Chapter 31

The housekeeper lowered his head, and after finishing his sentence, the study fell into an eerie silence, and the air seemed to freeze.

Even though it was midsummer, I just felt cold all over my body.

The butler raised his eyes cautiously, and peeked at the three people in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

Duan Changyu and Mu Qing held back their laughter.

His face was flushed red, and the veins on his neck burst out, and he was about to suffer internal injuries.

Mo Lingyuan's extremely handsome face was covered with dark clouds, his eyes were like blades of ice, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his anger was surging, as if he would fly into a rage at any moment.

Mu Qing cleared his throat, "Young Marshal, there is still something to do in the barracks, let's go first."

As he spoke, he pulled Duan Changyu's sleeve.

Duan Changyu stared longingly at the delicious food, and asked regretfully, "Didn't you say you're staying to eat together?"

Mo Lingyuan pushed the plate in front of him forward: "Do you want to take him home and cook for you every day?"

Duan Changyu was quite frightened, and said again and again: "No, no, young commander, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

Given his great courage, he didn't dare to command the young lady at will.

The two hurried out of the study.

Seeing the two of them going out, the butler also tiptoed out.

"Stop!" Without raising his head, Mo Lingyuan picked up a chopstick and put a piece of shrimp into his mouth.

The housekeeper shivered for a moment, stopped, turned around, and asked awkwardly, "Young commander, what else do you want?"

"She really said that?" Mo Lingyuan took another piece of steamed fish.

"Yes." The housekeeper's heart skipped a beat.

After a while, I realized that this "she" refers to the master in Wangyue Pavilion.

"Is she so impatient to let me out?" Mo Lingyuan chewed the food in his mouth, but felt that it was tasteless, and threw the chopsticks on the table, "It's so disgusting, take it out and pour it out!"

The butler tremblingly stepped forward, picked up the plate on the table, and said: "There is no woman in this world who is willing to take a concubine for her husband. If it's not to use this method to attract your attention, Young Marshal, then it's something else." Figure, for example, to install someone by your side and so on..."

The coldness in Mo Lingyuan's starry eyes dissipated, and his eyes softened a lot, "You mean, she doesn't really want to take a concubine for me, but just wants to attract my attention?"

housekeeper:"......"

The butler's focus is obviously whether the latter sentence is good or not.

Mo Lingyuan tapped his finger on the table: "Put down the food, you go out first."

"Didn't you say it was unpalatable? I'll ask the cook to make it for you again..."

"I'm hungry, let's make do with it." Mo Lingyuan waved at the housekeeper, picked up the bowl again...

The butler was waiting at the door of the study, puzzled, the young commander has always been one-sided, when did he become so uncertain?

When he went in to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, he saw that the person who was only planning to make do with it almost cleaned up the dishes again, and he suddenly realized...

In the Wangyue Pavilion, Chu Yunyao was holding a needle and thread, yawning and looking at the saliva-flying Nanny Rong.

"Young Madam grew up in the countryside. She doesn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy, or housekeeping. It doesn't matter, as long as you can use your expertise and know how to be popular with women." Aunt Rong handed the embroidered mandarin ducks to Chu. In front of Yun Yao: "From now on, the clothes the young commander wears, the shoes on his feet, and the quilt cover on the bed will all come from your hands.

As the young marshal's wife, in addition to following the three obediences and four virtues, she must also serve her husband well..."

Chu Yunyao yawned again, rubbed her eyes, and asked puzzledly: "As the wife of a young marshal, shouldn't you learn how to read and write butlers? You can just find a good embroiderer to do these embroidery tasks." .

The clothes on the warlord's body were not made by the warlord's wife herself, right? "