Chapter 1289: Willing to be an ugly girl 16
Al-Ling was stunned, but the manager came to her senses first and shouted to the back: "Did you hear that? If you hear me, tell me! Who else wants to get slapped?"
This Miss Zunzi had already beaten one, and she didn't even raise her eyes when she heard the screams. If she can kill, that's for sure.
As the daughter of the Fujiwara family, killing someone is nothing. It's just that those two naughty slaves were so stupid that they didn't even look at whose daughter it was if they wanted to cause trouble.
So all the slaves on the farm said with fear that they knew.
First, he killed the people in the village with a beating, and Xi Ning then turned around and said: "The six of you were sent by my mother, and I don't dare to make you too tired. I currently live in Chunxi Courtyard. , we also have enough people on hand. For the remaining Xiayu Courtyard, Qiuye Courtyard, and Xuemei Courtyard, the six of you will go to each place with two people to look after and manage them together with the original stewards.”
After hearing this, the six people did not dare to say no. After all, they were sent by Mrs. Akiko to follow them, and they would just follow what the young lady said.
Xining smiled and said: "Then it's time to work. The branch manager of the three offices will take the six of them to get acquainted with each other so that they can help each other and take care of each other. The chief manager will stay and the others will disperse!"
A Ling and everyone who knew clearly knew that the people sent by Mrs. Akiko were "placed" in just a moment.
It is said that he is helping to manage things, but in fact, it doesn't matter whether he wants to fight for power or enjoy happiness. Anyway, the trouble has been thrown to the little stewards everywhere, and it seems that there will be a lot of trouble in the future.
Of course A Ling is happy. None of the six old people at Mrs. Mingzi's place are cheap. If they stay with the young lady, she will definitely be led around.
All the slaves trembled, lowered their heads, and left with slightly bent waists. Some of them had their legs so weak that they almost fell when they walked.
Xining looked up and saw that it was now about three o'clock. The sun was setting in the west, but there was still more than an hour until dark.
"The weather is nice today. The chief steward will take me for a walk and let me see Zhuangzi." She raised her hand, and A Ling immediately went up and helped her up.
The chief steward smiled and said, "This village is not too big, and it is not too small. The house in the courtyard is not big, but the surrounding mountains, rivers and fields outside are all included in it. I don't know where to look first, young lady?"
Seeing that the young lady was hesitating, the big steward pretended to be brave and suggested: "I just heard that the young lady will live in this hotel, so let's take a look at this place first. From now on, I can take the young lady to see Zhuangzi at any time."< br>
"Okay! Let's take a look at this house first." Xining thought for a while: "Is there a kitchen here?"
The chief steward was stunned and replied: "This village has one in the southeast and one in the northwest. There are four courtyards in total. Except for the Xuemei courtyard, which has a small chef, there are no others."
Xining said thoughtfully: "Because I am afraid that the food will get cold in winter, I only have a small kitchen in Xuemei Courtyard."
"Young lady is indeed very smart. I guessed it before I even said anything." The big steward immediately flattered her.
There is no kitchen in this yard. Xining was a little regretful, and then said: "Then take me to the main kitchen to have a look."
"Yes, yes! Miss please follow me, I will clear the way." The big steward was very respectful in his words and actions, but in fact he was beating a drum in his heart. This time it depends on the kitchen, and this Miss Zunzi is probably the first one. .
So the maids followed around, and eleven servants with knives followed behind, marching toward the kitchen in a mighty manner.
Before even reaching the kitchen, I could smell the food. I can't talk about the aroma. Maybe the steamed rice is fragrant, but the other ones don't seem to taste that good.
After the servants in the kitchen came back from the yard, they all rolled up their sleeves, tied them with cloth, and hurriedly made dinner.
This is Miss Zunzi's first meal at the restaurant, so she can't mess it up. When those two naughty slaves arrived late, they received twenty slaps; if dinner was served late, there was no telling how many slaps it would take to calm her down.
When the gorgeously dressed Miss Zun appeared in the kitchen, all the cooks and cooks were stunned. One of the carrot cutters almost cut his own hand.
When the big steward saw it, he immediately glared and scolded in a low voice: "What's going on? Be careful, don't get your kid's dirty blood on the radish, be careful of the skin on your body!"
Xi Ning stepped on wooden clogs and walked slowly while looking: "What are you going to eat tonight?" A Ling pulled the back of her dress, fearing that the long and gorgeous dress would get dirty on the ground.
There was silence in the kitchen for a while, and all the cooks and cooks were kneeling there.
The chief steward looked around and saw everyone was kneeling. He didn't see the face, but the head: "Come out and answer the question!"
The steward in the kitchen quickly replied: "Miss Zunzi, the best white rice, fried fish, bamboo shoots, radish and seaweed soup are prepared for Miss Zunzi. The bamboo shoots are freshly picked from the mountains, so you can taste them fresh. The fish are from the river next to it. I fished it out this morning and after raising it for a day, the muddy smell has gone away.”
Hehe, the food here is better than the food in the city. It seems that you are right.
Xining walked to the side and raised his hand to open the lid of the pot. There was still meat cooking inside.
The chief steward immediately shouted: "Miss, forgive me! Come here quickly, take this pot out, don't stain your eyes."
The steward wanted to get up, but He Nai's legs were weak and he couldn't stand up, so he could only continue to kneel in fear.
It's not dirty. The meat is being cooked in the pot, the broth is bubbling, and a unique aroma of pork is wafting out, making your mouth water.
"This is all food. You see it when you see it. What's the crime?" Xining put the lid on: "Who ate this?"
The chief steward replied: "This is what the servants eat."
Tears, nobles cannot eat meat; while servants need to work and warriors need strength to protect them, so they have to eat meat.
Whoever likes to be this nobleman should do it, she wants to eat meat!
But not today. On the first day, we can't cause too much trouble.
Xining turned around and was attracted by the freshly baked snacks on a table. This is a small snack like a small flower roll. It should be filled with bean paste in the middle and made into a small spiral circle. They were all placed on a flat earthenware dish, about twenty of them.
"Is this for me to eat?" Xining asked.
"Yes, Miss Zun." The steward lowered his head and replied. At this time, his courage finally came back. When he raised his head, he was stunned.
Miss Zun picked up the entire plate and was already chewing it in her mouth: "Well, it tastes okay. Since it was given to me, I'll take it away first and bring it over when dinner is ready."
The steward was speechless as he watched Miss Zun turn around and leave, eating happily as she walked.
When everyone left and there was only one person in the kitchen, the cook in charge of making snacks said: "This is for 10 people. What snacks are for dinner?"
Miss Zunzi, plus three personal maids and six maids sent by Mrs. Akiko, there are ten people in total. Put two on each plate and put them on the dinner table to serve together.
It's good now. Miss Zunzi took away all the snacks in the evening.
The steward rolled his eyes: "Ask me, who should I ask? Just do it quickly."
The dinner is about to be served, there is no time to make the noodles and steam them. The cook made a grimace: "If you don't make pickled rice balls, there will still be rice."
"Then do it, do it quickly." The little steward wiped the sweat on the back of his hand. Is Miss Takashi inspecting the kitchen? Conveniently, the snacks for ten people were swept away.
(End of chapter)