fairy tale villain interpretation task

Anjia's dinner usually requires at least a whole day to prepare, and except for the cleaning process, the entire process is done manually.Although robots are already an extremely common tool in today's society, they are as common as a wrench and a water cup, but they are all programmed after all, but anyone with a head and a face will think that they are not flexible enough and innovative. So even though the use of human labor is extraordinarily expensive, socialite families like the Anjia still adopt the ancient human habit of paying big bucks for human waiters to set up their banquets.

To be honest, An Yunze felt that it was meaningless to do so other than pretending to be aggressive and showing off his wealth.

Number 963 said: "Maybe it's just because you are upset that you were woken up early in the morning?"

An Yunze said to it concisely: "Get lost."

Ever since he woke up in his original body, An Yunze found that he was extremely lethargic. If he hadn't something to do, he would have fallen asleep in a matter of minutes, so when he was sleeping soundly, he was caught by a sudden communication When I woke up, the air pressure on my forehead was as low as a city about to be landed by a typhoon, and it looked gloomy.

"Young master, Madam ordered me to choose a few dresses for you, and you need to come down and try them on now. If something doesn't fit, there is still time to change it." Cui Bing ignored his stormy face and said calmly.

An Yunze gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, you can just take a set of similar size, I don't choose clothes."

Cui Bing insisted: "No, young master. These dresses are all handmade. You need to try them on yourself, so that the designers can decide which one to choose according to your temperament and figure, and promptly modify the parts that don't fit. .”

An Yunze rubbed his temples with a headache, and at the same time he heard the number 963 laugh unabashedly in his mind. He felt very tired and missed the days when he was still a little transparent in the hospital.

He dragged his body to get up, followed Cui Bing's reminder to press his finger on the life detector beside the bed, and after confirming that the instrument showed that everything was normal, he went to wash with soft steps.

The busy people An Yuanpeng and Zhen Lingya had already left for work early. An Yunzhou didn't know if he was still sleeping, but the door had never been opened anyway.Cui Bing explained: "Young master will have a lot of new dresses every season, just choose one at night. I'm sorry because we didn't know when you will come back, so we have no preparations, so we have to disturb your rest now .”

"I don't know when I'll be back?" An Yunze sneered in his heart: "I'm afraid I never thought I would come back?"

He yawned, rubbed his eyes and reluctantly said: "Please hurry up, I want to rest for a while."

Cui Bing nodded, and several designers immediately spread out the clothes they brought and surrounded them.Thanks to An Yunze's role in the interpretation of the world, he is not opposed to the fact that others help him dress, and the designers are also very quick in their movements. They quickly marked various places that need to be corrected, and then according to Based on his overall image and figure, he chose two sets of dresses, one dark blue and one moon white.After being confirmed by them, I immediately took the clothes and went down to modify them.

An Yunze has been tossed for so long, his face is extremely haggard, his lips are pale, his eyes are half closed, like a wandering soul, he is about to float back upstairs to continue sleeping, but Cui Bing stops him and brings him He went to the restaurant and sat down on the seat, and quickly brought him a bowl of porridge.

The porridge was served in a small porcelain white cup, and the temperature was still very high. After Cui Bing lifted the lid, a delicious smell immediately came out, which instantly awakened An Yunze's mind.He took a breath intoxicated, and the heavy fatigue on his face was swept away immediately.

The porridge is not made of pure water, but a very fragrant pork bone soup. Among the snow-white rice grains, tender red shrimps are looming, and a handful of green onions are sprinkled on the surface. It is really delicious, even An Yunze Such a person with numb tongue after a long illness can't help but twitch his index finger when he sees it.

"It smells so good..." An Yunze sighed softly, raised his head and said seriously to Cui Bing, "Thank you."

Cui Bing smiled restrainedly, didn't say anything, left him to eat slowly, and then quickly left to do other things.

Usually An's breakfast is mainly Western-style food, but those things are not suitable for An Yunze's fragile stomach, so he specially ordered the chef to find out the ancient Chinese-style nutritious porridge recipe and make him a separate porridge.

"Housekeeper of Anzhai" is Cui Bing's job. On weekdays, he must fulfill the requirements of the boss's family to perfection. However, personally, his feelings for the three of the boss's family are extremely weak, and in many cases he is not optimistic about it. Their way of doing things is just to seek their own affairs in their positions, and it is not convenient for him to say more about other matters.

When he received the order to take An Yunze back to Anzhai, he was as calm as ever, thinking that he was just a weak and angry young man, but after meeting him, he realized that the young master was probably not what he imagined as simple as that.

The 25 years of illness and suffering did not distort his temperament, nor did he arrogantly arrogant because he felt that he had been neglected for a long time. On the contrary, he found that An Yunze had learned a lot by himself and made achievements. Make rude demands.Cui Bing remained calm on the surface, but secretly marveled in his heart, and developed a good impression of this strange young man.

On the other hand, the young master, a playboy who has grown up in a honey pot, is arrogant and domineering, and is often unreasonable. Compared with An Yunze, it forms a great contrast.Unknowingly, Cui Bing began to take good care of An Yunze subconsciously.

Not long after Cui Bing left, An Yunzhou finally came out of the room with sleepy eyes. He moved to the restaurant familiarly, and when he saw An Yunze, his eyebrows immediately raised.

Anyway, his parents were not around at this time, and Young Master An didn't have to pretend to show anyone, so he turned his face immediately: "Why are you here?"

An Yunze didn't even raise his eyelids, just pretended that the dog was barking, and continued to drink the porridge with a spoon.

Seeing this, An Yunzhou was about to go crazy. He slapped the table and shouted, "Hey! The young master is talking to you! Are you deaf?"

An Yunze gave him a cold look.He was clearly sitting on a chair. As far as the position is concerned, An Yunzhou who stood on the side and patted the table was of course taller, but An Yunzhou felt that his gaze was condescending for no reason, as if he didn't take himself seriously, which made him feel uncomfortable. The flames rushed into the sky with a "bass".

So An Yunzhou's anger grew from his heart to his gallbladder, he stepped over, raised his hand and swung the little white cup out.The white porcelain was fragile, and the porridge bowl was smashed on the marble floor tiles, and all died immediately, and most of the remaining porridge was spilled out, spreading innocent steam on the ground.

An Yunze's spoon stopped in mid-air, and there was still the last mouthful of clean porridge in it.His slender eyelashes drooped, he looked at the spoon expressionlessly, and drank the porridge bit by bit, then pushed away the chair and stood up, raised his hand to An Yunzhou. A loud slap.

An Yunzhou was caught off guard and was almost taken aback by him. He uncontrollably took half a step back and turned his face away.He blinked his eyelids in disbelief, raised his hand to touch his hot cheek, the whites of his eyes were quickly stained with bloodshot eyes, his face was ferocious, and he turned his head and was about to rush forward.

An Yunze's face was as cold as ice, but a handful of flames were burning in his eyes, he stood motionless, as if he would slap him again when he rushed up.

Cui Bing was doing other things when he received the urgent report from the kitchen servant. When he heard that the young master and the eldest master were arguing, he almost used all his strength to restrain himself from swearing. When he hurried to the restaurant, he happened to see An Yun Zhou blushed and wanted to rush towards An Yunze with a thick neck.He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately stepped forward and hugged An Yunzhou's waist, dragged his body, and said sharply: "Young master, calm down!"

"Let me go!" An Yunzhou kicked and kicked and struggled, gnashing his teeth and staring at An Yunze's face, "I must kill this bastard today!"

An Yunze sneered: "Who are you scolding?"

An Yunzhou said without hesitation: "The bastard scolded you!"

Cui Bing almost knelt down to the Eldest Young Master, and at this moment, he was still in the mood to make a joke!

Fortunately, the young master's mind was already confused by anger at this time, he didn't turn the corner for a while, didn't realize that he was scolding himself, and kept breaking Cui Bing's arm: "Get out of here!"

Cui Bing's glasses were knocked crooked by his elbow, and if he didn't dodge in time, his straight nose would not be spared. At this time, he tilted his head back desperately, and said in the direction of An Yunze: "Master, You go upstairs first, I will clean up here..."

An Yunzhou shouted: "Shut up! This is my grievance with him, is it your fault?"

An Yunze glanced at him, and said to Cui Bing, "Okay, then I'll go up first. I'm sorry to trouble you."

An Yunzhou shouted: "You dare to go and try! Come back to me! Cui Bing! Do you still want to fuck at my house?"

The young master looks like a mad dog, and he is not a child that can be easily controlled. Cui Bing had to take a little effort to grab his paw that was constantly stretching towards An Yunze, and whispered in his ear: "Little Master! What did Mr. and Mrs. say? There is a banquet tonight, and the media will definitely be there. If you hurt the young master now, how will the evening end!"

An Yunzhou shouted: "I don't care! I must beat him!"

An Yunze really wanted to give him another sneer, but this would definitely make him more angry, which would not be conducive to Cui Bing's actions, so he had no choice but to give up and left the restaurant as Cui Bing said.

Cui Bingdao: "Young master, listen to me! If the media finds out that the two of you brothers are at odds, and then writes scribbles on the star network, the husband and wife will definitely be very upset, and will definitely come back to ask the teacher! At that time, even if the young master If you can't run away, you can't get away with it!"

These words forcefully poured into his mind through Young Master An's pair of decorative ears, leaving a little space for his brain that was almost burnt dry, An Yunzhou managed to think rationally for a while What Cui Bing said, he had to admit that he was right.

He can't make trouble in front of his parents!

An Yunzhou's fire failed to reach the target, and he couldn't vent his anger on Cui Bing casually, so he had to suppress himself into a gourd, and the slap marks on his face quickly swelled up, showing clear marks.

Seeing that he finally calmed down a little, Cui Bing let him go slowly, straightened his glasses, and made a private comment, and found that the Eldest Young Master's hand shape was actually pretty good-looking.

An Yunzhou sat down on the chair angrily, and glared at him, "Hurry up and get me the medicine? Do you want me to hold this stuff all the time?"

Cui Bing answered yes in a low voice, and quickly left the restaurant.

After An Yunze returned to the room, he immediately threw himself on the bed in a large shape, buried his face in the pillow, and said sullenly, "It's uncomfortable."

Number 963 said: "Huh? It shouldn't be. I have already rewarded you with life. It stands to reason that your body should no longer have symptoms."

An Yunze said: "I feel uncomfortable."

Number 963 said "Oh", "Relax, didn't you know that brat was sick a long time ago?"

An Yunze raised his face, and said quietly: "No, I'm just sad that I haven't finished that bowl of porridge... After all, it really tastes good."

Number 963 was speechless to him.

An Yunze said: "Hey, by the way, can you be attached to other people's consciousness?"

Number 963 instantly understood what he meant: "You want me to monitor An Yunzhou?"

"Those who know me are 963."

"No." Number 963 refused straight away, "This is an infringement of other people's right to privacy."

"..." An Yunze almost screamed: "Invasion of other people's privacy? My God, I will hear this sentence from you one day!"

Number 963 said: "It sounds like you are mocking me."

"That's right, I'm just mocking you!" An Yunze glared at the void: "You've been in my mind for so long, and I didn't even ask you to pay for my right to privacy!"

"Uh, you are the executor..." Number 963 thought about it guiltyly, and had to admit that this rule was very unfair.

An Yunze said: "I'm sad, I want compensation."

Number 963 laughed dryly, the CPU ran two laps quickly, and finally compromised: "Okay, I'll help you secretly once... just once! I'm going to risk breaking discipline!"

An Yunze's face immediately turned from cloudy to clear, and he said dog-leggedly: "Daddy, you are so kind, thank you, Daddy!"

Number 963: "...shut up, shame to death!"

An Yunze pretended not to hear, and urged number 963 to go quickly.Number 963 had nothing to do with him, so he had no choice but to keep out of sight and out of mind, quietly entered An Yunzhou's consciousness, and was immediately overwhelmed by the overwhelming small glass bottles in An Yunzhou's mind.

Number 963: "...Fuck!"

The author has something to say:

Want to drink fresh shrimp porridge...