"By the way, Zhixin, our young master came back from overseas today. He is a cold person and has a bad temper. You should be careful and try to avoid meeting him, you know?" Uncle Xu couldn't help but remind them that their family
The young master is an absolutely ruthless person.
"Well, okay." Zhixin nodded. Ye Xun's bad temper shocked her enough. Is there anyone with a worse temper than him? Zhixin secretly said to herself.
Depressed, why do I think of the dog emperor again?
"Okay, there is no problem with the account. Let's go and take a rest first." Uncle Xu opened the account book and said to Zhixin.
"Okay, I'll go out first." Ignoring the unhappiness in her heart, Zhixin nodded to Uncle Xu, opened the door to the study, and walked out.
Xueyu Villa is indeed very big. Although it cannot be compared with the imperial palace, it is more than enough compared with the Prime Minister's Mansion in the capital. Although I don't know what the main purpose of Xueyu Villa is, I can see the momentum of the villa and how many places there are to visit.
Zhixin, a servant who has been fighting for a long time, also understands that Snowy Villa is definitely a land of great wealth.
"It's really boring after checking the accounts." Walking to the backyard, Zhixin muttered to herself. Lu'er was arranged by Uncle Xu to go to the rice store under the name of Xueyuan Villa because the rice store under the name of Xueyu Villa did not have enough manpower and the business was too busy.
The store went to help, and now Zhixin became even more bored.
I sat down in the yard. As soon as I sat down, I saw something similar to a barbecue grill placed beside the rockery. The corners of Zhixin's mouth suddenly raised slightly.
"In this weather, it would be nice to have some barbecue." Zhixin said to herself, dragging her chin.
It was too late, but by then, she had already run to the kitchen.
Because she has a sweet mouth and is easy to get along with, everyone in the villa has a good relationship with her, so she went to the kitchen and quickly got what she wanted.
Setting up a shelf and lighting a fire are all done in one go.
"Haha, let's start grilling the chicken wings." Zhixin rubbed her hands, sat down in front of the shelf she had built, and sang the song like Stephen Chow: "I like to eat braised wings..."
As soon as I sang the first line, I was abruptly interrupted by a cold voice, "What are you doing here?"
It was this magnetic voice with a temperature that was completely below zero that made Zhixin drop the first chicken wing he had just finished roasting into the fire.