Grandpa Fu's little milk bag is soft and sweet

The servants, who knew well about their negligence this time, tremblingly waited for the punishment, but they never expected to see this scene by accident.

Everyone knew that Master Cheng had brought back a stranger, but no one knew that the cold-faced Yan would have such a gentle side.

Nan Yu, who was pinched down, said aggrievedly, "I...I just want to cook for Mr. Fu."

But he didn't expect human cooking to be more difficult than he imagined.

Suddenly smoked without doing anything.

Fu Jiecheng's heart was broken by the little rabbit's words.

Rabbits are most afraid of heat.

The little rabbit went into the kitchen for him.

Fu Jiecheng held Nan Yu's face and stroked it lovingly, "Someone will take care of it."

The white and clean little rabbit turns into a black rabbit when it comes out.

Even if he wants to eat, he is not willing to let the little guy go in and suffer.

"But I want to do it for Mr. Fu myself." Nan Yu insisted.

He even raised his head to show Fu Jiecheng his firm eyes.

"Okay, okay." Fu Jie couldn't resist, and compromised with a smile.

"Then Mr. Fu eat now?"

"Now?" Fu Jiecheng was a little surprised.

He thought that the little rabbit was just frying the kitchen, but he didn't expect to make it?

The butler next to him was speechless.

He gave the white jade and brought it with him, and he didn't even care about frying the kitchen.

The status of Young Master Nan Yu in the heart of Master Cheng is self-evident.

If he wanted to sound a reminder at this time, nine out of ten he would be used as a target.

Seeing the person who came out of the kitchen holding the black and invisible thing, the housekeeper took a deep breath, the love of master and servant for many years had already made him start to pray for his master.

As soon as the thing got closer, a strong burning smell came out.

Fu Jiecheng frowned imperceptibly, with some bad premonition, in order not to disappoint the little rabbit, he asked cooperatively, "What is this?"

"Carrot!" Nan Yu showed off and handed his masterpiece to Fu Jiecheng.

If the little rabbit hadn't mentioned the radish, it would be hard for Fu Jiecheng not to think it was a piece of charcoal, "Roasted radish?"

Nan Yu shook his head, "Steam the radish."

Fu Jiecheng: "..."

Being able to steam like this is also a technique.

"Who taught you?" Fu Jiecheng asked.

Nan Yu looked at the housekeeper innocently.

The latter broke out in a cold sweat.

Damn, he taught it right, but who would have thought that Young Master Nanyu would have his own ideas, he wouldn't even let the water go!

Nan Yu didn't wait for the expected reaction, and asked, "Did I not do well?"

As soon as the little guy lowered his head, his eyes were full of disappointment. How could Fu Jiecheng think so much, so he quickly took the black thing in his hand, "No, you did a good job."

Little Rabbit believed Mr. Fu's words completely.

Seeing Fu Jiecheng take his lunch, Nan Yu muttered for a long time before he dared to say, "Mr. Fu accepted my radish, can you not blame them?"

Unexpectedly, Nan Yu would help to intercede, and everyone looked at him in surprise.

Even Fu Jiecheng was surprised, "Why?"

"They are all very good, but the housekeeper is even better. He taught me how to use a knife, how to make a fire, how to cook, and..."

The housekeeper lived for more than 50 years, and felt the feeling of myocardial infarction for the first time.

He understood that Young Master Nanyu wanted to intercede for them, but he said that it was either knife or fire, it was like putting him on the guillotine.

Nan Yu didn't see Fu Jiecheng nodding until the end.

Thinking of the fear of Mr. Fu in those people's eyes, he gritted his teeth and took the things in Fu Jiecheng's hand with guilt, "If Mr. Fu doesn't agree, I won't give you the radish."

The housekeeper was so frightened that he almost ran away from home.

Young Master Nanyu is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, and dares to threaten Master Cheng.

This is taboo!

Seeing those black eyes gradually turning frosty, the housekeeper could no longer choose to remain silent, "Master Cheng, it was my fault, I..."

"Housekeeper." Fu Jiecheng interrupted, his deep voice revealing a penetrating coldness, "This is not an example."

Everyone looked at each other, thinking they had heard wrong.

This is the first time that Lord Cheng, who knows rewards and punishments, has forgiven.

Seeing the look of amnesty on the faces of the servants, Nan Yu knew that Fu Jiecheng had agreed, so he quickly imitated them and stood up straight and bowed, "Thank you, Lord Cheng."

Nan Yu is definitely the only one who dares to threaten Fu Jiecheng and still be safe and sound.

However, the little guy was too innocent and kind, and he was unwilling to get angry and blame him.

Fu Jiecheng pinched the little milk fat as if punishing, but his voice was gentle, "Little thing, can you give me something?"

Even if he couldn't eat it, it was the first time the little guy made it for him.

Sealed up, but also commemorative.

But Fu Jiecheng had a lot of calculations, and he couldn't count the little guy's eagerness to get affirmation when he was cooking for the first time.

The black lacquered thing was held in front of him again, and he said as if flattering:

"Mr. Fu, I'll feed you."?