With her eyes off, she looked at Feng Jin, who was sitting on the side with her head hanging down and drinking juice, little by little, as if she was asleep.
"Then I hope you won't let me down.
After that, I will promise you a condition, you can mention anything you want to me, and I owe you a favor.
Feng Jin's mother said very generously.
"Mrs.
Xie trusts Xiao Qi so much."
Yan Yanqi smiled, and she didn't know what to say.
"Alright, let's eat."
Master Bo waved his hand and motioned to the few people watching the excitement to hurry up and eat.
Yan Yanqi breathed a sigh of relief, but no one mentioned whether to punish her or not, I have to say, it's good to have the seventh master covered.
It's not that she's afraid of anything, but that her identity is here, and it's inconvenient for her to do anything or say anything.
"Little Seven."
Just as he was about to pour a glass of red wine for the seventh master, he heard two familiar words ringing in his ears.
Yan Yanqi straightened up and replied, "Yes." ” Bo Qichen slowly put down the knife and fork in his hand, and his voice was faint: "Go to the back kitchen to eat, the kitchen has made your dinner." ” Coming back to his senses, Yan Yanqi glanced at Bo Qichen with low eyes, then shook his head slightly, and said: "I'll eat later, Seventh Master, just eat well."
The host is eating, and the housekeeper must accompany him.
"If it's late, it's cold."
As soon as the words fell, the table was noticeably quiet, and the original sound of knives and forks rubbing against the plates disappeared Everyone looked in the direction of Bo Qichen in surprise.
Who doesn't know that Bo Qichen's cold eyes are empty, and he has never cared so much about a person.
Bo Qichen slowly picked up the red wine glass, looked at the red liquid inside, and then shook it gently, he lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes were distinct, looking down at him, and he could count how many eyelashes he had.
When he came back to his senses, he felt the strange sights around him, especially the complicated gaze of Master Bo, and Yan Yanqi complained weakly in his heart.
Bo Qichen didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his words, he took a sip of red wine, he slowly put down the wine glass, and then said, "You still have injuries on your body, go to eat, and come back later." ” The corners of Yan Yanqi's mouth twitched slightly, why didn't the seventh master play cards according to the routine.
Bo Qichen's tail tone was raised, and he looked at her carelessly: "Don't leave yet" "Yes."
Yan Yanqi nodded, and then retreated respectfully.
Walking out of the restaurant, Yan Yanqi frowned, habitually touched his nose, and then walked to the kitchen.
"Little Seventh Steward, you're here."
The head chef of the back kitchen saw Yan Yanqi's figure appear, and then hurriedly came out to greet him.
"Well, hello."
Yan Yanqi looked at the man in his thirties with a big belly in front of him and greeted him politely.
"It's good for Butler Xiaoqi to call me Lao Bai in the future."
After a pause, Lao Bai put one hand on Yan Yanqi's thin shoulder, and then asked, "Does Xiao Qi want to eat Chinese or Western?"
Yan Yanqi didn't expect that there would be such a good treatment, but after thinking about it, where is the No. 7 Mansion here, it is the richest place with status in the whole imperial capital, as the housekeeper here, this treatment should still be there.
Yan Yanqi thought for a while, then reached out and picked out the frame of his glasses, showing his little white teeth, and said, "It's good to eat some simply, I've never been a picky eater." ”: