She is Si Ye's favorite

"Didn't she come to be the young mistress? How can she do the work of a servant?"

"Fucking young mistress, I heard that she slept in the servant's room yesterday. She cleaned up and made breakfast so early today. In my opinion, she is worse than us as a young mistress."

"She cooks so many breakfasts, isn't she just trying to please Mr. Si and the third young master? But it's useless. Mr. Si only eats sandwiches for breakfast, and doesn't eat Chinese food at all."

Mu Yingxue stood there a little uneasy, and the servants all stared at her, probing, laughing and looking down on her.

When Si Xuanting arrived, he heard their discussion, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and Aunt Lian coughed to warn them.

The servants bowed their heads and backed away. Mu Yingxue saw Si Xuanting. He was dressed in a black suit and had a tall and straight figure, but his face was as cold as ice, and he looked at her with scrutiny and strong coercion.

The aura of a person who has been in a superior position for a long time makes people know that he can control the life and death of others at will, which makes people involuntarily fear.

He walked towards her, glanced at the kitchen, and finally his eyes fell on the porridge still cooking on the stove. The faint blue flame pierced his eyes sharply, and he felt as if he was in an ice cave for a moment.

Aunt Lian hurriedly took two steps, knocked Mu Yingxue away and turned off the fire that was still burning on the stove.

Mu Yingxue's shoulder hurt from being bumped, and Aunt Lian gave her a fierce look.

Si Xuanting's voice was chilling:

"Everything she made was dumped."

fall down?She has worked so hard to do so much, but she hasn't tasted a single sip, it's all clean, why throw it away?

"Mr. Si, wasting food is a shameful act. Why throw away the good ones earlier?"

"Who knows what you put in there?"

Mu Yingxue knew that he had never dispelled his doubts about herself: "I can eat it for you to see, and if I really wanted to put something in it, I would definitely not put it in the food I made, wouldn't I?"

"Whether you let it go or not, I won't let Shaohuai eat a bite of what you make."

"You misunderstood. I didn't make these breakfasts for San Shao. I made these breakfasts for the servants at home."

Mu Yingxue said directly.

Everyone present looked at Mu Yingxue who was in the middle of the kitchen with some dumbfounded.

Especially the maid who just mocked her for making breakfast to please Mr. Si.

Everyone glanced at each other, but they only had doubts about each other.

Only then did Si Xuanting look directly at her.

Her face is pale, her eyes are black and blue, her hair is tied in a bundle behind her head, revealing her entire face with delicate features. She has no ostentatious beauty. At first glance, she even has a small sense of existence, but it makes people feel very comfortable. , she is like the younger sister you watched growing up, with a harmless and sincere face, very friendly.

Is she trying to buy people's hearts?

Si Xuanting's eyes flickered. In the entire Huo residence, only Housekeeper Qin, Aunt Lian, Song Yu and his bodyguards knew his true identity. As for the maids at home, they were all hired after returning to Jincheng, and the details of their origins are unknown. .

Thinking of this, Si Xuanting decided to help her. If someone is really bought by Mu Yingxue, they will be eradicated together:

"As long as it's not for Shaohuai, then you can serve it to whoever you want."

After finishing speaking, Si Xuanting turned and left. Before leaving, he gave Aunt Lian a look, and Aunt Lian nodded in understanding.

When Mu Yingxue heard that he agreed, she finally felt relieved. She was really afraid that he would order Aunt Lian to pour out all the breakfast she had made just now.

Aunt Lian glared at her before instructing the rest of the servants:

"Everyone is still doing something in a daze, and they haven't finished breakfast to do things."

The servants swallowed their saliva long ago when they saw so many hot breakfasts. Now that they knew it was for them and got the approval of Si Xuanting and Aunt Lian, they all rushed into the kitchen one by one, scrambling to be the first to eat. If you move slowly, you won't be able to eat enough.

"Ah Xiang, why don't you come in for breakfast?" someone greeted.

Mu Yingxue turned her head and saw a maid standing at the door of the kitchen. It was the one who said her purpose was not pure. It turned out that her name was A Xiang, and she was the youngest of these maids. She looked only younger than Mu Yingxue. a little bigger.

Ah Xiang glanced at Mu Yingxue, with inexplicable hostility on her face:

"I don't eat what she cooks."

"You want to lose weight, so since you don't eat, I will eat your share."

Ah Xiang muttered, be careful to poison you to death, then gouged out Mu Yingxue's eyes and left.

Mu Yingxue picked up a few more Xiaolongbao and steamed dumplings with clean chopsticks, and scooped up a bowl of porridge with a spoon and brought it out of the kitchen.

In the dining room, Si Xuanting was reading documents. The voice from the kitchen got into his ears more or less. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mu Yingxue who had appeared earlier, without raising his head:

"You don't need to bring it over. I won't eat what you made."

Mu Yingxue looked at him, then looked down at the breakfast in her hand: "Oh, I know."

After finishing speaking, she passed the restaurant and disappeared from Si Xuanting's sight.

The man's eyes froze while reading the information, and he recalled her answer just now:

I know?

Shouldn't she have answered 'I see'?

Butler Qin's voice came over immediately:

"Miss Mu, you said this is my breakfast?"

"That's right, Butler Qin, seeing that you didn't come to the kitchen, I thought you might be busy, and this steamed dumpling was cold and tasteless, so I brought it here for you, eat it, I'm going back to the kitchen. "

Hearing Mu Yingxue's voice, Si Xuanting's fingertips gripped the document harder, and the document wrinkled up.

It turned out that the breakfast she served just now was not for him at all.

No wonder she answered yes.

Heh, did he just pretend to be passionate?

"Sir, your breakfast."

Aunt Lian respectfully brought up a beautiful porcelain plate. On the plate were nutritious and healthy sandwiches. In addition, knives and forks were also prepared, and a glass of warm milk was also prepared as usual.

This is his same breakfast every day.

"Good morning, Aunt Lian." Song Yu said hello, entered the restaurant, and said to Aunt Lian:

"I can smell the steamed buns and preserved egg porridge, Aunt Lian, has Xuan Ting changed the menu?"

"No, those were made by Mu Yingxue."

"Miss Mu? Does she know how to cook?"

"Well, I cook quite a lot, but my husband doesn't allow her to serve the third young master, so the servants are eating."

Song Yu glanced at the cold sandwich in front of Si Xuanting:

"I see that they are very happy to eat. Ms. Mu's cooking skills must be very good."

Song Yu happened to see Mu Yingxue go back to the kitchen and pass the dining room, and shouted:

"Miss Mu?"

Mu Yingxue turned her head and saw a man in beige sportswear in the restaurant looking at her warmly. He looked much warmer than the cold and unkind Mr. Si:

"you are?"

"I'm Song Yu, the third young master's personal doctor. Miss Mu had a heart attack last night, and I even saved her life."

After Song Yu finished introducing herself, Mu Yingxue came to her senses and stepped forward to Song Yu with a grateful smile:

"Hi Doctor Song, thank you last night."

Her voice was no longer cautious as before, Si Xuanting raised his eyes, just in time to see her smiling, when she laughed, it looked like white wildflowers on the grass that had been baptized by dew and greeted the morning sun, holy and clean.

The originally not-so-beautiful face became so much more radiant because of this smile that it made him dazed.

"It should be, it's nothing. Aunt Lian said that Ms. Mu made a lot of Chinese breakfast. I wonder if I can give me one? I eat sandwiches with Xuan Ting every day, and I really feel like vomiting."

Song Yu frowned as if a sandwich was an unpalatable thing, and Mu Yingxue was amused by him: "Of course, I'll go to the kitchen to get it right away, just wait a moment."

"Then thank you Miss Mu."

After Mu Yingxue turned around and left the restaurant, a man's gloomy voice came from beside Song Yu:

"Sandwich, want to throw up?"