Mo Lingyuan moved his eyes away from the copywriting, and glanced at the food box, "How did she know that the commander-in-chief has a bad appetite?"

"This..." The housekeeper observed his words and had no choice but to confess: "It was the old slave who told Madam without authorization. You are very busy these days. I saw that you didn't eat much, so I just mentioned something casually. Ma'am took it to heart."

The butler put the food box on the table, took out the braised crucian carp, and put a bowl of steaming white rice in front of Mo Lingyuan. Cooking a meal is also the wish of the young lady."

The corners of Mo Lingyuan's lips rose slightly, smelling the aroma of the food, his taste buds began to twitch.

He picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, and it was really delicious, and he immediately whetted his appetite.

"What has she been doing at home these past few days?" Mo Lingyuan ate quickly, but his movements were very graceful, and he didn't even make a sound.

The housekeeper cleared his throat, hinting in his words: "I'm making balm and lip gloss in the yard with Miss Bao'er.

Young Marshal, Young Madam has grown a lot taller this summer, her face has also healed, the little girl has grown into a big girl, and she starts to love beauty.

The warlord is thinking that the young commander will have a son soon, according to the old slave, the old slave will soon be able to help the young commander to take care of the child..."

Mo Lingyuan squinted at him and immediately understood what he meant.

Thinking that he was bitten after just kissing her, the scabbed wound on Mo Lingyuan's lips began to ache again.

Mo Lingyuan ate in silence, ignoring what the housekeeper said.

Seeing that Mo Lingyuan was noncommittal, the housekeeper continued his efforts: "Young commander, why don't you let the young lady move to the star storage building, and open a small stove in the star storage building, and let the young lady cook for you whatever you want.

It's late coming back from the military camp, it's good to have someone who knows the cold and hot to wait for you to freshen up. "

Mo Lingyuan thought about it, thinking that someone would eat with her every day, and by the way, listening to her unscrupulous nonsense would pass the boring time.

Then nodded: "She is willing?"

The butler was overjoyed: "Why don't you want to? As long as I mention this matter to the Young Madam, the Young Madam will definitely wish for it."

In the housekeeper's eyes, being favored by Mo Lingyuan is simply a gift from God.

If he can spread his branches and leaves for the young marshal, he will gain a firm foothold in the young marshal's mansion in this life. Even if the warlord has any dissatisfaction with the young lady in the future, for the sake of his grandson, he will weigh it up.

How could the Young Madam not agree to something that is beneficial but harmless?

The housekeeper was full of enthusiasm: "The old slave will go and talk to the young lady now, and let the young lady move here from Wangyue Pavilion tonight."

Mo Lingyuan didn't say a word, it was a tacit consent.

Seeing that Mo Lingyuan didn't speak, the housekeeper said happily, "The old servant has gone."

Turn around and walk out.

Mo Lingyuan looked at the butler's back, with a slight smile on his face, he ate the food in two or three strokes, put down his chopsticks, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the direction of Wangyue Pavilion.

If that girl wants to move all the things in Wangyue Pavilion, he can help by the way.



The housekeeper excitedly went to Wangyue Pavilion, and saw that Bao'er was neatly putting a lot of bottles and jars into the box.

Holding a pen and paper, Chu Yunyao was keeping accounts under the lamp, mumbling words: "Ten parts of balm, twenty parts of lip gloss, thirty parts of facial mask, send them to Lan Kwai Fong for each..."