[Pride and Prejudice] Lady Makes Money

Manli put the baked omelette on a plate, and when she turned her head, she saw Gene standing blankly at the door without saying a word, and she couldn't help but be surprised.

"Mr. Gene?"

She called out tentatively.

"Huh? Ah, it's very fragrant."

Gene immediately woke up and replied subconsciously.

Manli: "..."

Following his gaze, Manli glanced at the egg pancake in her hand, pursed her lips, and said politely with some reluctance: "I baked some pancakes, would you like to try some?"

"Of course!"

Before Manli's voice fell to the ground, Gene answered quickly.

Then, he even took two steps forward and took the plate from her hand.

Manli: "..."

Seeing the freshly baked, golden egg pancakes with hints of light green and tangy fragrance on the plate, Man Li refused in her heart!

She is also very hungry!

But thinking about how this person in front of him defended himself and his family today...

I had no choice but to grin my lips resignedly, and squeezed out a forced smile at Gene: "You haven't eaten dinner yet, okay? Then wait outside first, and I'll make some more."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked back to the stove.

With the idea of ​​a quick fix, she re-cut a plate of pickled cucumbers and mixed a lettuce salad. Seeing that there was leftover lettuce next to it, she made another boiled lettuce.

In less than half an hour, Manli had already made three small dishes with quick movements.

Gene didn't follow Manli's suggestion and go to the restaurant outside to wait. Instead, he stood silently in the kitchen near the door and watched quietly.

His eyes were in a trance again, and for some reason, he remembered those past events that had long been buried in the deepest part of his memory.

Even as the most beloved youngest son of the Duke's family, Jean spent much more time with nannies and servants than his parents did in his childhood, just like his elder brothers and sisters.

So much so that until now, when he occasionally thinks about his childhood life, the chubby nanny is what pops up in Jean's mind most, not his magnificent mother.

He can still vaguely remember that the nanny liked to sit on a wooden chair with thick cushions, and tell him stories by the bed while coaxing him to sleep.

And what he liked to hear most was never the stories of dragons and warriors or elves and fairies. He liked to hear the nanny tell her life at home.

The nanny told him that she also had a young son.When she has one day off every month, she will go back and cook a meal for her son, and then the family will happily sit together and chat while eating.

At this time, Jean would imagine what kind of scene it was?He would even envy the servant's son whom he had never met.

After so many years, the nanny stopped serving by his side because of her age.

Gene thought that he had long forgotten those childish past events, but now, looking at Manli whose back was turned to him, he remembered it again.

After finishing the dishes, Manli made a raw porridge with the shredded chicken marinated before.

Turning off the fire, she looked at Jin who was still in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking. She didn't ask any more questions, and just poured two bowls of porridge.

"what is this?"

Sitting at the dining table, following Manli's example, Gene put a spoonful of raw shredded chicken porridge into his mouth, and was immediately amazed by the fresh, smooth and tender taste that he had never felt before.

"Vegetable shredded chicken porridge. First cook the porridge with rice, then put chicken and lettuce in it."

Manli thought for a while, and then quickly added: "Although I put ginger when marinating the chicken before, it was picked out when cooking the porridge. So you can eat it with confidence."

Gene froze for a moment, not understanding what she meant?

But he realized right away that Manli should have heard all Darcy teased him in the morning.

So, at that time, he pretended to be calm, and this girl saw everything in her eyes and kept it in her heart?

Thinking of this, Gene's ears started to feel hot, and his eyes began to dodge for the first time, feeling a little embarrassed.

But there seems to be a flower quietly blooming in my heart.

He coughed lightly twice, quickly filled a spoonful of porridge with a spoon as if to cover up, and looked carefully.

Looking at the boiled rice grains that almost melted, admiration welled up in his eyes again.

He raised his head to look at the girl opposite, and sighed sincerely: "Miss Manli, your hands must have been blessed by God, with the power to turn decay into magic."

Manli's face became hot when he said such exaggerated compliments.

But there is no way to explain the skill of cooking porridge. Almost everyone from the East is born with it, so it is not worthy of praise.

She had no choice but to change the subject: "Try that omelette, it's been a little long, I don't know if it's cold? See if it suits your taste?"

Gene obediently put a piece of cake on his plate, and took a bite, only to find it soft and chewy, salty and delicious.The rich egg aroma is also mixed with a burnt aroma (chopped green onion) from plants that I have never tasted before.

That taste filled his entire mouth, and it was a little different from the smoothness of chicken porridge before.

The taste of this food is thicker, which instantly increases his appetite, and he can't wait to eat all the ones on the plate immediately!

"You can try it with some side dishes. I pickled the pickled cucumbers myself, and the lettuce salad is also very refreshing."

Manli reminded again.

Gene couldn't care less about talking now, and following Manli's prompt, he tasted every food on the table.

Then I found sadly that my stomach seemed to have become a bottomless pit, which couldn't be filled no matter what.

He saw that Miss Manli had been so startled by him that she stopped talking, she just quietly drank the porridge in the bowl, not even daring to eat more vegetables.

As if he was afraid that he would not have enough to eat.

Gene felt a little embarrassed, but still couldn't control the speed of his men.

In order not to embarrass himself too much, he took the initiative to find a topic: "Miss Manli, this cake is really delicious! I wonder if you would mind giving me a copy of this secret recipe? I think my father will also I like it very much."

"No problem, I'll make a copy for you tomorrow." Manli agreed without thinking.

Gene suddenly became excited, and quickly asked: "How much price do you think is suitable?"

Manli had a look of obvious astonishment on her face.

She put down the spoon in her hand, looked at the man opposite, and asked seriously: "Mr. Jean, do you think that all my things are going to be exchanged for money? It's just a cake, and it's not a gift between friends." Is it ok, why do we have to talk about money? Could it be that these porridge

Shall I also give you the money first? "

Gene was a little speechless for a while when she said it, and he didn't know how to explain it.

"That's different."

He pondered for a moment, and his expression became serious.

"Miss Manli, I think you may not understand the true value of these recipes."

He pointed to several CDs on the table: "Do you think I can eat like this if someone else made it?"

Manli: "..."

Finally, she couldn't hold back and turned her head to the side to hide the smile on her lips.

And Gene also laughed, completely unconcerned.

He shrugged handsomely again: "Look, I couldn't control myself and made a fool of myself in front of a beautiful lady. Can't I prove how delicious they are?"

"And such delicacy itself is the embodiment of its value." He said word by word.

Manli was a little surprised by what Gene said.

She has been here for more than half a year, and this is the first time she has seen someone who can talk about money in front of outsiders so calmly, without feeling ashamed at all.

And this man is a nobleman.

In her impression, people here are ashamed to talk about money, and even more ashamed to do business.

The higher the status, the more this is the case.

Just like my father, such an open-minded person, no matter how much he pampers himself, he would be sternly rejected when he said he wanted to go to see his uncle.

She looked at Gene curiously, as if she knew him again.

For a moment, I even wondered if the person in front of me was dressed in clothes like her?

But where did he wear it?which era?

Anyway, it won't be Cong Hua.

Manli's thoughts had diverged infinitely, and she even began to wonder if she could come up with a secret code to find her "fellow villager".

And Gene didn't know a thing.

He said to Manli solemnly: "Don't learn from those people, they are duplicity. While enjoying the benefits brought by money, while desperately keeping the relationship apart, it is extremely hypocritical! Since these secret recipes can be used in exchange for a better life , is there any reason not to use it?"

"This, this, this..."

Gene pointed to all the empty plates on the table: "These recipes can sell for a good price, why hide them?"

He looked at Manli excitedly and asked back.

But Manli didn't seem as excited as he was.

She just sat there with her eyes downcast, without saying a word, making it impossible to see what was going on in her heart.

Gene suddenly panicked, and before he had time to use his brain, he added another sentence: "Of course, I don't think there is anything wrong with your current life."

After he finished speaking, he realized how afraid he was that the girl in front of him would be unhappy, and that humble tone was not at all his usual reckless manner.

"That's not for sale either."

Jin said so much, but Manli was completely unmoved, she shook her head and said.

Then he stood up from his seat and smiled at Gene.

"Thank you very much for your frankness. I will seriously consider what you said tonight. But I don't sell this secret recipe."

Gene also stood up from his seat, but didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Everything he said just now was true, but he didn't expect to be so resolutely rejected by the other party.

For a moment, Gene's mood was a little complicated, and his face also changed a few times.

"Money is very important, but not the most important. In my opinion, the relationship between friends cannot be calculated by money. If Mr. Jean regards me as a friend, I will write the prescription to you tomorrow, please Take it."

Manli said as she knelt at him and was about to leave.

But was stopped by Jin.