Murong Rong shivered and took a cold shower, sneezing three times in a row.
I quietly opened the door a small crack, and it was quiet outside. No one could be heard or seen.
My stomach was empty and I was already growling.
The room she was in was on the second floor. Murong Rong stood on the railing and looked down. There was a room on the east side of the downstairs. The door was open, and there were tables and chairs faintly visible inside.
The stairs were covered with thick carpets and there was no sound when they landed. Murong Rong quietly walked to the restaurant.
There are several vases of flower arrangements in the dining room and a plate of fruit on the cabinet.
"Mrs."
Murong Rong was grabbing an apple when a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Murong Rong slowly turned around, and behind her stood a maid of about forty years old. The maid was wearing white clothes and looked at the apple in Murong Rong's hand with a serious expression.
Murong Rong laughed dryly, "I, um, want to squeeze apple juice."
The maid turned her head and told the people outside: "Xiaojuan, my wife wants to drink juice. Go and squeeze a glass of apple juice right away."
Only then did Murong Rong remember that she was married to the Flame King of the Huanyan Consortium, and her identity was Ouyang Xiyu, the daughter of the Lechang Group. If she had to be confident, she must not be angry and let no one know about her.
It's a counterfeit.
Murong Rong put the apple back into the fruit plate, pulled up a chair, and sat down at the dining table solemnly.
Her stomach growled loudly, Murong Rong covered her stomach and glanced at the maid with a blushing face.
The maid still had a serious expression and didn't look away.
"Well, when will dinner be served?" Murong Rong was so hungry that she only ate two pieces of bread yesterday. Looking at the weather, it was already noon, and her stomach was already singing the song of an empty city.
The maid asked: "Does your wife want to have a meal? I wonder if she would like Chinese food, French food, or Turkish food?"
Well, actually, she would be very satisfied if I gave her a fried dough stick.
But with so many choices, you would be a fool not to eat. "Well, I want to eat French food."
"Yes! I'll ask the kitchen to do it right away. But we have to wait until the husband comes back to start the meal. Does the madam want to use other food first?":
Murong Rong nodded quickly, of course she wanted this, she was starving to death now.