Gu Zhengbo raised his hand and wiped his forehead.
Only then did he realize that his palms were sweaty, and his back was also wet with sweat.
Based on what Guan Xi said just now, Xiao Laosan was actually killed by her when she kidnapped her?
Gu Zhengbo didn't dare to think about whether Guan Xi was kidnapped and killed Xiao Laosan by mistake when he encountered an urgent situation, or something else.
He could only recall the way Guan Xi looked at him just now.
Cold, emotionless, as if looking at a dead thing with no living features.
It's an illusion.
Gu Zhengbo came to his senses at this time, and he comforted himself.
It's just a girl who has just come of age, what kind of terrifying momentum can it have?
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Guan Xi walked into the Xiao Mansion.
Some chagrin.
She was too emotional just now, she didn't control herself, and she scolded Gu Zhengbo like that.
However, Gu Zhengbo spoke too much.
Yes, her official Xi was brought back from the orphanage, and it is normal for her father to not love her mother or mother.
But they are also too disgusting, they give Gu Wenxi any good things, and she is the official Xi Xi for any unlucky things.
The clay man also has a three-point temperament, not to mention that Guan Xi feels that he is not a good-tempered person except for being a little good at acting.
Now Gu Wenxi wants to change back, she is just afraid that the ninth master will know, but she can't hide it in the end.
It was useless to be afraid, so she was not afraid anymore.
Tear your face, tear your face, Guan Xi doesn't care anymore. .
Guan Xi returned to the Xiao Mansion.
It's not wonderful to feel bad, today is the next day before the one-week deadline, and the time will come soon.
Thinking of telling the truth to the ninth master, Guan Xi was still panicked.
Guan Xi went back to the room and lay down for a while, holding the quilt, and his body was full of the smell of the ninth master's widowhood and strength.
Nine masters, nine masters!
These two words are on the tip of Guan Xi's heart, as if they are imprinted.
She closed her eyes, and what appeared in her little head was the perfect cold face of the ninth master, and she couldn't sleep at all.
I don't know how long I was lying down, Guan Xi looked at the watch on his delicate hand.
It was now past five o'clock in the afternoon, and Guan Xi suddenly thought of something, and she jumped up from the bed.
The little feet walked and ran downstairs to the kitchen.
Dinner is being prepared in the kitchen.
The dinner menu is generally drawn up by Aunt Wang, who is in charge of the meal, and there are two small maids who are in charge.
"Aunt Wang."
Guan Xi walked into the kitchen and shouted sweetly.
Aunt Wang is in her forties this year, and she is short and chubby with a smile on her face all the time.
Seeing Guan Xi enter the kitchen, she sighed: "Little lady, why did you come to the kitchen, what do you want to eat tonight?"
Tell Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang will do it for you. ” "I want to eat sweet and sour fish tonight."
Aunt Wang asked, and Guan Xi reported the menu.
"Okay, sweet and sour fish, right?"
Aunt Wang smiled and said, "Add more sugar." ” "Hmm."
Guan Xi nodded her little head, she likes sweet, Aunt Wang remembers it.
Oh, no, she's not talking about what to eat.
"Aunt Wang, that ......"
Guan Xi looked at Aunt Wang, and stopped squirming a little when he wanted to speak, "That ......"
Aunt Wang saw the little lady who wanted to say or not, and asked strangely: "Little lady, what's the matter, what are you going to say?"
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” Guan Xi's white fingers were twisted, the roots of her pure white ears were a little red, and she said a little awkwardly: "You plan to give it to the Ninth Master tonight......
What kind of dishes do you do, what does the ninth master like?
Can you teach me?
” "Little lady, do you want to cook for the ninth master?"
Aunt Wang's voice was surprised.
The roots of Guan Xi's ears were red, and they spread to the white and tender neck.
Let her dance the knife and get the gun, it's OK, it's no problem at all.
But when she goes into the kitchen, she really won't.
I remember that a long time ago, Jiu Ye asked her to cook a porridge in the morning, and she made it under the guidance of Aunt Wang, but Jiu Ye ate it all and didn't say anything.
But Xiao Jingming's bastard directly said who made this porridge and why it tasted so weird.
Expose the fact that she is a cooking scumbag.
But now, she really wants to cook a meal for the ninth master.
"Well, I think......
Cook a meal for the ninth master. ” Guan Xi looked at Aunt Wang with dark eyes, and asked in a low voice: "After all, I am also the wife of the Ninth Master, and I want the Ninth Master to have a dinner made by me." ” Aunt Wang was a little strange about Guan Xi's wording.
What the little lady said was that she wanted the ninth master to eat the dinner she made once.
The little lady and the ninth master are already married, and the future is long.
There is no rush in the matter of cooking.
But since the little lady offered to cook for the ninth master, Aunt Wang naturally would not refuse.
The Xiao family has a good relationship with the little lady and the ninth master, and they are happy to see it come true.
Aunt Wang smiled and said, "Little lady, you want to cook for the ninth master, of course it's good, has the wife ever cooked before?"
” "I've cooked."
Guan Xi gave Huang Caihua a shot at the official house, and the cooked things can be eaten, but the taste is really not good.
Aunt Wang said: "It's better to have a little experience than no experience at all, madam, today we will make some simple and light dishes, the ninth master is now eating light, less salt and less oil, and I will cook a porridge for the ninth master tonight, and add a few side dishes." ” Guan Xi nodded while listening: "Okay." ” .
It's almost seven o'clock in the evening.
Guan Xi worked in the kitchen for more than an hour, and finally made a casserole porridge with two dishes.
The dish is the simplest fried poached egg and stir-fried ground three fresh.
A poached egg, Guan Xi used more than a dozen eggs, at first it was either burnt, or the taste was very strange, there was no way to be as golden in color as Aunt Wang usually makes, until the twelfth egg was beaten, Guan Xi fried an egg that could barely catch the eye.
The stir-fry of the three fresh dishes went well, that is, potatoes, eggplants and green peppers, especially the part that processed the ingredients, Guan Xi took a knife and cut the three vegetables into shreds.
Her knife skills are excellent, and the shredded potatoes she cuts are almost the same length and thickness as they are cut by a machine.
Under the guidance of Aunt Wang, after the three freshness of the land were ready, Guan Xi tasted it, and the taste was far worse than that made by Aunt Wang.
Guan Xi looked at Di Sanxian in front of him, and his round little face collapsed: "Aunt Wang, why does the taste I make is so bad to you." ” Aunt Wang also tried the taste of the dishes made by Guan Xi.
She took a bite and praised: "Little lady, you rarely cook, I have been cooking for nearly thirty years, all of which are accumulated experience, you give me this comparison?"
Little lady, your dish is already good, the ninth master will like it. ” "Really?"
Guan Xi didn't believe it.
She didn't think the ninth master would like it.
The difference between the dishes she cooks and the dishes made by Aunt Wang is the difference between the bronze and the king.
Can't compare.
If she had to choose, she would definitely choose not to eat the food she cooked.
Guan Xi pursed her lips, a little hesitant to wait for dinner or not to let Jiu Ye eat the food she cooked.
"Aunt Wang, it's still too late......
Why don't you fry two more dishes for the ninth master?
Guan Xi looked at Aunt Wang, and after weighing it, he still felt that he couldn't see people with the food he cooked.
Aunt Wang smiled: "Madam, how can the food you cook by yourself be the same, I believe Aunt Wang, the ninth master will like it when he eats it at night." ” Guan Xihu looked at Aunt Wang suspiciously, and asked with some hesitation, "Really?"
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