Chapter 522 (1/2)
The next day, morning.
The handsome boy lazily melted into the chair and tasted the white porridge with chopsticks.
”The heat of lotus seeds is not enough. The rice has been boiled to paste. What I want to drink is porridge, not rice paste.”
Young master Yan wants to pick a thorn, so he can't pick it out.
”The fried dough sticks are hard into stone. In addition, the oil smell is too heavy and there is less salt.”
”What kind of steamed stuffed bun is this?”
The housekeeper wiped the sweat on his forehead. The young man looked young and had the same aura as his husband.
”Young master, I'll tell them to withdraw.”
”No.”
Young master Yan folded his jade white fingers and put them on the table. A pair of peach blossom eyes looked like a smile, vaguely showing prestige. ”This kind of cook also took it out to shame. Is this your level?”
”I immediately quit them and recruit new cooks.”
The housekeeper spoke quickly.
Yan Tao: ”take the paper and I'll write the recruitment notice myself.”
”OK, young master.”
The housekeeper was stunned by the young man's repeated questions, and his head was empty at this time.
Sir has ordered him to serve the young master.
If Yantao is not satisfied, he may have to follow the river to feed the fish.
At my age, it's not worth losing here.
”Young master, please write.”
Master Yan's peach blossom eyes were slightly raised. He carelessly dropped a few lines on the paper, patted his hands and said, ”look for a cook according to my requirements, and I'll interview in person.”
”OK, young master.”
Liu Cheng went out to work and returned to the manor about the evening. He asked about Yantao's recent situation, and the housekeeper reported everything carefully.
Liu Cheng frowned. ”Is she dissatisfied with the cook? Does she have to interview herself?”
”Yes, sir.”