Chef Yu didn't say a word, and ordered the people below to put the dishes into the food box and send them to the fifth master.

Du Ruo's body was not well, and the kitchen was stuffy in the summer, and after cooking three dishes, she felt dizzy, and she sat on the pony with her support for the wall and stared blankly outside.

She hoped that the fifth master would like the dishes she made and let her stay in the house. She really has nowhere to go now. At this time, she actually had a feeling that the world was big and there was nowhere to stay, and she desperately hoped that there would be a result soon.

After a while, the kitchen helper was holding the food box, followed by the old butler with a wrinkled face.

When the old housekeeper saw Du Ruo, it was like seeing a savior, "Miss Du, Miss Du, it's not in vain that the little old man risked the danger to save you, you are really a good person." You're so good, in the future, your monthly routine will be the same as Chef Yu. The old butler was a little incoherent, and his face was full of excitement and gratitude.

Du Ruo looked at the old housekeeper at a loss, "It's great that the little girl can help you, so can I stay in the house?" He asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes, yes. The monthly silver is the same as that of Chef Yu. The old housekeeper looked at Du Ruo inexplicably, this girl still has to be well raised, and her ears are worse than that of an old man like him.

After Du Ruo heard this, he shed two lines of tears excitedly, and said to the old housekeeper with a choked voice: "Thank you butler, I will definitely cook well." She finally has a place to stay, as long as she can serve that layman well, no longer have to be displaced, and can repay the grace of saving her life, how can she not be excited.

Chef Yu heard that Du Ruo's monthly case was the same as his own, he looked at the old housekeeper with wide eyes, and said in a rough voice, "I said that the big housekeeper, just her dishes, the monthly case of silver is the same as mine, is this too much." ”

"Why can't it, I think it's very good, do you know it, for so long, the fifth master is the first time to finish eating meals and dishes, he has already said, continue to eat that vegetarian fried loofah at night." When the old butler saw the empty plate he took out, he was about to burst into tears. It's been so hard this year.

In Zhetan Curry, Lu Wu finished lunch, and after watching the people clean up the table, he wanted to continue to meditate, but he couldn't calm down. He took a book and sat outside, his eyes looking at it, but his mind wondered why he had the same taste.

It was one time when he went late, and the porridge and side dishes on the stall were almost sold, and only a little porridge was left. When she saw him go, she couldn't bear to let him return on an empty stomach, and it happened that a farmer was passing by with a burden, so she picked two loofahs, and then used a broken bowl of slices, gently peeled them, cut them into hob blades, and fried them in vegetable oil.

That time, he was also very satisfied, although it was just porridge and vegetarian dishes, but he had not felt so satisfied for so many years. Maybe it was at that time that her shadow slowly entered his heart, maybe not.

The more I can't see it, the clearer and clearer the scenes I used to get along with. He told himself it wasn't right. He's a cultivator.

When Lu Si came in, what he saw was a stunned Lu Wu, his handsome face was full of mist. The book in his hand is held upside down. He shook his fan, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Grandmother is here." ”