Chapter subtitle: The Gluttonous Master in the Kitchen

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"Come on!"

As the hostess, Mrs. Beatrice-Barton had already stepped out of the house and stood at the door to greet the guests. Seeing her husband's anxious look, she naturally stepped forward and asked, "George, what's going on?" ”

Before her husband could reply, another U.S. officer jumped out of the car. And the latter also held a lady with a white face, closed eyes, and clenched teeth in her arms.

Needless to say, this is, of course, the Eisenhowers.

"Oh my God, why did Mamie faint?" The two families were a good friend, and Mrs. Barton was naturally acquainted with the couple, and recognized them at a glance.

Major Patton didn't have time to explain, so he could only wave his hand and say, "Bitre (Beatrice's nickname), don't ask yet." You take Eisenhower to the guest room, and then go get the sniffing salt! ”

"And a doctor!" Mrs. Patton nodded hurriedly, "Dwight, you come with me!" ”

Major Patton sent the three of them into the house, but he remained by the carriage, turned around and asked respectfully to the carriage, "Mr. Yuan, how do you feel?" ”

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Master Yuan in the car coughed softly a few times, and said weakly, "I'm fine, it's just ......"

“HUNGRY！”

"Yes, yes, yes." Major Barton said in a loud voice, "I'll have food prepared right away." ”

"Well, thank you very much." With the support of Miss Moman, Yuan Yanqian finally staggered out of the car.

"Oops."

Seeing that he was about to kneel on the ground as soon as his feet were weak, fortunately, Driver Kang, who came next to him, quickly supported his employer.

Under the leadership of Mr. Major, the stenographer and the driver master walked to the kitchen with "Yuan Mantang" in their arms......

In these days, smelling salt is one of the common medicines of Westerners, and the main reason is that women wearing corsets will faint at every turn, so they have to prepare this thing just in case.

"Ahh Mrs. Eisenhower sneezed when she smelled the salt, and woke up slowly, muttering "Age......

"Ekie!" Something suddenly occurred to her, and she raised her hand to look at the bib she had clutched even when she was unconscious, and a smile of relief appeared on her face.

Mrs. Barton, who was in front of the bed, saw that her best friend had woken up, and immediately asked, "How are you feeling, Mamie?" ”

"Bitsu, is that you?" Mrs. Eisenhower blinked, not yet understanding where she was. But at this time, she only cares about one thing, one thing about her life.

She grabbed Mrs. Patton's hand and asked, "Bicui, where is Mr. Yuan?" ”

"Mr. Yuan? You say that Chinese......" said Mrs. Patton, a little puzzled, "he seems to have gone to the kitchen." ”

"I'm going to see him!"

Mrs. Eisenhower jumped up from her bed, and before Mrs. Barton could come to her senses, she could not put on her shoes and rushed out the door.

Mrs. Patton couldn't help but cry out, "Dwight, stop her!" ”

Major Dwight D. Eisenhower, who had been smoking since just now, hurriedly snuffed out the cigarette butt and grabbed his wife. But he did not help Mrs. Eisenhower to bed.

The couple looked at each other tacitly and walked out of the guest room with each other.

"What are you ......" Mrs. Barton, confused, still did not understand what was happening, so she stamped her heel and went up.

The three of them arrived in the kitchen and were stunned by what they saw.

The large kitchen was now full of people, not only the cooks and helpers who had been working in it, but also Major Patton's orderlies and the male and female servants who had arrived on the news.

They stood on tiptoe and looked inside curiously, while still talking enthusiastically.

"Who is the Chinese who eats?"

"It seems to be called Neo-Yuan."

"Hey, Neo-Yuan, you don't know each other? It's the great writer who drank down the British lieutenant colonel a few days ago. ”

"It turned out to be him. I knew he had a lot of wine, but I didn't expect him to eat really, really, really...... How much did you say he ate? ”

"Lunch for at least one platoon. And looking at him like that, it is estimated that one person can eat three meals in one row! ”

The three newcomers naturally couldn't understand what they were saying, only that they couldn't squeeze into the kitchen full of people.

Mrs. Barton coughed heavily and said loudly, "What are you all doing?" Don't have anything to do but stay in the kitchen? ”

"Madame is here......"

Beatrice is also a daughter from a wealthy family, so she is naturally a well-made family. When everyone saw her so angry, they had to give up this look...... Well, the opportunity of the Oriental View was scattered in a hurry.

It was only when the crowd dispersed that the Eisenhowers and Mrs. Barton could see what was happening in the kitchen.

I saw several chefs specially invited for the Easter party, some frying steaks, some grilling lamb chops, some mixing salads, and some cooking pasta. And so many busy cooks just to serve one person!

What surprised the three of them the most was that the male owner of this villa, Major Barton, actually wore an apron as a waiter to pass the food!

And the object of these people's service is our Master Yuan.

I saw him sitting in front of the cooking table, with the most elegant posture, with the fastest speed, with the most calm expression, and with the most bold attitude...... Eat and drink from the sea.

"This is ......" Mrs. Patton was completely confused, how could even her husband, who usually paid the most attention to military demeanor, become the waiter of this Chinese?

But the Eisenhows were not surprised at all, because they had already seen the magic of the Chinese.

"Mrs. Eisenhower, are you feeling better?" When Yuan Yanqian saw them coming in, he hurriedly took a sip of red wine and washed the food in his mouth, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, stood up and said hello in a gentlemanly manner.

Mamie didn't reply, but raised the bib in her hand, stared at him with straight eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Yuan, what do you mean......"

She couldn't help but scream, "What the hell is Iggie trying to say?" ”

Because it is painted by a "baby spirit", the brushwork of this pattern is also very abstract. Still, it could be seen that he was drawing a man and a woman sitting side by side, each with an extra hand above their heads, and these two hands grasped the feet of a winged cherub.

The little angel opened his mouth wide and a few tears still hung on his face, as if he was saying something.

Our Master Yuan looked at the portrait on his bib and sighed, "Mrs. Eisenhower, you actually already understand what your son wants to say. Isn't it? ”

"I, I, I ......" Mamie, who actually really realized something, muttered, and a tear fell out of her eye socket and smashed to the ground.

“BO…… Mr. Yuan, what does this pattern mean? Miss Morman on the side really didn't understand, so she asked cautiously.

"HEY......" YUAN YANQIAN SIGHED AGAIN, LOOKED AROUND AT EVERYONE, AND SAID IN A DEEP VOICE: "LET ME GO!" ”

He gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, Lao Tzu is really a good person who doesn't forget to do good deeds when he is a god!