good night warlord

Chapter 675 How Many Catches 2

Gu Qingyi and Mei Zhi turned around and found that it was Melinda who was sneering, and Melinda was standing not far from them holding Alison's hand.

Seeing Allison here, the smile on Mei Zhi's face quickly faded:

"Alison, I want to keep Mo Ran at home for a few more days, okay?"

Alison walked over in a few steps, and Gu Qingyi could feel Alison's powerful coercion approaching her. She raised her vigilance and involuntarily clenched Mrs. Mei's hand.

Mei Zhi felt her nervousness, moved her figure, and stood between Gu Qingyi and Alison:

"It's my decision to want Moran to stay for a few more days. If you don't agree, don't make it difficult for her."

Alison looked at the indifferent woman in front of him, and raised his hand to pinch Mei Zhi's chin.

Alison was very tall, and Mei Zhi's height could only reach his chest. Now that his chin was pinched by him, she could only look up at him.

"Laugh again."

Allison's tone was as blunt as an order.

Mei Zhi was used to him giving orders like this, but she didn't intend to obey.

Moving her chin away from his knuckles, Mei Zhi said indifferently:

"I can't laugh."

Dangerous signals gathered in Alison's eyes.

Mei Zhi looks weak and gentle, but the stubbornness in her bones has not changed in more than 20 years.

Perhaps, her tenacity is only for him.

"I agree to your request and allow her to stay for a few more days."

Mei Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at him:

"Really?"

"If she can make you smile every day, I can keep her forever."

The ruthless and domineering words are obviously the deepest affection, but they make Gu Qingyi and Mei Zhi shudder.

"No, I don't allow you to do this. If you really do this, I won't be able to laugh for the rest of my life." Mei Zhi rejected Alison's plan without thinking.

Alison looked away and looked at Gu Qingyi:

"No matter what purpose you have today, to make her happy, I can promise you a request."

Gu Qing greeted Alison's scrutiny in a neither humble nor overbearing way:

"Mr. Allison, I don't have any purpose, and I don't need you to promise me any conditions, but I also hope that grandma can be happy."

Melinda behind Alison curled her lips and walked over with her waist twisted:

"Li Moran, think about it clearly. There are not many people who can make my grandfather agree to one condition. After passing this village, I don't regret taking the medicine.

You have worked so hard to get close to us, if you don't say your purpose now, it will be too late. "

"I really don't have any purpose, today's encounter is completely a coincidence."

Gu Qingyi was very frank, but the other party obviously didn't believe it.

In Allison's position, it is impossible to trust anyone easily.

Gu Qingyi is not afraid that he will investigate, because Alison should never be able to find out that her purpose is only Mei Zhi.

The guest room in the castle is huge, and Gu Qingyi is not used to sleeping in strange places, so she woke up early the next day. After thinking about it, she went downstairs to find the housekeeper:

"Hello, can I go to the kitchen?"

The butler said blankly:

"I'm afraid not."

"Mr. Allison said yesterday that he hoped that Mrs. May would be happy, so I am going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Mrs. May. Mrs. May should be in a much better mood after tasting the taste of her hometown."

When Gu Qingyi talked about her plan, the butler hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement, and arranged for a servant to take her to the kitchen, and ordered the others to fully cooperate with Gu Qingyi.

Compared with the kitchen in Yan's villa during the war, the kitchen in Brady Castle has everything that one expects to find.

Whether it's the freshest seafood brought in by air, or dewy mountain delicacies, there are only things that Gu Qing can't imagine, and there's nothing that the people in the kitchen can't prepare.

The ingredients are abundant, which greatly facilitates Gu Qingyi's operation.

"what are you planning to do?"

The chef asked a little unhappy.

"Pumpkin pie, vegetables and three delicacies dumplings, milk millet porridge, hot and sour cabbage, steamed red dates cake." Gu Qingyi carefully counted the breakfasts he planned to make.

These are common breakfasts that are often eaten in China, and she thinks Mrs. Mei will also like them.

Unexpectedly, the chef sneered:

"Are you going to use these to please Mrs. Mei? Come on, we cook these things almost every day, and Mrs. Mei doesn't eat them at all."

"Do you do it every day?"

"Mrs. May never sticks out her chopsticks."

someone answered.

Gu Qingyi nodded slightly, expressing her understanding.

It should be that Allison intends to win Mrs. Mei's heart, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare delicacies from Mrs. Mei's hometown every day.

"But I still plan to do this, please help me and the following."

Gu Qingyi politely placed the basin filled with flour in front of the chef. She knew how to make dumplings, but she couldn't knead noodles.

Unexpectedly, the chef pushed the washbasin: "If you want to make noodles, make it yourself, I am the chef."

"The housekeeper told you to cooperate with me fully."

"I can consider you doing other things, but if you do this, you can find someone else to help you."

"Do you think it would be thankless even if I did it?"

"Mrs. Mei doesn't know how to eat these things. You can do something else while you still have time."

"Then what if I only know how to do this?" Gu Qingyi was a little dumbfounded. Although she could indeed ask other people to help her, everyone in the kitchen followed the order of the chef. The chef is the boss here. Well, other people may not do their best to help, and if they make trouble, they will play dirty tricks to prevent her from finishing today's breakfast.

Hearing what she said, the chef curled his lips and said:

"Then you should leave my place as soon as possible. If you don't know anything, you will still be flattering, and don't look at yourself."

These words were harsh, no matter how good-tempered Gu Qingyi was, her face turned cold.

It seems that this chef has a lot of opinions about taking over his kitchen by himself:

"I know how much I weigh. Believe it or not, Mrs. Mei will definitely like the breakfast I made today."

"Impossible, you can't even meet face to face, you can't do better than me."

Gu Qingyi took the washbasin in her hands, and smiled faintly:

"I just wanted to save trouble, but it's just a face-to-face meeting. I can learn now."

As soon as the words came out, the chef smiled:

"Okay, I'll wait to see what you come up with. Also, breakfast is on time at 07:30 in the castle, so don't delay too long."

After the chef finished speaking, he folded his arms and went to the side, spending some time planning to see how Gu Qingyi learns and sells.

When Gu Qingyi began to add water and knead the noodles, the chef smiled:

"It seems that your dumplings can't be made today, but you can replace them with mushy soup."

Gu Qingyi knew that it was difficult to meet face to face, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Adding some water made it thinner, and adding some flour made it hard again, and time did not allow her to delay it for too long.

If she had known that kneading noodles was so difficult, she would have chosen other dishes.

She is also good at cooking.

At 07:30, Gu Qingyi took out a pot of dough soup with a spatula. Although she sprinkled some chopped green onion and made some decorations, the dough soup is just dough soup. No matter how beautifully you decorate it, it is still a bowl of dough.

The chef covered his stomach with a smile:

"If we bring this kind of food to the table, sir will directly admire the peanuts."