Chapter 1372 The Man Who Can Instruct the Marshal to Cook

Ling Feng paused slightly when he wiped the aircraft.

Standing up respectfully and politely, "Marshal."

Young Master Yan smiled and nodded.

By the way, he followed the housekeeper who came over, "This is Mr. Qin Zongqin, please tidy up the room at the end of the second road, Mr. Qin wants to live."

The butler's eyes paused, and he bowed and smiled on the surface, with a calm face: "Okay, Patriarch."

Adhering to the principle of being a conscientious and good housekeeper, I don't look too much at it.

After stepping back, his eyes swept wildly.

My heart felt like being scratched by a cat's paw, it was so itchy: Fuck, the room at the end of the second road!

Isn't it the room next to the owner? !

the most important is……

These two rooms are connected! ! !

Although the door is made just like the wall!

but!

That's not a real wall!

The Patriarch knows about this!

So, does the owner want to sneak in while the handsome Mr. Qin is sleeping, trying to cook raw rice?

No way, Patriarch!

You are so shameless, Mr. Qin, does he know? !

Qin Zong raised his eyes slightly, and saw the silver-white flying machine boasted by the young man.

Turn around quietly and walk away.

Sitting on a chair next to her, she raised her eyebrows lightly, "I'm hungry."

Chuxue followed her on her knees, propped her big head on her paws, and yelled.

The king is also hungry.

The butler came up in time, "Patriarch, Mr. Qin, I will order someone to prepare it."

Before Yan Tao could nod his head, Qin Zong's eyes, which seemed to be as heavy as ice and snow on a high mountain, moved slightly, "I want to eat what you made."

The man's voice is cold, but deep and pleasant.

The housekeeper froze for a moment.

Mr. Qin... What did you say? !

Eat homemade? !

The housekeeper began to seriously think about a question: the head of their family who can sit and never stand, and who can lie and never sit, can cook?

Although the head of the family often stole Master Yun Kuo's experimental products, they were all done by others, and he never did it himself.

Rarely a few times, it may be baked and eaten directly.

But things like cooking have nothing to do with their marshal...it doesn't seem to have anything to do with it?

Yan Tao slightly raised her eyebrows, her charming face approached, her warm breath almost sprayed on the man's skin, she chuckled, "What do you want...to eat?"

"casual."

The young man's slender fingers fell on Qin Zong's pale thin lips, and evil air flowed between his beautiful brows, "Well, who told you that you are so beautiful."

Let alone beauty.

It's just right.

This made Yan difficult to resist.

"I'll do it for you."

"Wait."

With that said, the boy got up.

Just about to step out, Chuxue's big paw hooked the trouser leg.

"Roar!"

Don't forget, there's mine too!

The king is hungry too!

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows slantingly, and stretched out his hand to pinch the big cat's paw twice.

Well.

So soft.

The butler looked shocked: "Master, do you really want to... do it yourself?!"

Fuck!

Isn't he dreaming?

Is it raining red?

With one hand in his pocket, Patriarch Yan glanced at him lightly, "Young Master, I will do it myself, so hurry up and get everything ready for me."

Said, turned and left.

The housekeeper was immersed in the shock of the owner's cooking, and turned back in a daze.

Qin Zong leaned against the table, drinking water slowly.

The posture is lazy and undisciplined, but the temperament is still cold and handsome.

The housekeeper tried hard to restrain his shock: what a man who can order the head of the house to do things!

Fuck!

A shining golden thigh poked in front of him.

If you don't hug me now, when will you wait? !