Chapter 38: To nourish the cook?
Mr. Fu was followed by the new maid, Xiong Kexin, who was the little maid who pretended to be dead and asleep before. She was wearing a maid's uniform and followed him in a proper manner.
If she hadn't been wiping her saliva while walking, she would have been a qualified maid.
Mr. Fu walked with a solemn expression on his face, sniffing constantly, "When did this courtyard become a separate kitchen?"
Seeing that it was Xie Zaozao who brought the meal, Mr. Fu stroked his beard and looked at Xiao Lihai who was carried on Xie Zaozao's back.
"Girl, what have you done?"
"In reply to the old man, I fried some cabbage."
Xie Zaozao looked at Mr. Fu, who was about to drop his eyes into the food, and thought that Fu Yanzhi was not picky anyway, so he took the initiative to say, "If the old man wants to try it, I will give you some, okay?"
Although Xiong Kexin was also overwhelmed by the delicious taste, she still struggled: "Look at what you said, our old man has eaten all kinds of delicious food, but this little thing..."
"Okay," Mr. Fu said happily, "Then give me some. I want to try the food in Yanzhi's yard."
Xiong Kexin silently went to get the dishes and chopsticks, thinking it was over. She had just wanted to stop it, and then secretly asked Xie Zaozao for some.
But if Mr. Fu asked for it, she would definitely be gone.
The little girl looked at Xie Zaozao aggrievedly, thinking that you should at least leave some for me, I also want to try it. However, Xie Zaozao completely ignored her meaning. After picking up some dishes for Mr. Fu, he quickly put away the plates.
Mr. Fu looked at the plate in front of him and felt very unsatisfied.
"Hey, Kexin, go tell Shuyue that we're having dinner in Yanzhi's yard today."
So, when Fu Yanzhi came out to have lunch on time, he found his uncle sitting at the dining table, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Mr. Fu smiled and said, "Yanzhi..."
Fu Yanzhi: "...Let's not talk about it."
"Uh, not to talk about."
"Don't marry."
"...I didn't let you marry me either."
Fu Yanzhi didn't say anything else and sat silently opposite Mr. Fu.
Old Master Fu was very upset. Although he was very anxious for his nephew to get married and had urged him dozens of times, he didn't need to react so strongly.
So what if I get a wife?
As for being like this to yourself?
Old Master Fu just muttered to himself for a moment, but when the food was served, he immediately stopped muttering about his nephew and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
As a result, Shuyue directly placed the dish of stir-fried cabbage and meat made by Xie Zaozao in front of Fu Yanzhi.
Fu Yanzhi seemed to have completely ignored his uncle's reaction and started eating directly. Fu Yanzhi ate very politely, and his every move was still full of elegance, like a noble cat.
But it was finished so quickly that the whole dish was gone in the blink of an eye.
Mr. Fu is very depressed.
My nephew has always respected the elderly, why not today?
After returning, Mr. Fu couldn't forget the plate of cabbage. He even felt that the hidden illness he had sustained when he was catching monsters was no longer painful. Even the spiritual energy in his body showed signs of recovery, instead of the half-dead feeling in the past.
Mr. Fu was knowledgeable and experienced, and he immediately realized that he must have accidentally eaten something terrible.
The next day, he quickly returned to his nephew's yard.
Xie Zaozao was still cooking cabbage, but this cabbage was not picked from the spiritual field, but ordinary cabbage. Although it tasted good, it did not have any special effect.
After eating, Mr. Fu returned to his yard and didn't feel the same effect as yesterday, so he didn't take Xie Zaozao's meal seriously.
I took the paper and began to recall bit by bit what I had eaten yesterday, so that my spiritual energy would show signs of revival.
I got up early and played chess with Old Man Gao. We ate peach blossom pastry, osmanthus curd, honey lotus root slices, West Lake Longjing tea and half a bowl of red date porridge.
I ate the stone cake made by Xiong Kexin this morning. It was too hard and gave me a toothache.
At noon, I had stewed pork elbow and three bowls of Jinyu rice, which is rice steamed with millet. It was fragrant.
I went to Yanzhi's place to relax after dinner, but ended up eating the stir-fried cabbage and meat that Xie Zao Zao made, and then had another lunch.
I ate hawthorn cake in the afternoon to help with digestion.
Ate roast venison again in the evening——
After writing it down in bits and pieces, Mr. Fu hesitated.
After eating so much, which one is it?
And Xie Zaozao also received the first negative review from Fu Yanzhi.
Shuyue walked into the room with an embarrassed look on her face and said to Xie Zaozao, "The master said that today's dishes are not tasty and that we should make them the same as yesterday."
Xie Zaozao: “…”
It turns out that men are picky until they die.
Xie Zao Zao returned to the house and discussed with the system: "Open it again, at least let me get some raw materials out."
The system was in a dilemma: "But..."
"I clocked in for two months and got no rewards?"
"Actually, it's almost time—"
Xie went to bed early without saying a word.
The next day, when it was her turn to get up, Xie Zao Zao refused to get up and continued to sleep with her child in her arms.
As the sun rose to the sky, the system was horrified: "Host, host, what should you do if you are kicked out of the Fu family?"
Xie Zao Zao: ...
System: "What if your cultivation is taken away?"
Xie Zaozao: "It's only a matter of time. If you don't give us space, we won't be able to complete the task. It doesn't matter whether we start early or late."
System: "Please try at least."
Xie Zao Zao ignored the system and fell asleep again.
During this time, someone came over and called her name, but she ignored him and continued to play badly.
Later, his ears became quiet and Xie went back to sleep early.
She felt someone coming in a daze, and then she felt a cold touch on her wrist, as cold as jade, but still soft.
She opened her eyes slightly, and saw a stunningly beautiful face sitting in front of her bed, his finger on her pulse, and Shuyue holding a medicine box beside him.
Seeing Xie woke up early, Shuyue was very happy: "Zao Zao, are you feeling better?"
Xie Zao Zao: “?”
She is just slacking off at work, why should we check her pulse?
Seeing her confusion, Shuyue hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid. We know you're not deliberately slacking off. It must be the effects of the previous bloodletting. Your body is weak, so Mr. Fu is here to help you."
As soon as Shu Yue finished speaking, Fu Yanzhi withdrew his fingers. He stood up and looked down at Xie Zaozao. His cold eyes in white were as clear and pure as the cleanest handful of snow frozen deep in the ice and snow on the snowy mountain.
He said calmly, "Have a good rest these few days."
After saying that, he turned and walked out.
Xie Zao Zao was a little confused.
Even if a maid fell ill, not to mention that Luo Zhiyan was proficient in medicine, even Butler Liu could treat illnesses, so why would it be Fu Yanzhi's turn to treat her?
Fortunately, Shuyue was there to answer my questions and clear up my confusion: "The gentleman got up early to wait for your meal, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the meal in the big kitchen, so he came directly to your place."
When they arrived there, they found that Xie Zao Zao was pale and could not be woken up no matter how they called him, so they asked Shu Yue to bring the medicine box and take his pulse personally.
"Fortunately, you're fine. You're just weak. The doctor told you to get some rest."
Xie Zaozao was a little surprised, and even changed her opinion of Fu Yanzhi.
Would an ordinary family let a maid rest and not do any work just because she was sick?
Fu Yanzhi is indeed a leader in the Xuanmen sect, and he is so considerate to his servants.
Shuyue said a few words and turned to leave.
He listened to Fu Yanzhi's voice transmission while searching for medicine in the pharmacy. After all the herbs were ready, Fu Yanzhi suddenly said, "There is a century-old ginseng in the storeroom. Take it out to nourish her body."
Shuyue was stunned. This hundred-year-old ginseng was a rare commodity. Fu Yanzhi had said before that he would keep it for his uncle to replenish his body if he was not feeling well one day.
In the end, he gave it to a little maid?
Shuyue was a little confused. Before, there had been rumors that Fu Yanzhi was interested in Xie Zaozao, and he had scoffed at it.
To confirm, Shuyue asked, "Sir, are you sure you want the whole ginseng plant? Not just scraping the mud off the ginseng roots, or pulling out a root, or even just picking out two leaves? You mean the whole ginseng plant?"
Fu Yanzhi: "Yeah."
Shuyue was shocked. Their husband was so stingy that even if he offered Xie Zaozao a carrot, he would be scared to death. But this time he actually offered ginseng?
Their husband... likes married women? ?
Shuyue was still wondering whether she should be more respectful to Xie Zaozao in the future when she heard Fu Yanzhi say, "After drinking this, she can at least stay in the kitchen for half an hour every day."
Shuyue: ...
Well, he grew up with them and didn't even know that their husband was a foodie?
For a meal of stir-fried cabbage, the hundred-year-old ginseng is thrown away and used to nourish the chef?
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