Chapter 711 The Man Does It Himself

Yunyao: "Of course, I always speak my words."

Qin Shun slowly closed the laptop, stood up and looked at the man on the sofa: "I believe that you, the head of the family, won't open your mouth."

Yun Yaoxuan glanced at Ling Shu's action of closing the notebook, seemingly casual, but full of threats.

He chuckled softly, "Now you should worry about how to hide from him."

Qin Shu smiled.

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Qin Shu and Fu Tingyu stayed at Qingyun Village, and Xi Mo led them to the guest room.

Yun Yao stared at the back of the two leaving, thoughtfully.

Qingyunzhuang covers a very large area, and the guest rooms are in the west wing.

Qin Shu followed Xi Mo to one of the guest rooms, "Mr. Ling, this is your room."

After Xi Mo finished speaking, he looked at the man beside Ling Shu. Because he didn't know his name, he said, "This gentleman's room is next door."

Fu Tingyu glanced at the next room, a little dissatisfied.

Xi Mo said: "If you need anything, you can directly mention it. The maid is waiting outside, or you can come to me."

Qin Shu said: "trouble Mr. Ximo."

"Mr. Ling is very polite, then I'll go first, call me anytime if you need anything."

After Xi Mo finished speaking, he turned and left.

Fu Tingyu took the girl's hand and walked closer to one of the guest rooms, then closed the door.

When there were no outsiders, Qin Shu took off the peaked cap and stretched out.

Because I spent some brain power just now, and now I suddenly relax, I feel a little sleepy.

Fu Tingyu took the girl into his arms and sat on the mahogany sofa, "Tired?"

Qin Shu nestled in the man's arms and leaned all his weight on him, "Well, I want to sleep."

"Then sleep for a while." The man changed her into a comfortable position.

"Yeah." Qin Shu nodded, but she always felt stuffy in her chest, making her sleep a little uncomfortable. She whispered, "Baby Yu, my chest is stuffy."

Chest tightness?

The man lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the girl's chest, wearing men's clothes with a corset inside.

"I'll untie it for you."

The girl gave a light "um".

The man unbuttoned her corset for her, moving very gently, for fear of disturbing her sleep.

After the girl fell asleep, he picked her up to the side of the bed and laid her flat on the bed.

Although it is a guest room, the decoration is exquisite.

The furniture is all solid wood.

Seeing the girl sleeping sweetly, he stood up and walked out.

Fu Tingyu did not reveal his identity when he came out this time, plus major news, and there was no photo of him. Unless he was familiar with him, even if he saw it, he would not recognize him as the fourth master of Jiangcheng.

Passing through the gate of the Moon Cave, two maids suddenly appeared in front of them, handsome and slender.

"If you need anything, sir, you can tell us." The maid blushed and whispered.

"I'm going to the kitchen." Fu Tingyu's voice was cold and distant.

"What do you need to eat, sir, you can tell us." The maid lowered her head slightly.

Fu Tingyu directly refused: "No, I can do it myself."

The maids were startled and looked at each other with some doubts.

Because Fu Tingyu doesn't look like someone who can go into the kitchen in terms of looks, temperament, and masculinity.

"Sir, please come with me."

Fu Tingyu followed the maid out of the Moon Cave and all the way to the kitchen.

"Sir, this is the kitchen. The ingredients are readily available. If you need anything, you can tell us." The maid said softly.

"Thank you." Fu Tingyu stepped in. The kitchen was huge, and the cooks in it were busy preparing lunch.

Fu Tingyu walked to the oversized refrigerator, opened the door of the refrigerator, and began to choose ingredients.

The two maids were standing behind Fu Tingyu and waiting.

Because Xi Mo had instructed that the two gentlemen who lived in the west wing were distinguished guests and could not be neglected.

After picking out the ingredients, he came to the pool, unbuttoned the cuffs with one hand, and moved gracefully.

The maid took the apron and handed it to Fu Tingyu, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you need an apron?"

Fu Tingyu turned his head and saw the dark blue apron. He took it and tied it around his waist.

"Sir, let's help you wash the dishes." The maid asked in a low voice after glancing at the ingredients on the table.

"No." Fu Tingyu rolled up his sleeves and started to wash the vegetables.

In the huge kitchen, because of Fu Tingyu's appearance, the busy chefs looked sideways.

Anyone can see at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.

Those hands were fair and slender, with well-defined joints, and at a glance, you could tell that the ten fingers did not touch the spring water.

"Who is that person?" asked the aunt who was picking vegetables in a low voice.

"A distinguished guest from the garden." The maid replied in a low voice.

"How does your guest wash and cook by himself? He looks like a man who comes with clothes to open his hands and opens his mouth. He doesn't look like someone who knows how to cook."

"I don't know." The maid shook her head and looked at Fu Tingyu who was washing vegetables, also very puzzled.

Fu Tingyu didn't seem to hear what they said, bathing the ingredients, and then cutting the vegetables.

His knife skills have been practiced to the point of perfection. Slices are slices, silk is silk, and the speed is fast.

Not only the maid, but even the chef was dumbfounded.

The chef couldn't help but ask: "You are a chef? You don't look like a chef?"

"No." Fu Tingyu said, and the movements of his hands were unambiguous. After a while, he cut the shredded potatoes.

The chef was startled again. He didn't learn to cook, and his knife skills were so good?

Thinking back to when he was an apprentice, he didn't know how many potatoes he cut, so he cut the shredded potatoes evenly.

There are dozens of stoves in the kitchen. Although it is lunch time, there are still a few vacant.

Fu Tingyu started the fire neatly, poured the oil, and stirred the dishes skillfully.

The heat is also well controlled.

I don't know how Fu Tingyu entered the kitchen, I don't know how it got into Yun Yao's ears. He, who had never been in the kitchen, also heard that the man who came with Ling Shu entered the kitchen.

When Yun Yao came, what he saw was Fu Tingyu, who was skilled at cooking, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Xi Mo, who followed closely behind, was also surprised.

Yun Yao watched for a while and said, "I didn't see it, he still cooks."

"Master, I think his identity is unusual." Xi Mo said.

Yun Yao asked, "Have you checked his identity?"

"I checked, I don't know anything." Xi Mo replied.

"His identity is not simple." Yun Yao looked at Fu Tingyu in front of the stove again, as if guessing who he was.

He suddenly asked, "Where's Ling Shu?"

"In the guest room, I didn't come out." Xi Mo replied.

"Go and have a look." After Yun Yao finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

A hint of doubt flashed in Xi Mo's eyes, and then quickly followed.

in the kitchen

Fu Tingyu did not find that Yun Yao and Xi Mo had been in the kitchen, but concentrated on cooking.

Neither did others.

They are amazed that Fu Tingyu, who has never learned to cook, can cook so well.

Just after frying a dish, the aroma spread in the kitchen, making people swallow a mouthful of saliva.

West Wing Room

Xi Mo walked ahead and led the way. When he reached the door of Lingshu's guest room, he stopped, "Master, Lingshu is in this guest room."

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