest today, so Master asked me to come back and help the kitchen."

  Yaomei is the lord's personal maid, and she is quite skillful with her hands, but the lord is famous for her tricky mouth. Usually, when the lord suddenly wants to eat something, he always asks her to notify him, and sometimes he even cooks it himself.

  The fat cook nodded again and again: "Then let the little lady Yaomei worry about it."

  (end of this chapter)