With the xiaolongbao, bean brains and cold dishes specially made by himself, Wednesday gently knocked on the door of the old man Hendry. After getting the old man's permission, he pushed the door and went in, and saw the old man sitting cross-legged on the bed, as if he had just finished meditating.

Meditation is the basic skill of swordsmen and mages, and they all start with meditation, just like practicing internal strength on Wednesday to meditate. However, the posture seems to be no different, but in fact, when it comes to real cultivation, there is a very big difference, otherwise you would not have cultivated such three kinds of energy with very different attributes.

However, the old man asked Wednesday to see him meditating, and this change made Wednesday feel slightly relieved. The old man no longer hid his identity from the master, apparently starting to trust him, or rather not seeing him as a threat, of course, or maybe he didn't take Wednesday seriously at all.

Whatever the possibility, it was a good thing for Wednesday, because it meant that the old man's surveillance of him should be much more relaxed, or even completely no longer watching. If the old man has been hiding the identity of a master and playing mysterious, he will have to be more cautious on Wednesday, because this old man's cultivation is really unfathomable.

If the old man himself is not careless, it will be difficult to find the other party's tracking and peeping on Wednesday, so he is relieved to see the old man show his true face.

"Sir, it's time to eat breakfast, this is a Chinese-style breakfast I specially made zuò, a basket of xiaolongbao with pork and green onion stuffing and leek egg filling, plus specially made zuò tofu brain and small salad, cough cough, you better eat it while it's hot," Wednesday said cautiously.

The old man nodded on the bed, "Put it there," and suddenly his voice changed and asked, "How is that girl Joyce?"

Wednesday coughed and smiled slightly awkwardly, "It's a good girl," in fact, he knew almost zero about Joyce. I just know her name, and I don't know anything else. Of course, judging from the contact in the past two days, Joyce's heart is still good, but he is too enthusiastic.

Of course, everyone is mortal. It is also a very normal thing to have the desire of men and women, and when you meet a man and woman who you like, it is a normal thing to not be able to hold on. And Joyce obviously had a good feeling about Wednesday, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been so proactive last night. It's a pity that Wednesday himself couldn't let go at all, so he could only fool Joyce with small means.

But why did the old man ask that? Wednesday was a little confused.

"Well, that's good, treat that girl well, she's a poor person. The old man Hendry did not have the proud expression he used to have, but instead looked like a kind-hearted old-timer, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly regained his original demeanor and snorted, "Hmph, treat her well, if one day you have to leave the palace." Take her with you too. ”

When Wednesday heard this, his heart moved, could Joyce still have something to do with this white-bearded old man? Or is Joyce's identity strange? It can't be that the white-bearded old man is just a poor girl, right?

Think of these possibilities. Wednesday cautiously asked, "What do you mean by entrusting her to me?"

"Don't want to?" the old man Hendry asked sharply, glaring at him.

Wednesday hurriedly waved his hand, "Of course not, with my appearance, it is a great honor to find a good girl like Joyce." Only, can she come with me?" and asked with a salivating face, "Why do you care so much about Joyce? Is she your relative?"

"Hmph, you're all like that, naturally she won't refuse," the old man Hendry snorted. Then he remembered that this was a bit revealing of his voyeurism, and quickly changed the topic: "She is the daughter of the Marquis of Field, and she was only imprisoned here by Corey, but after such a long time, no one will pay attention to you if you take her away." ”

"Marquis Field?" asked Wednesday, puzzled.

The old man Hendry gave Wednesday a rare explanation, "The Marquis of Field is the original Chancellor of the Exchequer, because he disagreed with Corey's politics, so he was put on death row, the Marquise and her son were exiled to the border army, and her daughter, Joyce, was confined to the harem and let him serve those cooks, I saw that she was pitiful, so I took action to protect her." ”

Wednesday shrugged when he heard this, "Well, it seems that His Highness Corey is really a decisive person, but why did you entrust her to me, ahem, you are not afraid that I will bully her after I leave with her?"

Hendry snorted, "You dare!" said and waved his hand, "Anyway, you can't leave the palace for a while, just stay in peace, and I'll talk about it later, I'll just tell you in advance, so that you don't only care about yourself when you escape," he waved his hand after speaking, "Okay, let's get out." ”

Wednesday snorted secretly, this old man is too cunning, it seems to say a lot, in fact, it is the same as not saying anything, although he explained Joyce's identity clearly, but his own thoughts were not revealed at all.

On Wednesday, he said that Corey was decisive in his killing, just to test the old man's attitude towards Corey again, and then asked why he dragged Joyce to pay him, because he wanted to test the old man's attitude towards himself.

But the old man Hendry didn't show it at all, and I don't know whether he didn't want to show it, or didn't bother to show it at all, or if he was still wary of him on Wednesday. But if it's the latter, why would he pay him Joystor?

But as the old man said, I'll talk about it later. Joyce is the daughter of a sinner, and now she is a sinful person. But if he can save Chriss, Joyce will naturally be restored to her original identity, and she will still be the daughter of her marquis, and Wednesday will no longer have to worry about Joyce's affairs.

And now, just promise first, anyway, no one can say what will happen in the future, and he has no room to refuse at the moment.

After breakfast, on Wednesday, when I was idle, I began to teach a group of chefs how to cook. If it were another skill, Wednesday might be self-cherished, but Chinese cuisine, Wednesday really doesn't mind that it is widely spread on this road. Anyway, his dependence on the chef is not the cooking skill itself, but the attributes brought to him by the system.

So as long as the chefs are willing to learn, Wednesday will teach them without reservation. For a while, the atmosphere in the kitchen was extraordinarily harmonious, and the chefs, who were originally hostile to Wednesday, were embarrassed to say anything more when they saw that Wednesday was so enthusiastic and unreserved.

Only Zachary, who was beaten by him, was still hostile to Wednesday, and after the wound on his face was healed, he came back to the kitchen to take a look, and found that this place had become Wednesday's world, and Wednesday was appreciated by Corey again, although he was unwilling, but he was helpless, although he also wanted to learn to cook Chinese food, but he couldn't pull his face.

After a round in the kitchen, Zachary saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he had to go back to the dormitory and hide in disgrace.

Wednesday naturally didn't care about people like Zachary, in fact, after that fight, he never thought about Zachary again. Even when Zachary returned to the kitchen, Wednesday didn't even notice his storage and devoted himself to teaching the chefs how to use knives.

Fortunately, although these chefs are Western chefs, they are chefs after all, and some of the principles are still the same, and they can learn very quickly, and they can quickly understand the principles of various cooking techniques. It's just that the most basic knife work can't be comprehended, so you can only practice diligently.

Because I just contacted Mon Lisa last night, I didn't continue to do anything else on Wednesday, so like a standard chef, three meals a day, plus some snacks and snacks, served Corey and the old man Hendry, and served the two of them comfortably.

Needless to say, Corey has to personally deliver almost every meal to him on Wednesday, and then explain the dishes of each dish in detail, and the end is trusting. And the old man Hendry seems to have been conquered by Wednesday's handmade zuò food, not only treating Wednesday's face better, but sometimes asking Wednesday to accompany him to eat and drink together.

This little day is indeed quite comfortable, although he needs to disguise, but because the person he is disguised is not in the first place, and he is not afraid of revealing flaws in his voice and movements, so Wednesday is not worried about his disguise being recognized, anyway, he has no action now.

It's just that trying to get Joyce to sleep every night is a big problem, and Wednesday definitely can't break the vows. But if he continued to refuse, Joyce would be suspicious of him. Therefore, Wednesday gave full play to his massage and massage skills every day, and sent Joyce to Elysium with his own hands.

After a few days, there was no improvement on Wednesday, but the level of massage was improving by leaps and bounds, and every night Joyce was stimulated to die and wanted to die.

A week later, at noon, Wednesday was serving lunch to Corey, when he suddenly saw Mon Lisa, who was standing on the side, give him a hidden look, nodded without a trace, and left Corey's restaurant.

It's just that he just walked out of the restaurant, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw McCarvey stop in front of him, "How is Mr. Bryant's life lately?

Seeing McCarvey on Wednesday, his heart tightened, could it be that McCarvey noticed his eyebrows and Monlisa's eyebrows? Otherwise, why would he stop him at this time? Looking at McCarvey's attitude, it seemed to have some ridicule in it, could it be that his purpose and actions were seen through by this very scheming McCarvey?

Thinking of this, Wednesday's vigilance was raised, but there was a little courteous smile on his face, "Your Royal Highness and Mr. McCarvey take care of you, the villain is doing well, it's just that Mr. is looking for me at this time, what's the matter?" (to be continued......)