When Ye Zichuan heard this, he also glanced at Meng Wei back to his senses, and said with concern: "You used to tell your master that you can only drink one cup of ice a day, and it's not good to drink more, you must have drunk it secretly behind your back in private, and drink less in the future, if you are sick, you will be sad." ”

It was just a joke, after all, the people present had already been told by Chu Jingfeng in private how good Meng Wei's craftsmanship was, they didn't believe it at first, but then they knew that the spicy red shrimp that made them want to eat two plates of appetizers every day was from Meng Wei, so they didn't dare to despise Meng Wei anymore.

It can be said that even though they knew Meng Wei's age, when they saw her for the first time today, they were still shocked, such a person, the food he cooked was better than that of an experienced chef who had been in charge for decades, how could this not make people feel amazing?

So when everyone heard Ye Zichuan's words, they also understood what Ye Zichuan meant.

If they have such a caring and lovely chef at home, they are naturally reluctant to let her get sick, otherwise where would there be those novel and delicious delicacies?

So everyone was surprised, but the round-faced girl didn't know what was going on, and today she only temporarily heard her brother and Ye Zichuan and others coming to eat, she sneaked over, and when she heard this, she looked Meng Wei up and down in some surprise, and covered her mouth with surprise with one hand in disbelief.

"Hou Ye's age, presumably Mrs. Hou Ye should also prepare a room for Hou Ye, isn't this Wei girl?"

As soon as these words came out, before anyone could speak, Meng Wei suddenly felt that the piercing gaze had changed, and couldn't help but look up, and saw that the gaze had directly turned into resentment, as if it was about to peel off her skin and cramp the deep hatred, which made her frown subconsciously.

Ye Zichuan was talking to Meng Wei just now, so he also saw Meng Wei's expression, and his heart tightened at the moment, and he frowned: "What nonsense, you are not a beast, you just appreciate Weizi's cooking skills." ”

It just so happened that Er came up with a new pair of chopsticks and brought down the original bowl containing white rice and two shrimps, and the atmosphere eased a lot.

The round-faced girl knew that she had said the wrong thing and was a little embarrassed, but no matter how she said that she was in possession, it was impossible to apologize to a maid, so she stuck out her tongue and said, "It seems that I misunderstood, but how did you come up with those delicious things, Miss Wei?" ”

She heard Chu Jingfeng say that she ate a lot of delicious food in the Huguo Hou Mansion, such as fried chicken, milk tea, juice and food made with vegetarian dishes that are more delicious than abalone, etc., which made her feel a little unbelieving, and her brother was thinking about going to the Huguo Hou Mansion for a meal one day after eating red shrimp once.

It's just a pity that Ye Zichuan vetoed it on the spot after knowing it, saying that his maid only suffered from heat stroke some time ago, and she was very delicate, if anyone wants to eat, go to the house to make her tired, what if she is tired and sick?

So her brother also complained to her in private that Master Hou wanted to eat alone, but fortunately, after knowing that Chu Jingfeng wanted to eat and was also rejected, his heart was much more balanced.

Meng Wei is a person who understands current affairs, so in this kind of public occasion, she will not let go of the opportunity to brush up on the big golden legs: "Because Hou Ye knows how to make good use of people, and knows that slaves and maids are interested in cooking, so he asks the people in the kitchen to cooperate with slaves and maids, and the ingredients in it can also be eaten. ”

"I see."

The round face did not doubt that he nodded, and then he was a little frustrated: "It's a pity that my father always makes us diligent and thrifty, this kind of experiment with ingredients, my father said that it is too late to waste, it is absolutely impossible to have such a good Hou Ye." ”

Ye Zichuan was undoubtedly pleased by Meng Wei's words, and patted the shoulders of the people around him: "Maotong, your father has been in charge of the household department for many years, and he can be said to be the richest person in Dalan, but he didn't expect his temperament to pick and search more and more, if you two want to eat well, come to Xiangyunlou to eat, this chef worships Weizi as a master." ”

Before a few people had time to marvel, Mi Lanzhi was even more angry when she saw that those people looked at Meng Weigao.

"That is, Zichuan is good to everyone, but I'm afraid that some people will have a lack of heart and want to have other thoughts, you must know that a sparrow is a sparrow, and it is impossible to become a phoenix when it flies on the branches."

When Mi Lanzhi said this, she first smiled softly at Ye Zichuan, but it was a pity that Ye Zichuan didn't look at her at all, so she couldn't help but glare at Meng Wei angrily.

Meng Wei has been living in the Protector's Mansion these days compared to a first-class maid, and there are countless amounts of good food and drink, and her behavior is naturally not as attentive as when she first came through.

Besides, she has never been a person who can swallow her anger, that is, the Protector Marquis and Mrs. Protector are kind to her, so is it difficult for this woman who has nothing to do with the Protector Marquis, what do you want to give her?

Doesn't this woman like Ye Zichuan?

Isn't Ye Zichuan bored with her?

She came to help Ye Zichuan, and also slapped the woman in the face by the way, letting him know that Ye Zichuan was not interested in women, but not interested in her.

Meng Wei pretended not to understand the meaning of her somewhat plain words, but nodded approvingly: "This girl is right, Master Hou is very good, she came in a hurry some time ago, and she also rewarded the slave maid with his own hand, and the slave maid treasure was collected, and was ready to be passed on to future generations as an heirloom in the future." ”

"Zichuan painted a picture for you?" Mi Lanzhi glanced at Ye Zichuan in disbelief, and saw that he didn't explain, but hooked the corners of his lips happily, so he knew that this was true, and suddenly felt even more uncomfortable to see Meng Wei and asked, "What painting did Zichuan give you?" It won't be Zichuan's casual painting, you can take it seriously, right? Do you know words? ”

"The slave maid was originally illiterate, but fortunately, with the careful teaching of the Hou Ye, the slave maid was able to read and write."

Ye Zichuan was extremely satisfied and showed off to a few people beside him: "Weizi is right, you see that she has been able to read for less than two months, and she knows how to teach this word carefully, which shows that the master is very knowledgeable, so that she can be exposed to it." ”

I didn't expect the main owner to climb to the top along the pole, and still stepped on her, so I couldn't help twitching the corner of my mouth and adding fire: "Hou Ye is right, Hou Ye loves painting, and he appreciated a painting for a long time last time, and the slave maid went for a long time to find out, but the woman in the painting is so beautiful, I just don't know if there is really such a person, or I painted it by imagination." ”

Wonderful!

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