This Zhuge old demon really grabbed a toad and soaked urine, the goose plucked its feathers, the egg was light and light, and I wanted to scrape off some oil when I saw the stone...... I can't complain that a small Shu land can make Wei miserable, and he will really live a good life.

So Feng Yongyi said sternly: "The young eunuch shoulders the heavy responsibility of His Majesty's daily needs, and the kid is favored by His Majesty, dare not swear to serve to the death?" ”

Huang Yueying was stunned on the spot, looking at that delicate and slightly immature face, she really couldn't think of how thick she needed to be to say this.

"You really haven't learned anything other than the art of tooth change and farming?"

"Nope." Feng Yong shook his head firmly.

"I can't believe it. Who is your master, and what has taught you, to be able to say such things without changing his face. ”

Is this a compliment to me? Just praise me.

"The boy thanked Mrs. for the compliment."

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

Alang, you always don't like this bastard boy, I think I finally know why.

Being an official, Feng Yong naturally thought about it. But as a 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 the hard work, there are still people on top all the time, he is full of food? So, isn't it better to be happy on your own turf than to work under someone else's roof?

This is why Feng Yong has always refused to be an official. Although Feng Traveler is a turtle, but as I said before, he also has his own pride, doesn't he: Liu Da'er has to look at the thatched house three times, no matter what Lao Tzu says, he can be regarded as a "prophet", how can his value be so low?

However, the son of the half-plane Zhuge Old Demon said, you kid give me another try? Believe it or not, I'm looking for someone to kill you?

So Feng Tu Turtle was convinced.

The kitchen of the Feng Mansion.

The chubby cook scooped up a large piece of dough, lifted it high, and then smashed it down fiercely, with a loud "bang", startling a wingman girl who was squatting next to the fire.

The maiden glanced at the fat cook timidly, moved her body quietly to the side, and then carefully lay down, looked at the fire in the stove, and found that the fire was smaller, and hurriedly stuffed some firewood into it. Looking up at the bamboo cage drawer on the stove, white steam is rising, and the unique aroma of steamed buns fills the entire kitchen.

The weather in Shu is stuffy and hot, and there is a fire burning in the kitchen, and the water is steaming, which is even more unbearable. The girl's face was covered with black and gray in the east and ash in the west, and she couldn't tell whether it was beads of sweat or water that kept flowing down her face, rushing out of small ditches. But instead of showing any discomfort, she leaned closer to the cage, took a deep breath of white steam, and smiled with satisfaction on her face.

"Hey! Little hooves are hungry again? The cook who turned around happened to see this scene, and a mocking expression appeared on her chubby face, "A barbarian is a barbarian, and smelling a smell is this virtue!" ”

When the wingman girl heard this, she didn't dare to speak, shrunk back, and continued to lie down to watch the stove.

She was lucky enough to be taken by the master's family and was arranged to work in the house! Don't dare to offend the people in the house, and then you will be kicked out of the house, in case it affects the family, the whole family will be driven out of Zhuangzi again, and you will have to live that kind of precarious life, that is an unimaginable nightmare.

The fat cook opened the top drawer, took out a steamed bun with white flowers with a big grin, broke it in half, blew it, took a bite, chewed it for a while, and muttered to herself: "It's almost hot." Looking down, he saw that the wingman girl under his feet was staring at the steamed bun in his hand and swallowing saliva, so he reached out and handed it over, and said, "Give." ”

The maiden was overjoyed, and it took time to even stand up, so she crawled over directly and was about to reach out to catch it, but was slapped by the fat cook, and at the same time scolded: "If you see food, you will die!" How do you teach you on weekdays? Don't you know how to clean your hands before eating? ”

The wingman girl was slapped in the face, and then she reacted, and ran to clean her hands.

"A barbarian is a barbarian!" The fat cook said disdainfully, and at the same time secretly said in her heart that the master's heart was still too kind, not only took them in, but also didn't even let this food be called a brute, and changed its name to steamed buns. If you want to change to another family, let alone let the bureaucrats enter the mansion to do things, I am afraid that even Zhuangzi will not be allowed to enter, and no one will care if he starves to death on the road.

The wingman girl came back after washing her hands in a short time, and even the ash on her face was washed with water, even if her rather beautiful face was covered up with a lot of brilliance due to her dark skin, but it still made people feel very eye-catching.

"It's a waste of such a face, and it's so dark." When the fat cook handed over the steamed buns, she didn't forget to be sarcastic.

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

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you! Choked to death, I don't care about you! The fat cook's mouth was unforgiving, and she was just about to turn around and knead the dough, when she suddenly saw a figure in the corner of her eye, and a smile immediately changed on her face, "Why did my little sister come over?" Is there something the lord wants to eat today? ”

When the wingman girl who was eating steamed buns heard this, she panicked and choked directly, and she opened her mouth to squirt out the steamed buns.

The younger sister smiled, first nodded to the cook, and then reached out and patted the back of the wingman girl, and said, "Don't worry, since you have entered the house, don't worry about not eating." The lord is a good man. ”

The former village girl is now the third person in the village, well, the first is the lord, and the second is the housekeeper. After the housekeeper's continuous training (brainwashing), the younger sister recognized a lot of words, became a lot more confident, and her demeanor changed a lot.

The wingman girl glanced at her younger sister gratefully, then at herself, and lowered her head with some inferiority.

"It's not, if you want to say that this lord is too good-hearted. Don't talk about this house, it's this village, don't say it, it's really an eye-opener to meet such a lord. The fat cook on the side accosted.

"The lord is naturally good-hearted, otherwise how could he be kind enough to take in those poor people?" The younger sister nodded in agreement and said, "By the way, the chef, there are distinguished guests here today, so the lord asked me to come back to help the kitchen." ”

The younger sister is the personal maid of the lord, and her hands are also more skillful, and the lord is well-mouthed, which is famous. Usually, when the lord suddenly wants to eat something, he always asks her to inform her, and sometimes he cooks it himself.

The fat cook nodded again and again: "Then let the little lady bother." ”