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Chapter 1195 Butterfly Boy 10
【任务4：依次与庄园的下人谈话（0/4），且与每个人的对话不超过10句（0/4）。奖励：一个与蝴蝶夫人秘密有关的线索。】

four people.

Lan Shuying silently counted:

The cook in front of me is the first;
then the coachman;
And then, the laundress;

Little Peacock is a guest, not a servant, so the last one should be an underground handyman—she still has to find time to go to the basement.

Lan Shuying walked straight towards the cook.

The so-called dialogue is not only what she said to the cook, but also what the cook told her.In order to prevent the cook from saying a compliment and ruining the ten-sentence quota, Lan Shuying spoke first:
"How are the ingredients for the dinner prepared?"

The cook replied respectfully: "They are all here, they have just been brought in, you can check them yourself... I think they are all fresh." She said with a flattering smile.

Lan Shuying nodded, and looked carefully for a while.

Of course, she also checked with ghost pupils. The ingredients are indeed fresh, the key is that they are clean, and there are no messy poisons.

But that's right, since it just came in from outside the manor, those who want to make a fuss about food must have not had time to do it yet.

Lan Shuying added: "Let me briefly introduce the dishes tonight."

It was another question related to major. The cook clattered and wanted to continue the introduction, but was stopped by the opposite housekeeper with gestures.

The mood was rising, but was stopped when it was close to the peak, the cook was a little aggrieved, "...I have something to report to you, around six o'clock this morning, Master An said that he wanted to entertain friends, and asked to have a dinner at the dinner party. Add a dish of fried foie gras."

Lan Shuying repeated: "His friend?"

"Yes, it's Mrs. Monroe's son. Master An and he used to be classmates..." The cook explained anxiously, as if she was afraid of the housekeeper's anger.

Lan Shuying understood after a little thought. It is well known that the housekeeper and the little peacock are at odds. The little peacock ran up to her last night to show that she was favored. Come on, I must feel that the "war" between the two of them has escalated.

"If the guest likes it, then add it." Lan Shuying said lightly.

The cook let out a sigh of relief, and said casually: "Then I can prepare two servings, and my wife likes it too! If you have no other orders, I will go to work in the kitchen now, do you want to go with me?"

Lan Shuying's eyes moved slightly.

Would you like to present a fried foie gras to Madame Butterfly...

This is a good opportunity to poison.

She cleared her throat, trying to prevent the cook from making an extra serving. Under the cook's puzzled eyes, she realized that the words didn't make a sound at all—as expected, the killing move against the dead couldn't be removed in advance.

"Go ahead, I'll check back later."

After separating from the cook, Lan Shuying wrote down the route to the kitchen, and then went to find the coachman.

The background of this world is very strange.

Before, she encountered a secret door that supports fingerprint unlocking, but that door has no internal technological structure, no lines and magic fluctuations, and she didn't see what the principle of the door is, but it can be used.

This building is the same, there are strange arrangements everywhere: the brass statue that plays the violin automatically when people approach, the newspapers that go up the slide from the downstairs and are thrown at the door of the room, and a group of... flying bat.

Lan Shuying looked up at them.

Then one flew and landed on her shoulder.

It seemed to be particularly interested in the swollen blood vessels of humans, hesitated for a moment, but flew away and never came down again.

Lan Shuying knew the reason.

Because the bat was made of metal, and the man who cast it forgot to put fangs on it.

……

When she found the coachman, he was lying on the grass, looking very contented.Half of the sunlight was blocked by the fisherman's hat, which also blocked the sight, until Lan Shuying kicked him lightly on the thigh.

"Ah, who is kicking me?!" The coachman bounced exaggeratedly, and put on a smile that seemed flattering and mocking, "So it's Mr. Housekeeper, don't you have to help Madam get up today... Ah, look at my memory, Madam I have to sleep enough to get up today."

Lan Shuying frowned. It wasn't that she thought this guy was yin and yang, but that he was too talkative, and he directly took one-fifth of the dialogue quota.

"Tell me about your work today," she ordered.

The driver's smiling face froze, he grabbed his hat and said, "Well...I'm going to feed the horse now, and when it's full, I'll take it home, and then I'll wait for my wife to wake up, and then I can repair the bathtub when she comes out."

After receiving Lan Shuying's puzzled look, the coachman gave a short but meaningful explanation:
"It's broken at night, Master An asked me to fix it as soon as possible."

"..."

Lan Shuying didn't expect that the battle last night would be so intense that it could destroy the bathtub, "What about after repairing it?"

"After that? If it's still early, I'll take care of the flower garden. The field in the north has been left untouched for a while, and a parsley is actually growing!" said the coachman.

But he quickly said disappointedly: "But when I went there for the second time, it was gone."

Lan Shuying pondered, who in this manor would be interested in your parsley?
I'm afraid, only your pillow is left.

Earlier, the cook mentioned that someone asked her to add foie gras, and the driver mentioned a wild parsley...

She has a hunch that if the above two ingredients collide in this world, it may not be a delicacy, but it is likely to produce a wonderful chemical reaction.

……

She went to the water room again.

This time it didn't go as smoothly as the previous two times.

The laundress was absent.

There are several pots in the spacious work room, some are full of foam, some are soaking clothes, and some are ready to dry.

She glanced at the bucket that had been washed but hadn't had time to dry.

It was originally a dark blue fabric, but after being soaked in water, it looked almost black.

She had only seen the butler's drab cloakroom this morning, so she recognized the butler's coat in the bucket at a glance.

Lan Shuying looked unpredictable.

Suddenly hearing footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor, she subconsciously hid in the dark of the room.

The laundress came back, looking anxious, holding a pair of trousers, obviously washed, but now covered with grass blades and dust, probably dropped to the ground while drying.

The girl was so busy washing her pants that she didn't even notice that there was someone more in the water room!

Soon, she wrung out her trousers, found an empty basin, put the butler's suit together and took it out.

Toffee exclaimed excitedly: "I see! She likes Master!"

Lan Shuying: "...you misunderstood."

"Isn't it? She washed your clothes in advance and dried them separately, so caring!"

Lan Shuying condensed a hand in the sea of ​​consciousness, and made a movement of touching the dog's head:
"She's just playing the role of admiring the housekeeper. She doesn't even have a soul, so what are you talking about?"

　say goodnight to the babies
　　
　
(End of this chapter)