am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

I feel that the museum flower whose blush has not faded seems to have doubted me, Wang Mo thought.

So he didn't give the other party too much time and room to think, but immediately put on a soft look, and slumped down in front of Hua'er's face in the museum whose blush hadn't faded, and was quickly pushed aside. The maids in the house were supported.

"Young Mistress, are you alright, Young Mistress!" The surrounding maids asked Wang Mo sincerely like stars and moons.

"It's okay, just a little dizzy." Wang Mo looked soft, shaking his head to show that he was fine, and at the same time seemed to be slightly drunk, showing a picture of not being able to use his strength.

Hua'er, whose blush did not smudge, looked at Wang Mo that he was comparable to a movie king. In fact, he was the movie king's acting skills. Baby son has absorbed at least part of his life force.

"Since the young mistress said she is fine, why don't you hurry up and help the young mistress to the small kitchen and let her make a mess of it. This can be regarded as fulfilling a little bit of filial piety to the old body." The museum where the blush did not fade Guan Hua'er said very sympathetically.

Wang Mo: "..."

Don't worry, I will do my best to fulfill my "filial piety", Wang Mo thought secretly in his heart, but on the surface, he still pretended to be weak, and was supported by a group of mothers and maids who looked at him and were full of maternal love Then, the stars went to the small kitchen like the moon.

When he arrived in the small kitchen, Wang Mo watched the surroundings carefully.

He found that although the gate of this house was just a sparrow compared with Xun Ying's house, although the sparrow was small, it had all the internal organs and everything it should have.

Wang Mo: "..."

Looking at the vivid details around him, Wang Mo fell into deep thought.

"Young Mistress, are you still not feeling well? How about this, you sit on the bench next to you for a while, we weigh a few kinds of food, and when we send them back, you just say that you made it yourself."

Seeing Wang Mo's pensive look, the maids, who are full of maternal love, thought that his body was still weak, so they gave him some advice.

"Huh? No, I can handle this little thing." Wang Mo came back to his senses, then shook his head, and said cheerfully.

He just smiled politely in an ordinary social manner, and instantly gained a group of fans.

Wang Mo: "..."

It seems that even if my superstar temperament is in various small reincarnations, it is still very lethal to NPCs, Wang Mo thought.

So Wang Mo began to put on an apron, and started the journey of weighing three times and frying two.

At the same time, while preparing the ingredients, he also heard the servant girl introduce him to the situation of the kitchen.

It turns out that this small kitchen is used for cooking small stoves. When the chef is around, there are quite a lot of dishes that can be cooked. Although the family cooks some noodles at weddings and funerals, I still have to go to big restaurants on the street. Specially hired people, but the chefs here can usually handle the meals that can be bought in ordinary small restaurants.

In contrast, there is a big kitchen at home, but although it is called a big kitchen, it has more functions as a warehouse. It is usually used to pile up cheap and easy-to-store food, and it is used for making big pots of rice. The servants eat, and the person in charge of the spoon is not even a chef, but an apprentice who learns from the chef in a small kitchen.

The maids who are full of maternal love don't really have to tell Wang Mo these things, but they all like to pester Wang Mo for chatting. If they have any vision, the topic can't leave the familiar one-third of the acre. It's gone.

The details are perfect, Wang Mo thought, this small reincarnation is the most complete one he has experienced so far.

Wang Mo remembered that Xun Ying said that the exquisiteness of the details of the small reincarnation has a lot to do with the upper limit of the aura of the master of the small reincarnation, which further confirmed the results obtained by his various algorithms. It seems that the delicate Men are indeed...

While thinking about it, he moved his hands very quickly, very neatly...

Just fried a poached egg.

And it's not the kind of candy heart, it's just a very simple egg.

Wang Mo quickly poured out the poached eggs from the pot, and then put them into a rather finely crafted plate, completing his last procedure as a "chef", arranging the plate.

"It's done." Wang Mo said.

The flood of maternal love has completely become the maids who have become fans of mothers: "..."

"Okay, okay, young mistress, I'll help you clean the pot, and you can start cooking the next dish." One of the maids who had become mother fans because of their maternal love was thinking for a while and said.

"It's done, just this one." Wang Mo said succinctly.

I think that when he just started to accept Xun Ying's pursuit, he was very lucky to eat a poached egg after eating the meal he cooked. Another story, Wang Mo thought.

"This... just one egg?" said the maid, who was completely fanned by her mother's love, in disbelief.

"Oh, it's kind of shabby, isn't it?"

Wang Mo thought for a while and then mercifully added a few drops of soy sauce to the plate.