Chapter 5: He's made something of himself; he's dangling a carrot in front of the boss.
That sound...
The pupils of the cloud trembled in an earthquake.
This damn, familiar, and pretentious inner monologue!
It's Fu Xiaoting!
Before she could react, the shadowy figure moved.
With an agility completely disproportionate to his size, he turned around, darted to the window, opened it, and gracefully flipped out, disappearing into the night.
The whole process took less than three seconds.
Yun Yang stood there dumbfounded.
My mind is a little foggy.
That voice just now definitely sounded like Fu Xiaoting.
But that skill...
Can a cripple really fly?
Or is it just that I'm so hungry that I'm hallucinating?
She rubbed her ears and walked to the stove with a lot of doubt in her eyes.
Forget it, whatever.
In the frying pan on the stove, lay a dark, unrecognizable, flatbread-like object, emitting wisps of smoke.
In a bowl next to it, there was some mixed batter, sprinkled with green scallions.
It seems that the person just now was making scallion pancakes.
However, his cooking skills are really nothing to write home about.
Yunyang picked up the spatula and poked the piece of charcoal. It was rock hard; it could be used as a weapon.
She looked at the remaining batter in the bowl and rubbed her rumbling stomach.
Skillfully turn on the heat, pour oil into the pan, scoop in a spoonful of batter, and spread it out with a spatula.
Soon, the batter solidified rapidly under the high oil temperature, making a sizzling sound.
The aroma of scallions mixed with the wheat scent of flour filled the air, a hundred times better than the burnt smell from before.
Once the edges of the pancake curled up slightly and turned golden brown, Yun Yang flicked her wrist and flipped the pancake over with a beautiful toss.
Continue frying for a few dozen seconds, and a crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant scallion pancake is ready.
She had just put the pancake on a plate and was about to make another one.
"Snap!"
The kitchen light was turned on without warning.
The blinding white light instantly illuminated the entire space, as well as the gloomy face at the doorway that looked like it could drip water.
Giulio's blue eyes, like two ice blades, stared intently at her, as filled with murderous intent as the muzzle of the gun in his hand.
Yun Yang was so frightened that her soul almost left her body, and her hand trembled.
"Clang!"
The scallion pancake on the plate fell straight to the ground.
Almost at the same time, a heartbreaking scream echoed in her mind once again.
【Aaaaaah! My pancake!!!】
Yun Yang secretly glanced out the window, but couldn't see a single person.
"What are you doing?" Gukiro's voice sounded like it had been pulled out of an ice cellar.
Yunyang's mind went completely blank.
Caught red-handed by the evil spirit while stealing food, will she become the first employee of Xiaoyuan to be drowned in the river for making pancakes?
Although... but, is the Fu family really unable to survive?
The servants are going to die just from eating a pancake.
I'm hungry.
She tilted her head slightly, looking as if she was about to bravely face her death.
Everyone dies eventually; some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are for the sake of a single pancake.
A soft humming sound
Behind Giuchiro, the shadow of a wheelchair appeared.
Fu Xiaoting, expressionless, slowly emerged from behind him as he wheeled his wheelchair.
His face was even more unsightly than Juchiro's. His gaze swept across the scallion pancakes on the ground with a sinister look, then slowly rose and landed on Yun Yang's pale face.
Yun Yang: "..."
Dude, stop posing.
Quickly tell Brother Ji that you also want to eat pancakes, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Fu Xiaoting maintained his cold demeanor, but inside he was so anxious he felt like he was about to explode.
[Brother Ji, don't scare her! My pancake fell! Quickly, make her make me another one!]
【What should I do? What should I say? I'm terrible at talking!】
Fu Xiaoting slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers pointing to the scallion pancake covered in dust on the ground.
Giulio's eyes instantly became more dangerous; he thought the gentleman was expressing anger at the appearance of such inferior food in front of him.
Just as he was about to reprimand Yun Yang, he saw Fu Xiaoting's fingers twitch again, turning towards the bowl of leftover batter on the stove.
Finally, his finger pointed firmly at Yunyang.
The entire movement was filled with an undeniable air of authority.
Juchiro was stunned.
What do you mean by this, sir?
Let him get rid of this cake... then get rid of these ingredients... and finally get rid of this woman?
Yes, that must be it!
The gentleman hates it most when people waste food and break the rules!
Jujiro understood immediately, and the murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at Yun Yang intensified.
Yunyang was about to cry.
Dude, who can understand your sign language?! You might as well just draw it!
However, Fu Xiaoting's thoughts were clearly transmitted.
Hurry up, you idiot! I told you to make me another one! Just like you did before!
[Brother Ji, you're such a blockhead! Can't you see? I told her to keep doing it!]
Blessings flow like clouds, bringing happiness to the soul.
Forget about being afraid; her will to survive unleashed astonishing courage.
She suddenly looked up, stared directly at Gijiro, and said in a reckless tone, "Butler Gijiro, it's Mr. Fu who wants to eat pancakes."
Giulio frowned, clearly disbelieving: "Nonsense! Sir, you never eat late-night snacks!"
Yun Yang took a deep breath, pointed at Fu Xiaoting, and continued to make up a story, forcing herself to speak: "Old Mr. Fu just appeared in my dream."
Gukiro: "..."
Fu Xiaoting: "..."
[A dream visit? Is this woman a little crazy? But...it might work?]
Yun Yang, having given up all hope, continued fabricating a story: "Old Master Fu told me in a dream that I must make sure Mr. Fu eats scallion pancakes tonight, because the pancakes represent completeness and fulfillment, and this is related to the Fu family's fortune!"
She lowered her voice to a very low hue, pretending to be mysterious and rambling.
He's made something of himself, now he's promising his boss a lucrative deal.
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