good night warlord

Allison does not allow anyone to be disrespectful to Mei Zhi, including his own granddaughter:

"Melinda, watch your words."

Mei Zhi was not angry. After the housekeeper brought it over, she took a spoon and filled a small bowl, put it in front of her, then changed the soup spoon, scooped a spoonful and fed it to her mouth.

Gu Qingyi looked nervously at Mrs. Mei's movements, and she was relieved when she saw that Mrs. Mei really ate it, and even ate two spoonfuls in a row, but met Melinda's angry eyes.

She smiled frankly and said: You have seen the fact, I never said that I did it from the beginning to the end, and I won.

After tasting it carefully, Mrs. Mei gave an evaluation:
“Very good pimple soup.”

Allison's eyes locked on the bowl of pimple soup:
"Housekeeper, who made this dish earlier, promote him to be the chef."

The housekeeper was emotional. In just 2 minutes, the cook of this dish was promoted from hell to heaven. The importance Mr. Mei attaches to Mrs. Mei is really unique.

Gu Qingyi was about to say that she made this breakfast by herself, so she didn't need to go to the chef, when the man who was eating elegantly opposite suddenly said:

"Mrs. May, may I have a bowl?"

Melinda's eyes widened in disbelief:
"Shi Yan? You also want to eat Li... that kind of thing?"

During the war, Yan's expression was calm:

"Mrs. Mei said it tastes good, and I want to try it too."

Naturally, Mei Zhi would not refuse, and asked the butler to serve a bowl for Zhan Shiyan. The butler carefully filled it with a small bowl, and then went around the table to deliver it to Zhan Shiyan. The bowl in the butler's hand was knocked over:

"No eating."

The porcelain bowl fell on the thick carpet, and the housekeeper bent his waist like a shrimp in fear.

Alison's face darkened, he slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and said angrily:

"Melinda, what do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything, I just can't stand this kind of thing appearing on my dining table, housekeeper, I order you to pour that bowl of pig food down immediately."

She could accept that Mei Zhi ate what Li Moran made, but she couldn't accept that Yan also wanted to eat what Li Moran made during the war.

She worked so hard to make something for him before, and he didn't even taste it, but now, it's good that he doesn't know what kind of paste is made of it, but it makes him so interested. Melinda thinks, it's not the paste that makes him feel Interested, but Li Moran interested him.

The butler is in a dilemma. On the one hand is Mrs. Mei who is the most important thing for the husband, and on the other is the pampered young lady who is loved by thousands of people. Whether it will or not, this is a question:
"Miss, but sir..."

The butler finally decided to listen to Mr.

Naturally, Allison would not let Mei Zhi's rare favorite food be thrown away:

"Melinda, you are too unreasonable to make trouble, you go and think about it behind closed doors."

Melinda glared at Mei Zhi and Li Moran angrily, lifted the stool and left the restaurant angrily.

The atmosphere was obviously better without Melinda's table.

The housekeeper quickly sent someone to clean the carpet, filled another bowl of dough soup, and brought it to Zhan Shiyan.

Gu Qingyi didn't expect that Mrs. Mei and Zhan Shiyan would like the dough soup she made, after all, they didn't know that she made it.

The housekeeper soon had the result of what Alison had instructed, and when he whispered the truth into Alison's ear, Gu Qingyi felt that Alison's scrutiny eyes fell on him again:
"This breakfast is made by you?"

All the eyes of the people at the dining table focused on Gu Qingyi.

Mei Zhi was surprised:
"Moran, did you do this?"

Gu Qingyi smiled at Mei Zhi:
"I didn't know what to do when I got up early. I planned to make some dumplings for you from my hometown, but I overestimated my cooking skills. I didn't make up with the noodles. I can only make this pimple soup for you. I laughed."

Mei Zhi blamed a little:

"Then why didn't you say it earlier, your mind was almost poured out."

Gu Qingyi said with some embarrassment:

"The main reason is that the pimple soup is too shabby compared to these other breakfasts. I am really embarrassed to say that I made it, for fear of being laughed at by you."

Gu Qingyi didn't say that Melinda deliberately ordered the chef to embarrass her. She also believed that even if she said it, Alison would not look up to her. Moreover, the housekeeper must have investigated the ins and outs of the matter clearly, so she didn't It is necessary to leave the impression of complaining in Alison's heart.

Sure enough, after she finished speaking in such a mature style, Allison's scrutiny of her decreased a little.

"You child, really." Mei Zhi smiled helplessly:

"It's a good thing you didn't let your thoughts go to waste."

"Grandma, as long as you like to eat."

"I like it, Mo Ran, you said you can make dumplings?"

"Yes, does grandma like dumplings?"

"I like it, why don't we make dumplings together later." Mei Zhi was rarely interested.

Of course Gu Qingyi agreed: "It's just that I don't know how to meet face to face."

"I can meet and help you guys." The man sitting opposite Gu Qingyi suddenly said.

Mei Zhi was very happy: "I didn't expect Mr. Zhan to meet again, that's really what I wish for."

Alison looked at the rare smile on Mei Zhi's face, his eyes were a little dazed and fascinated.

She never smiles like that to herself, her smile to him is always so formulaic, the corners of her mouth raised just right, the arcs raised just right, they are always so stereotyped, as if they were mechanically printed out, how can they be as good as they are now? vivid:

"I can help too."

As soon as Allison made a sound, the smile on Mei Zhi's face froze, and it changed back to the one that Allison hated the most.

With a stiff smile, Mei Zhi greeted the man in the main seat:
"Suddenly I don't want to eat dumplings so much."

Alison looked at Mei Zhi deeply, his eyes gradually gathered sullenness.

The terrifying aura spread in the restaurant. Gu Qingyi was a little worried. She didn't know how long Alison could endure such blatant and disobedient behavior by Mrs. Mei. She could almost foresee that if one day Alison couldn't bear it, then May Madam will face the most terrifying hell.

Only this time, Mei Zhi won.

Allison stood up angrily, and dropped a sentence:

"Suddenly remembered that I have to discuss some matters with Your Excellency the Minister, you can do whatever you want."

After breakfast, Mei Zhi, Gu Qingyi, and Wartime Yan appeared in the kitchen. Everyone in the kitchen was kicked out by Mei Zhi. Wartime Yan was in charge of making the noodles, Gu Qingyi was in charge of cutting the stuffing, and Mei Zhi was in charge of cooking. Seasoning, Gu Qingyi and Mei Zhi were chatting and laughing, while Zhan Yan was mixing the dough seriously and attentively.

Kneading the noodles obviously requires more effort than chopping the fillings. Gu Qingyi put all the cut fillings into the cooking bowl and handed them to Mei Zhi, then turned around to see how Yan Yan's dough was kneading during the war:

"Are you ready? Everything is ready, only the dumpling wrapper is missing."

Hearing the question, the man raised his eyes:
"almost."

Gu Qingyi saw that his usual clear face was stained with some flour, which was quite different from his usual cold and dignified appearance, so Gu Qingyi sneered:
"Don't move, you're almost turning into a cat, I'll clean it for you."