Chapter 15 Xiaoting, you've pooped, haven't you?
Giulio froze: "What did you say?"
Yun Yang raised her hand and pushed the gun that was pointing at her aside.
He stood tall and said, "Didn't you ask who sent me? It was the old lady who sent me."
Giulio snorted coldly: "Nonsense..."
"The old lady appeared to me in a dream and said that the master's leg injury has not yet healed!" Yun Yang interrupted him.
At the same time, she glared at him and approached him: "You feed the master grass every day. When will he ever get better? So let me cook meat dishes for the master to nourish his body."
Giulio raised his gun again, a contemptuous smile curving his lips: "Nonsense, sir, you are simply..."
He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
"What exactly is this, sir?" Yun Yang stared at him and pressed for an answer.
Ha, Brother Ji.
Are you about to expose yourself again?
Tell me, is Xiaoting faking her lameness?
Giulio's Adam's apple bobbed: "I'd rather kill you."
"Bang bang bang!"
The door to the room was being banged on forcefully from the outside.
"Butler Ji, is Miss Yun inside?"
A bodyguard's anxious voice came from outside the door.
Giukiro paused, his brows furrowed, and a hint of impatience flashed across his face.
"What's up?"
"The gentleman is hungry!"
The bodyguard's voice carried a hint of embarrassment.
"He said he wanted to eat stir-fried instant noodles and specifically asked Miss Yunyang to make them."
"I also said I'd make him a bowl of soup with the seasoning packet."
Yun Yang's mind went blank for a moment.
The boss's tastes are becoming more and more down-to-earth.
She pushed Gukiro's gun away again: "Did you hear that? Sir does need to replenish his strength."
The oppressive atmosphere surrounding Gukiro did not diminish in the slightest.
Someone's a good person, using instant noodles to nourish their body.
But he could not disobey his master's orders.
We must not let this traitor get away with it.
"You're lucky to be alive."
"It's about the same size."
Yun Yang turned to walk out.
I've never heard of a time traveler who dies right away.
The next second.
The familiar, cold, hard sensation returned to my lower back.
She was held at gunpoint again.
The path from the torture chamber to the kitchen.
Giulio followed behind her like a silent grim reaper, the muzzle of his gun never leaving her body.
Finally, we arrived.
As soon as Yunyang stepped into the kitchen, her foot suddenly slipped.
A round, bright red thing almost tripped her up and made her fall flat on her face.
Damn it, that unlucky persimmon! She kicked the thing away.
He hadn't even had a chance to straighten up.
"Bang!"
A deafening gunshot suddenly rang out above her head!
The bullet struck the ceiling hard, sending down a cloud of white plaster.
"Trying to pull a trick? Trying to run away?"
Gukiro's voice was colder than the Siberian cold front.
"My foot slipped!"
Yun Yang was quite frightened and turned around to yell at him.
"Get out of the way! You're delaying the master's meal. I'll see if he shoots you!"
Jukilo paused for a moment, then began to back away, stopping at the kitchen doorway like a gatekeeper.
Yunyang is right; the gentleman does not have a good temper.
But the dark muzzle of the gun was still pointed at Yun Yang from afar.
Yun Yang rolled her eyes at him and started boiling water to cook noodles.
The dough slowly unfurled in the boiling water, releasing an enticing aroma.
She sniffed hard.
It smells so good.
It would be even more perfect if you could add a sausage and a poached egg.
As long as I can win over Xiaoting's stomach.
Dealing with a mere bastard like that is a piece of cake.
Just then, I caught a glimpse of a black wheel gliding in from the corner of my eye.
Fu Xiaoting appeared silently at the kitchen door.
He seemed to be in a good mood, even pleasantly so.
That handsome face, which was always icy, now carried a faint smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
Don't pick your butt, you have viruses on your hands...
Yun Yang: "..."
Good.
The house finally felt a bit more alive.
Xiaoting, you've pooped, haven't you?
And it produced a lot.
Empty your stomach.
Fu Xiaoting's arrival instantly dissipated the icy murderous aura that had hung over the kitchen.
Jukiro immediately put away his gun and stood respectfully to the side, but his hawk-like eyes remained fixed on Yun Yang.
Yunyang finally sprinkled a layer of finely chopped green onions into the pot, turned off the heat, and served the noodles.
Then, with quick and efficient movements, she used the seasoning packet to make a bowl of the original soup.
A bowl of fragrant stir-fried instant noodles, plus a bowl of "broth," and you're all set.
Fu Xiaoting's gaze fell on the golden, glistening instant noodles in the bowl, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
He picked up his chopsticks and began to devour the food in a whirlwind.
The speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
Yun Yang watched with her heart pounding.
Brother, eat slowly!
I just finished digesting my bowels, I can't handle this much!
If this gets blocked again, Guguiro will skin me alive on the spot!
A minute later, Fu Xiaoting finished the entire bowl of instant noodles, along with the soup made from the seasoning packet.
He put down his chopsticks with a lingering sense of satisfaction and let out a contented burp.
That feels good.
Fu Xiaoting raised his eyes and looked at Yun Yang, who was standing straight to the side.
This little guy may look silly, but his cooking and massage skills are actually quite good.
The bonus hasn't been paid yet.
He instinctively reached for his pocket, but found it empty.
I just finished showering and changed into my pajamas. I don't have a wallet on me, not even a penny.
This is a bit awkward.
Fu Xiao frowned and glanced around at himself.
Yes.
He raised his hand, took off a platinum necklace from his neck, and casually tossed it to Yun Yang.
Yun Yang took it instinctively.
The necklace felt cool and heavy to the touch, and the pendant was a perfectly cut diamond that sparkled brilliantly under the light.
Is this for me?
Yun Yang stared blankly at the necklace in her hand.
Is this thing valuable?
I read online that diamonds have depreciated in value.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted to Fu Xiaoting's wrist.
His Rolex gold watch, which he wears all day long, was not there.
That one looks more valuable.
Her mind was racing with wild ideas.
"gentlemen!"
Giuchiro shouted, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.
"This is the most important keepsake your wife left you! How can you just give it to a servant!"
What is that?
Yun Yang's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the necklace.
The belongings left behind by Fu Xiaoting's mother?!
Most important?!
Good heavens! This isn't just a hot potato, it's like holding a nuclear bomb!
Fu Xiaoting was also taken aback by Jujiro's shout.
He frowned and looked at the necklace.
[Really? Damn it? Is it really him?]
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