Feng Jiu was undoubtedly really smart, and Lan Yue finally understood why she kept pestering him to accompany her.
Not only do I cook with her and walk in the backyard with her, but I also eat with her.
The most important thing is that this girl still wants him to accompany her and fetch something from time to time.
Only those who have deep internal strength to a certain extent can pick up objects from afar without making it obvious that it was their own doing.
There are some ordinary servants in the backyard. Even if they have guards, their martial arts skills are only average compared to masters like them.
Even for such a person, when he saw Feng Jiu standing next to Lan Yue, grabbing something from the air, he couldn't tell whether it was Feng Jiu or Lan Yue's hand.
Of course, if someone stretched out their hand or something at this time, anyone else would think it was her taking something.
Is retrieving objects from the air something that a person who has lost all his martial arts skills can do? The answer is obviously no.
During a meal before and after dinner, Fengjiu's martial arts skills completely dispelled this rumor, and it was self-defeating.
"The dishes cooked by uncle are really ugly. Can you improve the technical content next time?"
Feng Jiuer had been complaining about the whole meal. In the end, the mute slave couldn't bear it anymore and immediately went into the dining room and brought out three dishes and one soup as quickly as possible.
Lan Yue glanced at the young man sitting across from the stone table and didn't know what to think.
She had spent the entire afternoon on her own, and now, she still disliked the food he cooked for being unpalatable.
Although it is really unpalatable, is there such a way to humiliate someone? If you want to be disgusted, you can't do it behind your back? In front of you?
What a crazy girl who doesn’t know the heights of heaven and earth!
"Don't look at me like that. I'm telling you the truth. As the head of a village, uncle, you naturally understand this truth, right? Loyalty may hurt the ears, but it can help your actions."
Feng Jiuer acted seriously and pushed the dishes Lan Yue had cooked in front of him: "If uncle doesn't believe it, try it yourself."
After that, she pulled the three dishes and one soup brought by the mute slave in front of her, and smiled at Lan Yue: "I won't compete with you, I still like the craftsmanship of the mute slave."
Lan Yue snorted coldly, seeing that she was eating with gusto, and then looking at the three dishes in front of her, she instantly lost her appetite.
Indeed, it tastes worse.
But it’s already amazing that you can cook like this for the first time, isn’t it? Is there anything to dislike?
Long Yan, who was standing by, coughed slightly and couldn't help but say a few words for his master: "Sir, this is the first time our owner has cooked. The owner is really good to you."
Is it true? He has been with the owner of the village for so many years. When has he ever seen the owner of the village appear in the dining room?
"Oh, I see Butler Long is very envious. How about you come and finish the dishes that uncle cooked?"
It was decided happily! Feng Jiuer moved the dish away from Lan Yue and pushed it aside: "Mute slave, help me get a pair of bowls and chopsticks and give them to Butler Long."
The mute slave turned and walked away.
Long Yan stared at the dishes and became anxious: "Sir, the owner of the village cooked these for you, how dare I touch them?"
"It's okay, the owner of this village has given you a reward." Lan Yue said calmly.
This expressionless look is so serious!
Of course, it is better to let Long Yan eat it than to be pestered by this girl to eat it himself.
It's not like he hasn't tasted it just now. He knows better than anyone how unpalatable it is.
Lan Yue has no requirements for food, but this does not mean that he is willing to abuse his stomach.
Feng Jiuer also smiled and stared at Long Yan: "Butler Long, do you think how kind your uncle is to you? Just finish it quickly and don't leave even a bite! Otherwise, you are dissing your uncle's bad cooking skills.
"
“How could the owner’s craftsmanship be bad?”
"Then let's eat!" The mute slave's bowls and chopsticks were delivered, and Feng Jiuer immediately sent them to Long Yan.
Lan Yue also looked at Long Yan. Although he said nothing, he clearly had the attitude that if he didn't eat, he wouldn't give him face.
Oh my god! Why did this happen to me even though I was just doing it?
Long Yan really wanted to cry at this moment. What the hell is the owner making? It's so black, can it really be eaten?
"Is there a problem?" Lan Yue frowned, and the face under the mask was as cold as an iceberg.
Feng Jiuer stabbed her waist and said angrily: "Uncle, this person dares to despise you!"
"Huh?" Dare you dislike him?
"No...no, no, of course not."
"You can just eat it. My uncle's cooking is so delicious that my uncle and I are reluctant to eat it."
Feng Jiuer glanced sideways at Lan Yue: "Uncle, do you think so?"
"Yeah." Lan Yue responded lightly. Although her face was still expressionless, her nose was clearly angry with Feng Jiu.
Long Yan really wanted to cry. The fish scales had not been removed, and the internal organs were probably still there. The vegetables were black. I didn’t know if they were burnt or if something messy was put in them.
The scrambled eggs with minced meat are actually large pieces of meat stewed with eggs. I don’t know if there is too much water or if the eggs are broken. In short, it looks like a pile of... rakes.
Before he even ate, Long Yan felt something was wrong with his stomach. What should he do if he felt like vomiting?
"Don't want to eat?"
"Um?"
"Eat!" He grabbed the chopsticks tightly and faced the pile of rakes, as if he was dead.
The entrance... well, I want to die even more.
"Uncle, try the food cooked by the mute slave. Although it's not as delicious as yours, it still tastes pretty good. Come on."
Feng Jiuer picked up a bowl of vegetables for Lan Yue and said with a smile, "Have a try."
Looking at Long Yan again, she rolled her eyes: "Although uncle's cooking is delicious, there is no need to be so moved that you cry. It's so awkward."
"Wouldn't it be awkward if you don't look at it?" Lan Yue was very conscious and didn't look at it.
"It seems that uncle usually has to cook more dishes for him to try. When he gets used to it, he won't be moved to tears every time."
"...Okay." Let's practice with Long Yan first, so as not to be disliked by this girl next time.
Practice makes perfect, if you do it a few times, you should be fine.
But...well, why are you planning on doing this?
Cooking for this girl? Does he have that much free time? Is he not being used enough?
"Uncle, go back and prepare the minced meat and scrambled eggs. I will eat them next time."
"...Okay." He was actually not free at all. He was really busy, but he agreed for some reason.
Maybe, my brain is not working well.
Feng Jiuer was in a really good mood tonight, and gave Lan Yue two more pieces of meat. She smiled and said, "You have to make Butler Long not be moved to tears when he eats your food, then you can cook it for me."
Eat."
She doesn't eat unpalatable food, even if it's her uncle, she can't abuse her body!
Lan Yue glanced sideways at Long Yan, who was still moved, and was silent for a moment before nodding: "...Okay."
There was a clang, and someone was so frightened that he dropped his chopsticks...
