Chapter 351 New Home 2
Gilan’s bulletproof car as foreign minister has not yet been delivered, so he can only take the ordinary public car driven by Lenis.
Lenice was driving and Gillan was sitting in the back seat. The car drove all the way out of Morales Street and headed towards Hyacinth Street next door.
For no other reason, Morales Street is the residence of dignitaries. Most of them are single-family apartments or villas, and there are no commercial stores.
Generally, people who live here have servants at home who are responsible for purchasing and cooking, and they do not need commercial services such as restaurants and hotels.
This is another reason why Morales Street has a quiet environment and the land price is extremely high.
"Sir, do you have any taboos or preferences for food and drinks?"
Lenice didn't look away, holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding it lightly with the knuckle of her index finger on the other. Frame, asked.
Gilan looked away from the window and said in a joking tone:
"Is there no record in my file? Logically speaking, such small details should be described clearly. .”
"Sir..."
Lenice's face changed slightly, and she was almost frightened to tears by Gilan's question, and her palms were sweating.
Her reaction made Gilan chuckle twice and said:
“Sorry, I was just joking with you.”
Hearing this, Lenis breathed quickly , the full chest trembled slightly.
This leader's joke is really a bit scary. Just now Lenis almost thought that the other party was dissatisfied with her for investigating his files without authorization.
I really don’t know if he did it on purpose or accidentally. But Lenis always feels that the former is more likely.
"I usually don't have any taboos. As for my preferences, well...I prefer grilled, fried and spicy foods."
Jilan said softly.
Lenis nodded, carefully wrote down his words, and said:
"Copy that, sir."
Then, while driving, she racked her brains to remember which high-end restaurants on Hyacinth Street were more in line with Minister Gilan's taste.
After a while.
Lenice selected three restaurants in her mind, and was about to report to her superior when she heard a young man’s voice coming from the back seat:
“Lenice, stop the car.”
"Ah...Okay, sir!"
Lenis turned the steering wheel to the left and pulled the car to the side. She pulled the handbrake, took off her seat belt, turned around and looked at the back seat, but was stunned.
I saw the blond young man staring out of the window with interest, pointing and smiling:
"Why don't we just eat that."
"Huh?"
Lenis followed his gaze and was surprised to find a pushcart food stall less than three meters wide on the sidewalk.
The food stall was quite sloppy, stained with a little oil smoke and dirty sauces. The sign on the top said "Hank's Mother's Specialty" in colorful Bremen.
Many pedestrians stopped and gathered around, holding small paper boxes or cups in their hands. It looked like business was good.
"But, sir...you are now the foreign minister. Wouldn't it be bad to eat this kind of thing? If someone sees it, report it..."
Lenis A little surprised, but also a little hesitant.
"Can't the foreign minister eat at a roadside stall?" Gilan smiled, opened the car door and got out, urging: "Let's go."
"Okay, sir."
Lenis quickly turned off the engine and got out of the car.
She quickly took two steps forward, followed behind the blond young man, and came to the food stall together.
Fortunately, although Gilan is famous now, his appearance has not been exposed by the media, so only a handful of people can recognize him.
The passers-by around were just amazed at the outstanding appearance and temperament of this man and woman. They took a second look and did not cause any commotion.
“Huh? There is also sticky bark milk tea and snowflake cake here... Well, I want these two, and then add a side of grilled bacon and fried meatballs.”
Gillan looked at the "Today's Recipe" hanging next to the food stall and turned to Lenis.
The latter nodded quickly, remembered the food the officer needed, and then stepped forward to line up.
After a while, this capable female secretary came over with a lot of food.
"Sir, the seats here are full. Where are we going to eat?"
"Follow me."
Gilan took the food from his hand, turned around and walked to the street. Then under Lenise's astonished gaze, she sat down on the steps.
Even the blond young man wiped the open space next to him thoughtfully and patted the space next to him to signal:
“Come on, sit down.”
"This..." Lenis opened her mouth and hesitated. The next second, when she met the young man's smiling eyes, she said quickly: "Yes! Sir!"
Then, she gritted her teeth and sat next to him. It's just that his body is tense and stiff, like a stubborn sculpture.
At this moment, Lenis always felt that the passers-by around her were looking at her strangely, feeling indescribably embarrassed. At the same time, I was very nervous because I was too close to the commander.
"Lenis, what did you order?"
Gilan took a bite of the grilled bacon, turned to look at his female secretary, and smiled. As he chewed, the crispy meat crunched in his mouth.
Lenis sat upright, with her legs clamped tightly, and spoke clearly but as seriously as if she was reporting on work:
"Report sir, a sausage burger and a figure-eight bun (coarse salt bread in the shape of the number 8), Two slices of liver cheese (grilled meat mixed with marinade), and a cup of black coffee."
"The total cost is 17 pfennigs and 5 melangs."
"Don't be so nervous. Relax...I'm not a man-eating devil."
Gilan shook his head, took out a gold coin, stuffed it into the female secretary's hand, and explained in her puzzled eyes. ：
"This is reimbursement. When you go out to eat with your leader, you can't let your subordinates pay for it."
"Okay...Okay, sir."
Lenice accepted the gold coins, but she felt sad in her heart An inexplicable feeling arose.
She has served in the Secretariat Office for six years and has never seen a leader like Minister Gillan.
He is very friendly, unpretentious, and has no airs...except for the occasional hint of majesty that is too scary, he is simply the most perfect commander in her mind.
Thinking about it, Lenise's original nervousness dissipated a little, and she tried to take a bite of the sausage burger in her hand.
Grilled kielbasa, paired with wheat-flavored bread slices, mixed with inexplicable sauces and vegetables, the smell of smoke and smoke unique to roadside stalls burst into his mouth.
Lenice couldn’t help but whisper:
“It’s delicious!”
“On the first day I came to work, I ate from a roadside stall. , are you disappointed?”
Gillan teased as he chewed the croquettes.
Unexpectedly, Lenis shook her head seriously and said:
"I am not disappointed, sir. I am also a commoner, and this kind of food is closer to my life."< br>
“That’s it.” Ji Lan smiled and nodded. "As a civilian, you can become a senior secretary of the Secretariat in your twenties. You are very good, Miss Lenis."
"Sir...sir, you are joking."
Lenis lowered her head in a rare move and blushed a little.
Minister Gilan Iros is 6 years younger than her, and he has already become a big figure in the center of imperial power.
No matter how you look at it, she is not that "excellent".
Clenice did not hear even a hint of malice in the blond young man's tone. Instead, she felt secretly happy because she was praised by him.
In my heart, I couldn't help but feel a little more close to my new leader.
In order to hide her emotions, Lenis stopped talking and buried herself in eating. But without paying attention, she choked on her food. She quickly picked up the black coffee and took two sips, her cheeks turning red.
"Eat slowly, we are not in a hurry." Jilan said with a smile. "After you take me back later, you will have more trouble with work." "No problem, sir."
Lenice wiped the cream and coffee stains from the corners of her mouth , adjusted his glasses and said solemnly.
“My subordinates must do their best to complete the task.”
"Yeah."
Jilan smiled and nodded.
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In the afternoon.
Gilan stayed in the attic of his new house, refining a new batch of "wick potion."
Although this kind of alchemical medicine that assists in spiritual practice has no effect on him, it can be sold for money and can also be provided to members of the "Hand of Dawn" association in the dream.
After the round of refining was completed, there were 25 more amber potions the size of a little finger on the table in front of Jilan.
The mysterious raw materials were exhausted and there was no failure or loss, all due to Jilan’s experience that practice makes perfect.
He put these potions away, and there was some movement downstairs.
Gilan opened his perception a little and knew the following situation, and couldn't help but sigh secretly:
'Lenis is indeed a qualified secretary. ’
After cleaning up the table, he turned and went downstairs.
In the living room.
Lenice led four women and one man and stood by the door, giving some instructions in a low voice.
That middle-aged, three-year-old woman lowered her head and repeatedly echoed, expressing her understanding.
As for the only man, he had gray hair and was wearing a gray-blue shiny suit that was neatly ironed. He silently looked at the surrounding environment with a serious expression, but there was a little uneasiness in his eyes.
When Miss Lenis hired him, she did not mention the employer's information, which made Charles a little confused.
Just seeing that the owner of this single-family apartment is located on Morales Street, he must be a high-ranking official and different from ordinary people.
While he was thinking, Charles heard several maids around him exclaiming, and immediately they all said respectfully:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Guillain Iros."
"Huh?!" Charles looked up when he heard this familiar name.
I saw a tall and handsome figure walking down the shiny wooden stairs. The blond hair and dark blue eyes immediately stunned Ciel.
"Ji...Master Jilan?!"
"Old Charles, long time no see."
Ji Lan strode over and smiled.
He opened his arms. Ciel hesitated for a moment, then came over and gave the young man a hug.
"Long time no see, young master... I listened to your speech, and it was so good! I never expected that you would become the foreign minister of the empire!"
After Charles stood up straight, He looked a little surprised and excited. He didn't expect that his employer would be Master Jilan.
“Thank you.” Gillan smiled. "Old Charles, we will talk later."
"Okay, Master." Charles calmed down and said quickly.
Jilan nodded and walked to the other people.
Lenis immediately introduced the four maids he hired. Among them, the middle-aged woman named Paula served as the cook and was responsible for preparing three meals a day, afternoon tea and snacks for Gilan.
The other three young maids are named Isa, Bisca and Hilby. They are responsible for purchasing and housekeeping. The specific work matters will be assigned to the butler Charles for deployment and arrangements.
These three maids are all around eighteen or nineteen years old. They have good looks and beautiful figures. They were carefully selected by Lenis.
In fact, if Gillan is interested, with just a little hint, these maids will voluntarily climb into his bed. This is not unusual in the circles of powerful people.
Lenice also considered this very carefully when selecting the maids...especially considering the energetic age of the chief.
Because they were not sure of the commander's preferences, the three young maids each had their own characteristics. Even the older cook was of a type that still had charm.
As for whether to take it or not, the choice is up to Gillan.
Lenise just needs to do what she has to do.
In fact, the maids are well aware of these unspoken rules, and they often do not reject them, and even have some expectations.
Especially, when they saw that their employer was such a young and handsome man, they couldn't help but have some strange and even unrealistic fantasies in their hearts.
However, Gilan just smiled slightly and gave a few simple instructions, then asked Lenis to take the four maids to the third floor to choose a room to stay in, and then let them take a car to buy daily necessities, and The ingredients that will be used next.
“Yes, sir.” Lenis responded respectfully.
The four maids also raised their skirts and bowed to the blond young man, lowered their heads, and followed Lenis upstairs.
Remain quiet and behave yourself the entire time.
Jilan nodded with satisfaction, then called out to Ciel, and went to the sofa with him to chat.
When asked why Charles left the Viscount Jacob family and went out to find a new job, the old butler looked embarrassed and sighed:
"It's a long story..."
After the other party’s explanation, Gilan finally understood that it turned out that several direct descendants of the older generation died in the Viscount Jacob family due to the miasma natural disaster. The atmosphere in the family was very depressing, almost every day. quarrel.
In addition, most of the property was hit by the miasma and collapsed, resulting in serious losses. The family was extremely short of funds, so many servants were laid off one after another.
Charlie was not from the Jacob family, and had always been looked down upon and ostracized by the former butler and other stewards. In anger, he simply chose to resign and leave, not to suffer any more.
“Thank you, old Charles.”
Gilan sighed with emotion and poured him a cup of tea.
"You can stay here with me from now on. There are only four maids that you need to take care of, so it is relatively easy."
"You're welcome, young master... It's my honor to continue to serve you."
Old Charles held the hot tea in his hands, his face full of gratitude.
"Don't worry, I will keep this place in order from now on, and leave all the trivial matters to me."
"Then I'll trouble you." Jilan smiled laugh.
The two chatted for a while, the maids chose a room, changed into casual clothes suitable for traveling and went downstairs.
Immediately, after saying hello to Gillan, Lenis drove them to Hyacinth Street to purchase daily necessities and ingredients.
The group of people left not long ago.
In the outer courtyard of Jilan’s new home, someone rang the doorbell.
Ding dong.
Ding dong.
Old Charles stood up quickly and instantly entered the role. After arranging his suit and tie, he walked out with his head held high.
After a while, he returned quickly, lowered his head and said:
"Master, the neighbor from No. 10 Morales Street next door came to visit and brought a gift."
After a short pause, Old Charles added in a low voice:
"The wife of Propaganda Minister Mr. Stavin Lotito, as well as their son and daughter."
"Huh?" Jilan raised his brows, thought for a moment, and made a gesture. "Invite the guests to come in."
"Yes, Master."
Old Charles said respectfully.
(End of this chapter)