Chapter 1139
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"You just have to take orders from the boss."
"What do you mean?"
"The boss likes people who submit to him."
"Then he will not like me for the rest of his life!"
She couldn't help but curl her mouth, which made her feel dull.
She had a mouthful without a mouthful, like chewing wax.
Clearly, the food is fragrant in front of her eyes, and the plate is also very delicate, which makes people full of appetite. But why does she not have the idea of eating at all?
She felt that these things were out of place with herself. A dining plate, a mural, and herself were like things of two worlds.
She is like Alice who suddenly breaks into another world, but she is different from Alice. She went to a very beautiful place, and she To a place like hell.
She doesn't want to be a high-ranking master. She wants to make friends with girls who are about the same age. She wants to respect older people. She wants to have a good chat with them and have a meal with them.
Even if the meal is not exquisite and rich, but everyone's laughter is enough to make up for anything.
Fu Ying's world is a lifeless cage. He feels that he is an emperor on the top.
But in her eyes, he was very poor.
Even if he gave his servant the contract of life and death, he was only afraid of him, not loyal to him.
This is hegemonism. If one day he is down, there will be countless people who want to step on him, because he has no friends and no one will help him at the critical time.
She put down her knife and fork in silence. Yue Qi noticed and asked, "is western food not to your taste? What kind of cuisine do you like? There are cooks from all eight cuisines. "
"May I borrow the kitchen?"
"Of course, but Miss Zhou has a high status and can't cook."
"My parents are just one teacher. The house is not big and just good. A family of four lives. They still depend on the provident fund to buy it. I'm not respectable. I clean up at home. I come here. I'm still Zhou Ting. I haven't changed anything because of Fu Ying. I don't want to stick any of his labels. Since the people here obey my orders, including you, please step down. "
"But..."
"No, but you should submit to orders. Now I mean orders."
"Well All right
Yueqi had no choice but to retreat to the dark place, not far away.
Zhou Ting came to the kitchen, skillfully tied on the apron, found that the kitchen is very large, there are all kinds of ingredients.
All kinds of kitchenware. It's strange.
She found the flour and planned to make dumplings.
She can't get used to the food here, so she can't be used to Fu Ying.
She rolled out the dough and dumpling stuffing in silence, and the time passed unconsciously.
Fu Ying came back a little tired. It was already two o'clock in the morning.
And the living room is still on the light, the food on the table has cooled, and not moved much.
Just then, Yue Qi came out and said respectfully, "boss."
"What's going on?"
"Miss Zhou stopped after a few mouthfuls. Now she's still in the kitchen, as if she's cooking. Shall I go in and shout out the people? "
"No, get out of here."
He said faintly, and then walked towards the kitchen.
He changed his slippers, so he didn't make much noise.
The little man in the kitchen is making the last few. The hot water on the stove is boiling, and dumplings can be served.
When she took the lid, she was anxious and lay down her fingers.
"Hiss..."
She cried out in pain, and Fu Ying immediately rushed to her, protecting her in his arms and holding her hand.
"Just call a servant. Why do you do it yourself?"
"Are you back?"
When she saw him coming back, she had a look of joy on her face. For a moment, she forgot that her fingers were red.
"Are you hungry? Do you want a snack? I've just made a lot of dumplings. Would you like to have a try? Celery meat
"It's so late. It's time for you to go to bed." He said helplessly.
"I've been sleeping for a long time. I'm afraid I won't wake up. When I'm awake now, I'll find more existence value."
“……” Fu Ying hears speech to frown fiercely, he doesn't like her to say so disheartened words.
He will save her. He will.
"How many do you have?"
She asked seriously.
He pursed his lips and said nothing.
She said, "I'll eat ten. You're a man. I'll give you 15."! I make small dumplings. Besides, dumplings are not enough. "
She said to herself, helping him make the decision.
She is very serious in front of the counter to work, the heat is dense covering her soft face, the whole person is foggy.
Her face was stained with flour, and she didn't know it. She was like a big cat.She had lost a lot of weight, and in other people's aprons, she looked wide and wide, and she did not fit well.
With such a narrow and thin waist, he couldn't help stepping forward and taking her into his arms from behind.
Chin placed in the depth of her shoulder socket, greedily breathing the faint fragrance on her body.
She felt his approach, her arms were warm and her body was tight.
And he, as if from a fierce beast into a docile lion, retracted his claws.
He is tired
She felt it clearly.
She had a lot of words to tell him, such as she did not like here, did not like those people to serve themselves, uncomfortable. He does not like such a world without human rights, and he will not obey his orders.
She is herself, an independent individual, not dominated by anyone, even her parents need to respect her personal will.
Why did he come here to become his belongings and listen to his arrangement?
But
Words to the mouth, but all swallow down, did not spit out a word.
"Just a moment. It'll be ready soon."
"Good."
This time, he did not refuse.
Soon, two steaming hot dumplings out of the pot, she was satisfied to smell the next aroma, said: "it must be delicious, more than those western food appetite."
They came to the table, and the rest had already been removed.
She gave him a vinegar dish and began to eat it herself.
She's been cooing for a long time.
"I packed a lot for breakfast. Every winter, my father loves my mother. It's too cold for my mother to cook in the morning, so my family makes lots of dumplings with many flavors. Get up in the morning, boil a pot of water, and then dumplings, everyone can eat hot, my mother does not have to work hard! "
"I've packed up your fridge. It's enough for you to eat."
"Good."
He responded with a word.
Dumplings are very delicious, very hot, all of a sudden warm into the bottom of my heart.
He has just come back from outside. It's snowing and freezing outside.
When she came back, the room was bright, and she cooked herself a bowl of steaming dumplings in the kitchen.
It seems that Where has changed, it seems nothing has changed.
"In the future, will you continue to accompany me to eat dumplings?"
He asked, looking up.
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"You just have to take orders from the boss."
"What do you mean?"
"The boss likes people who submit to him."
"Then he will not like me for the rest of his life!"
She couldn't help but curl her mouth, which made her feel dull.
She had a mouthful without a mouthful, like chewing wax.
Clearly, the food is fragrant in front of her eyes, and the plate is also very delicate, which makes people full of appetite. But why does she not have the idea of eating at all?
She felt that these things were out of place with herself. A dining plate, a mural, and herself were like things of two worlds.
She is like Alice who suddenly breaks into another world, but she is different from Alice. She went to a very beautiful place, and she To a place like hell.
She doesn't want to be a high-ranking master. She wants to make friends with girls who are about the same age. She wants to respect older people. She wants to have a good chat with them and have a meal with them.
Even if the meal is not exquisite and rich, but everyone's laughter is enough to make up for anything.
Fu Ying's world is a lifeless cage. He feels that he is an emperor on the top.
But in her eyes, he was very poor.
Even if he gave his servant the contract of life and death, he was only afraid of him, not loyal to him.
This is hegemonism. If one day he is down, there will be countless people who want to step on him, because he has no friends and no one will help him at the critical time.
She put down her knife and fork in silence. Yue Qi noticed and asked, "is western food not to your taste? What kind of cuisine do you like? There are cooks from all eight cuisines. "
"May I borrow the kitchen?"
"Of course, but Miss Zhou has a high status and can't cook."
"My parents are just one teacher. The house is not big and just good. A family of four lives. They still depend on the provident fund to buy it. I'm not respectable. I clean up at home. I come here. I'm still Zhou Ting. I haven't changed anything because of Fu Ying. I don't want to stick any of his labels. Since the people here obey my orders, including you, please step down. "
"But..."
"No, but you should submit to orders. Now I mean orders."
"Well All right
Yueqi had no choice but to retreat to the dark place, not far away.
Zhou Ting came to the kitchen, skillfully tied on the apron, found that the kitchen is very large, there are all kinds of ingredients.
All kinds of kitchenware. It's strange.
She found the flour and planned to make dumplings.
She can't get used to the food here, so she can't be used to Fu Ying.
She rolled out the dough and dumpling stuffing in silence, and the time passed unconsciously.
Fu Ying came back a little tired. It was already two o'clock in the morning.
And the living room is still on the light, the food on the table has cooled, and not moved much.
Just then, Yue Qi came out and said respectfully, "boss."
"What's going on?"
"Miss Zhou stopped after a few mouthfuls. Now she's still in the kitchen, as if she's cooking. Shall I go in and shout out the people? "
"No, get out of here."
He said faintly, and then walked towards the kitchen.
He changed his slippers, so he didn't make much noise.
The little man in the kitchen is making the last few. The hot water on the stove is boiling, and dumplings can be served.
When she took the lid, she was anxious and lay down her fingers.
"Hiss..."
She cried out in pain, and Fu Ying immediately rushed to her, protecting her in his arms and holding her hand.
"Just call a servant. Why do you do it yourself?"
"Are you back?"
When she saw him coming back, she had a look of joy on her face. For a moment, she forgot that her fingers were red.
"Are you hungry? Do you want a snack? I've just made a lot of dumplings. Would you like to have a try? Celery meat
"It's so late. It's time for you to go to bed." He said helplessly.
"I've been sleeping for a long time. I'm afraid I won't wake up. When I'm awake now, I'll find more existence value."
“……” Fu Ying hears speech to frown fiercely, he doesn't like her to say so disheartened words.
He will save her. He will.
"How many do you have?"
She asked seriously.
He pursed his lips and said nothing.
She said, "I'll eat ten. You're a man. I'll give you 15."! I make small dumplings. Besides, dumplings are not enough. "
She said to herself, helping him make the decision.
She is very serious in front of the counter to work, the heat is dense covering her soft face, the whole person is foggy.
Her face was stained with flour, and she didn't know it. She was like a big cat.She had lost a lot of weight, and in other people's aprons, she looked wide and wide, and she did not fit well.
With such a narrow and thin waist, he couldn't help stepping forward and taking her into his arms from behind.
Chin placed in the depth of her shoulder socket, greedily breathing the faint fragrance on her body.
She felt his approach, her arms were warm and her body was tight.
And he, as if from a fierce beast into a docile lion, retracted his claws.
He is tired
She felt it clearly.
She had a lot of words to tell him, such as she did not like here, did not like those people to serve themselves, uncomfortable. He does not like such a world without human rights, and he will not obey his orders.
She is herself, an independent individual, not dominated by anyone, even her parents need to respect her personal will.
Why did he come here to become his belongings and listen to his arrangement?
But
Words to the mouth, but all swallow down, did not spit out a word.
"Just a moment. It'll be ready soon."
"Good."
This time, he did not refuse.
Soon, two steaming hot dumplings out of the pot, she was satisfied to smell the next aroma, said: "it must be delicious, more than those western food appetite."
They came to the table, and the rest had already been removed.
She gave him a vinegar dish and began to eat it herself.
She's been cooing for a long time.
"I packed a lot for breakfast. Every winter, my father loves my mother. It's too cold for my mother to cook in the morning, so my family makes lots of dumplings with many flavors. Get up in the morning, boil a pot of water, and then dumplings, everyone can eat hot, my mother does not have to work hard! "
"I've packed up your fridge. It's enough for you to eat."
"Good."
He responded with a word.
Dumplings are very delicious, very hot, all of a sudden warm into the bottom of my heart.
He has just come back from outside. It's snowing and freezing outside.
When she came back, the room was bright, and she cooked herself a bowl of steaming dumplings in the kitchen.
It seems that Where has changed, it seems nothing has changed.
"In the future, will you continue to accompany me to eat dumplings?"
He asked, looking up.
"You just have to take orders from the boss." "What do you mean?" "The boss likes people who submit to him." "Then he will not like me for the rest of his life!" She couldn't help but curl her mouth, which made her feel dull. She had a mouthful without a mouthful, like chewing wax. Clearly, the food is fragrant in front of her eyes, and the plate is also very delicate, which makes people full of appetite. But why does she not have the idea of eating at all? She felt that these things were out of place with herself. A dining plate, a mural, and herself were like things of two worlds. She is like Alice who suddenly breaks into another world, but she is different from Alice. She went to a very beautiful place, and she To a place like hell. She doesn't want to be a high-ranking master. She wants to make friends with girls who are about the same age. She wants to respect older people. She wants to have a good chat with them and have a meal with them. Even if the meal is not exquisite and rich, but everyone's laughter is enough to make up for anything. Fu Ying's world is a lifeless cage. He feels that he is an emperor on the top. But in her eyes, he was very poor. Even if he gave his servant the contract of life and death, he was only afraid of him, not loyal to him. This is hegemonism. If one day he is down, there will be countless people who want to step on him, because he has no friends and no one will help him at the critical time. She put down her knife and fork in silence. Yue Qi noticed and asked, "is western food not to your taste? What kind of cuisine do you like? There are cooks from all eight cuisines. " "May I borrow the kitchen?" "Of course, but Miss Zhou has a high status and can't cook." "My parents are just one teacher. The house is not big and just good. A family of four lives. They still depend on the provident fund to buy it. I'm not respectable. I clean up at home. I come here. I'm still Zhou Ting. I haven't changed anything because of Fu Ying. I don't want to stick any of his labels. Since the people here obey my orders, including you, please step down. " "But..." "No, but you should submit to orders. Now I mean orders." "Well All right Yueqi had no choice but to retreat to the dark place, not far away. Zhou Ting came to the kitchen, skillfully tied on the apron, found that the kitchen is very large, there are all kinds of ingredients. All kinds of kitchenware. It's strange. She found the flour and planned to make dumplings. She can't get used to the food here, so she can't be used to Fu Ying. She rolled out the dough and dumpling stuffing in silence, and the time passed unconsciously. Fu Ying came back a little tired. It was already two o'clock in the morning. And the living room is still on the light, the food on the table has cooled, and not moved much. Just then, Yue Qi came out and said respectfully, "boss." "What's going on?" "Miss Zhou stopped after a few mouthfuls. Now she's still in the kitchen, as if she's cooking. Shall I go in and shout out the people? " "No, get out of here." He said faintly, and then walked towards the kitchen. He changed his slippers, so he didn't make much noise. The little man in the kitchen is making the last few. The hot water on the stove is boiling, and dumplings can be served. When she took the lid, she was anxious and lay down her fingers. "Hiss..." She cried out in pain, and Fu Ying immediately rushed to her, protecting her in his arms and holding her hand. "Just call a servant. Why do you do it yourself?" "Are you back?" When she saw him coming back, she had a look of joy on her face. For a moment, she forgot that her fingers were red. "Are you hungry? Do you want a snack? I've just made a lot of dumplings. Would you like to have a try? Celery meat "It's so late. It's time for you to go to bed." He said helplessly. "I've been sleeping for a long time. I'm afraid I won't wake up. When I'm awake now, I'll find more existence value." Fu Ying hears speech to frown fiercely, he doesn't like her to say so disheartened words. He will save her. He will. "How many do you have?" She asked seriously. He pursed his lips and said nothing. She said, "I'll eat ten. You're a man. I'll give you 15."! I make small dumplings. Besides, dumplings are not enough. " She said to herself, helping him make the decision. She is very serious in front of the counter to work, the heat is dense covering her soft face, the whole person is foggy. Her face was stained with flour, and she didn't know it. She was like a big cat.She had lost a lot of weight, and in other people's aprons, she looked wide and wide, and she did not fit well. With such a narrow and thin waist, he couldn't help stepping forward and taking her into his arms from behind. Chin placed in the depth of her shoulder socket, greedily breathing the faint fragrance on her body. She felt his approach, her arms were warm and her body was tight. And he, as if from a fierce beast into a docile lion, retracted his claws. He is tired She felt it clearly. She had a lot of words to tell him, such as she did not like here, did not like those people to serve themselves, uncomfortable. He does not like such a world without human rights, and he will not obey his orders. She is herself, an independent individual, not dominated by anyone, even her parents need to respect her personal will. Why did he come here to become his belongings and listen to his arrangement? But Words to the mouth, but all swallow down, did not spit out a word. "Just a moment. It'll be ready soon." "Good." This time, he did not refuse. Soon, two steaming hot dumplings out of the pot, she was satisfied to smell the next aroma, said: "it must be delicious, more than those western food appetite." They came to the table, and the rest had already been removed. She gave him a vinegar dish and began to eat it herself. She's been cooing for a long time. "I packed a lot for breakfast. Every winter, my father loves my mother. It's too cold for my mother to cook in the morning, so my family makes lots of dumplings with many flavors. Get up in the morning, boil a pot of water, and then dumplings, everyone can eat hot, my mother does not have to work hard! " "I've packed up your fridge. It's enough for you to eat." "Good." He responded with a word. Dumplings are very delicious, very hot, all of a sudden warm into the bottom of my heart. He has just come back from outside. It's snowing and freezing outside. When she came back, the room was bright, and she cooked herself a bowl of steaming dumplings in the kitchen. It seems that Where has changed, it seems nothing has changed. "In the future, will you continue to accompany me to eat dumplings?" He asked, looking up.
