Clifford snorted coldly in his heart, and said quietly: "Of course I don't like to eat unpalatable food, but the food safety can't be sloppy in the slightest." Do you remember the story of Count Wall being poisoned to death the year before last? So it's better for you to take care of my diet, in case our new chef is a spy? With that, he looked at Arya with a slight smile.

Hearing the word "spy", Arya's eyes rolled uneasily, then she calmed down and smiled: "Okay, my master." Arya is willing to serve you, and it looks like I'm going to be working my cooking skills from today. ”

For Alia, Clifford is still relieved for the time being, he is a spy, but he is controlled by the second prince, and without the order of the second prince, she will not dare to poison herself. As for the second prince, he is now at a critical juncture in the power struggle, and he is bent on suppressing the power of the eldest prince, and he will definitely not poison himself, a waste earl who poses no threat to him, at this juncture, and make trouble for himself for no reason, maybe he will be caught by his opponent.

"It's best if you think so, I'm looking forward to your craft." Clifford gave Arya another look at him and said with a smile.

Arya pretended to enjoy it on the surface, but her head turned seven or eight times, her eyes twitched, and she smiled: "By the way, my master." The rice at home is almost gone, so I'll go buy rice tomorrow, as well as steak, and cook a beautiful meal for you. ”

This Nizi, I really don't want to squander my money all the time, how can this allow you to succeed, Kelifu shook his head and smiled very seriously: "No, you can't buy rice." I like to eat pasta and want to buy pasta. ”

Like later Europe, the land of Hill is located in the north, and rice cultivation is very difficult, and it can only survive in the southernmost part, so the price of rice is very high, and only the nobility can enjoy it here. Clifford, of course, didn't want the female spy to take her money and go to live a life that only nobles could live. So he flatly rejected her.

A clear look of disappointment appeared on Arya's face, and she pouted, "Alright then, my master." Then I'll buy white noodles tomorrow. ”

"No, not white." Collifer shook his head very seriously and said, "The white flour is made of wheat. ”

"What's wrong with wheat?" Arya asked, staring at her wide-eyed puzzled face.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with wheat, the problem is that wheat is too expensive, in Europe at this time, it is still a food eaten by the upper class, and the peasants living at the bottom of the society generally eat barley that is half cheaper than wheat to satisfy their hunger, and you, a female spy, naturally only deserve to eat barley, and said with a smile: "Dear Arya, do you know why those noble women are so fat?" ”

"Why?" Arya's eyes widened and she asked Coolford with a curious expression, the Hill Continent in this era is also thin and beautiful, and no girl doesn't care about her appearance, Arya is no exception, and when she heard Clifford say this, she immediately wanted to find out.

"That's because they eat wheat, steak and rice," he said. ”

"What's wrong with eating these?" Arya asked with wide eyes, puzzled.

Of course, you must know that God is fair, and while giving a piece of food deliciousness, it naturally gives it disadvantages. Whether it's wheat, rice, or steak, they all contain something called fat, and after eating it, people can't digest it, and they grow on people's bodies, making people who eat them gradually gain weight. You see, the farmers who eat barley are very few fat, and that's because there is no such thing as fat in barley. "Clifford can only talk serious nonsense, anyway, people in this era are very ignorant, and they must not know that his words are full of loopholes.

Arya subconsciously touched her lower abdomen, as if this was the case, since coaxing the stupid son of the earl's family to buy her delicious and delicious, she seems to be really fat, her lower abdomen and waist are thicker, and if she continues like this, maybe she will really become that fat lady, this is absolutely not good, if she becomes like this, she will definitely be disliked by the second prince, and when the time comes, she will definitely not be able to even make a maid, maybe she will be sent to feed the pigs, this is intolerable, In the end, I could only try to resist the temptation of delicious food, and said, "Okay, let's eat barley." ”

A smug smile hung on the corner of Clifford's mouth, it seems that in addition to dealing with female spies, in addition to eating up and wiping them all and taking advantage of the last bit of cheapness, he must also be good at doing ideological work.

Clifford stretched a big slumber, hugged the piece of warm nephrite beside him, and said, "Dear Arya, go to bed early, tomorrow I will find a new servant, and you will be responsible for cleaning the house." ”

"Do you clean them all?" There was a look of horror in Arya's eyes, this is a dozen rooms, plus the yard lawn and garden.

"Of course." Collie touched her hair and smiled softly: "I am a nobleman no matter how I say it, the house must be tidy, in case there is a guest, I don't want to be laughed at." Dear Arya, I'm sure you won't let me down. After that, he vented to the beautiful body in front of him again, and then he sank into his dream.

Arya closed her eyes helplessly and fell asleep with a pained expression.

The next day, after a simple breakfast, Collie kissed Aliya goodbye and went to a nearby market town with a recruitment brochure written by himself.

His villa is on a hill in the suburbs of Vienna, there is only one way down the mountain, behind the villa is a cliff, and under the cliff flows the mother river of the Rhine Kingdom - the Rhine, the scenery is very beautiful and beautiful, no wonder the eldest prince will sigh in distress.

When he arrived in the market town, he spent a dime to hang his job advertisement in the most conspicuous place in the market town, bought some daily necessities, barley, and a knife for self-defense, and returned to his home.

When I got home, I saw that Arya was really cleaning the room with her heart, and I couldn't help but feel a little dark in my heart, so I looked like a maid, lying on the chaise longue in the yard, basking in the sun while watching the maid work.

In the evening, the people in the market town were almost dispersed, and at the westernmost end of the market town, there was a good Henry's tavern, which was deserted, and only a few tables of guests were left drinking and chatting.