Chapter 9

At the weekend, pan Lu really came here. If it wasn't for the fear that he would make her video public, she would never come to this cave again.

Frowning and disdaining, he stood outside the door of his house, desperately ringing the doorbell, as if he had a grudge against the doorbell.

He came out, stood inside the door, looked at his watch, and said without expression, "it's only 10 o'clock in 25 seconds."

As soon as she heard this, she immediately turned around and left. He quickly opened the door and yelled, "it's 10 o'clock, come in!" The imperative tone of defiance.

She stopped, but didn't turn around. After a pause, she turned around and didn't look at him, as if he was just air, no, waste gas. He came to pollute the air in the world!

She walked in like a gust of wind from his side and came to his spacious living room. She took her backpack and put it in the corner of the sofa.

While rolling up her sleeves, she went to a corner under the stairs and picked up the cleaning tools. She despised how to put the cleaning tools under the beautiful and conspicuous stairs in such a luxurious villa.

In fact, she did not know that these were originally placed in the tool room. In order to make it convenient for her to get cleaning tools, he deliberately put them under the stairs in advance.

Since last weekend, the three servants in the family have been on holiday, so when she comes, she can't see the servants. He sits on the sofa with the newspaper, and looks at the stairs from time to time.

She was relieved to see that he didn't follow her upstairs. She began to clean the innermost room like last time.

This time, in order to work well and leave here early, she kept up with the clockwork and didn't feel tired. She worked hard, one after another

When she came to his big bedroom, she stood at the door, feeling sad and almost shed tears.

The first time I was robbed by that beast in this abominable bedroom! She blinked hard, trying not to let the tears run down.

She walked in with pride. As usual, she started to clean the bathroom. In such a spacious bedroom, she took only 10 minutes to complete it with a sense of anger.

Finally, the corridor is vacuumed, all the way from the inside to the outside, and then the stairs, all the way down.

She began to clean the downstairs living room. From the corner of her eye, she saw that he was still sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. She turned her head away from him and didn't look at him when he was the air.

But she didn't know that behind her busy life, there was a pair of dark eyes behind the newspaper, glancing at the thin figure with sweat on her face and flat mouth trying to wipe the furniture from time to time.

After the first floor was cleaned, an antique clock in the living room pointed to 12 o'clock, which broke the silence and embarrassment of the living room.

She looked at the clock. It's a beautiful European hollow out standing clock, with its back against a smooth wall and facing the door of the living room. It's very beautiful to match the European furniture in the living room. It's just that it's a waste of such a good clock to match with animals.

There is also a full set of European style design in the villa, which is luxurious and unique. It seems that the taste of this beast is not generally good.

It's a pity that they are under the same roof with such a humble master. Pan Lu thinks angrily.

She put away the cleaning tools, went to the end of the sofa, picked up her backpack, and was about to put it on her back.

"You! Go and cook! " It's simple, it's cold, it's coming from the back of the newspaper.

"What?" Did she hear that right? He? And ask her to cook for him? Shameless! Does he think of himself as emperor?

Oh, my God! Isn't it said that we should only do sanitation? Finally, the whole villa had been cleaned. Now she was so tired that she wanted to go home and lie down in her comfortable bed. Now, do you want her to cook again?

"Why don't you just kill me! Cooking? over my dead body! I won't! " She took two steps and didn't mean to stop.

"If you don't cook, I'll be hungry. If I faint, I can't keep those videos." He threatened her and pretended to be self-conscious, but she heard him. He said it to her.

"You! Animals in clothes She cursed fiercely! The bag in her hand hit him, and she didn't know where it hit him. Anyway, she knew it hit him, so she didn't look and went to the kitchen.

In fact, he caught the bag that she smashed. He took a look at this delicate and small leather bag with the unique pattern of Lv. At a glance, he saw that this bag had just come into the market. Ye Ruyun pestered him to buy it for 12000 yuan not long ago.

He made a mockery: can a girl who even has to work in the summer vacation afford this kind of bag? Throw the bag to the sofa beside you, as if the bag has germs, and your eyes are full of disgust and disdain.

The kitchen is full of fresh vegetables, fish, shrimp, meat and so on.

This was bought by his servant, Zhou Ma, early in the morning. After putting down the food, Zhou Ma went back to her home. He asked the three servants to go home and have a rest at the weekend.

Pan Lu has never been in the kitchen in her own home. Once she went into the kitchen to steal food, but she was seen by Zhang ma. She thought that she would come into the kitchen to help. She pushed her out while shouting to her little ancestor, for fear that she might hurt her hand.

I didn't expect to help my enemy cook today. I really want to buy a bag of rat poison and put it in the dish so as to relieve my hatred.

"Will you be all right if you stand and eat? Do it! I'm starving to death. Do it well. Don't put condiments everywhere. Don't poison me! " God, he seems to know what Pan Lu is thinking. He really wants to plug a carrot into his vicious mouth.

Pan Lu turned her back to him, even turned her eyes and ignored him!

As she recalled the way Zhang Ma cooked, she washed vegetables and fish. The fish had been killed and the scales had been scraped. She just needed to clean it.

Then there's the meat, a piece of beef. God, she likes beef, but she can't make it!

Bite your teeth, harden your scalp, and at least cut all the dishes.

The carrot was originally cut into pieces, but she cut it into pieces.

The vase dish didn't need to be cut. Just wash the leaves one by one. As a result, it was almost chopped to pieces.

The worst is beef, which should be cut against the grain, but she cut it one by one along the grain. Is this the rhythm of making beef?

The fish is OK, although it was also cut, but at least it is a piece of fish.

Nine prawns are washed and piled aside.

After all these were put on each plate, she began to wash rice and cook. While washing, more than half of the rice flowed away.

"It's really a pig. I should have washed rice first, and then started to wash vegetables and cut vegetables. When these things are done, the rice is half cooked, and then I stir fry vegetables and cook soup. When the dishes are ready, the rice is good, and it's just time to have a meal, which greatly saves time." The cold voice preached at the kitchen door.

"What do you care? I would like to do it. You will do it! How dare you enslave me? " She closed her eyes and didn't look at him. She yelled at him!

"It's rotten wood Coldly dropped this sentence, he turned back to the sofa and continued to read his newspaper, as if cooking had nothing to do with him.

She held back her tears, bit her lip and began to pour oil and stir fry in anger.

Although she has never cooked, she has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run. She often lies at the kitchen door to watch Zhang Ma cook.

She put all kinds of condiments while frying according to the memory of mother Zhang. She knew that she couldn't put too much of each condiment. She had to taste it little by little.

The vase dishes are black and scorched, the fish soup is clear and clear, and the carrot and beef sticks are well fried. At least they are their own colors.

There are also nine sections of shrimp. She first boils the water as Zhang Ma did, and then pours the shrimp into the boiling water. The shrimp turns red. Then she quickly takes it out and puts it on a plate. Then she takes a seasoning bowl and pours some vinegar and soy sauce.

Seeing the mustard on the seasoning rack, I thought this guy would eat mustard? So I squeezed a little bit on the edge of the seasoning bowl.

Although every dish is not good-looking, but at least it is made into a meal.

Due to her slow cooking, when all the dishes were served, the meal was ready.

"The meal is ready, I'll go!" She said as she went to the sofa to get her backpack.

"Eat with me!" His tone was indistinguishable, and he wanted to laugh at her angry expression.

But in the end did not laugh out, continue to coldly say: "you do not accompany me to eat, in case I was poisoned, you run, where to find you?"

When she heard this, she kicked the sofa hard. The next second, she bent over and grinned, almost yelling pain. A trace of irony flashed across the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that she hurt her foot, he hesitated for a second and reached out to hold her. She yelled and backed away.

"You can't walk when you kick your foot. Can I take you to the dining table with such a big reaction? Who will like you like bean sprouts? " He always likes this way. The first half of the sentence is like human speech, and the second half is always choking.