Murong Rong thought for a moment and asked, would eating fried dough sticks and soy milk be looked down upon? Then... "Steak, fried eggs, and a glass of juice, thank you."
"Yes." The maid bowed and stepped back.
Murong Rong breathed out a sigh of relief. The life of this noble family seemed... a little troublesome.
About ten minutes later, the middle-aged maid brought two young maids in. The young maids were holding exquisite tableware.
The middle-aged maid brought a plate of steak and placed it in front of Murong Rong, as well as an omelette and a glass of apple juice.
There is a fresh pink rose on the steak plate, and mint shreds are cut under the rose. It is green and red, which is very beautiful.
But Murong Rong lost her appetite after just one look.
The steak was only half-cooked, and you could still see blood streaks and red spots on it, which was really scary.
The egg white was white and very nice, but it seemed undercooked. The yolk, especially, was still raw and looked nice, like a sun, but she really had no appetite for eating.
The middle-aged maid saw it and asked, "Aren't these to Madam's taste?"
Murong Rong said quickly: "No, it fits very well. It fits very well."
Murong Rong took a sip of apple juice, and her scalp felt numb. Is this what nobles eat?
Can she change it to steamed buns or fried dough sticks?
But seeing the three maids standing there solemnly behind her, like three Arhats pressing there, the pressure was too great, and she felt timid before she even opened her mouth.
Just eat it, as long as it doesn't kill you.
Murong Rong picked up the knife, cut into five large pieces, forked a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. A fishy blood flowed in his mouth, almost making him nauseous.
After finally swallowing it, Murong Rong drank half a cup of juice to wash away the fishy smell in his mouth.
But she really didn't have the courage to eat the remaining four pieces.
I took a fork and went to pick the sun-coated eggs. As soon as I picked them up, the yolk fell apart and a piece of yellow egg liquid flowed out of the whole plate.
Murong Rong turned around, glanced at the three Arhats quietly, and once again felt the great pressure.
During lunch, Yin Zai did not come back, and Murong Rong breathed a sigh of relief.
This is a European-style villa built on the seaside, with white as the main color and surrounded by roses.
Standing on the balcony, looking at the sea, under the blue sky, the blue sea, seagulls flying freely on the sea.: