I really want to be a cook

In terms of beauty, a young girl is already classy, ​​and in terms of figure, she is also one of the best in a hundred. Her small waist can only be grasped, her legs are slender and straight, without a single gap, even if she hides in the emerald green dress, she can't hide from Murong Chun. Double read the eyes of Qunfang.

In a sense, Murong Chun and Murong Zheng are indeed brothers.

They are equally horny.

It's just that Murongzheng's lust is indulgence, relying on his family background and money, he will use any means to hug the woman he likes to bed.

But Murong Chun's lust is restrained.

He knows when to enjoy and when to pursue.

He relies more on his own strength and talent to attract women. What he wants is not only people, but also women's hearts.

Of course, sometimes he wouldn't mind using a little trick.

However, although he has many dewy marriages, only three have blossomed and borne fruit.

It is precisely because of this kind of restraint that he was able to maintain the top ten progress rate of the younger generation of Murong's family even though he married a third concubine.

Even in the past two years, when the thirty-year mark is approaching, he has rarely been close to other women except his own concubine.

He knows what to do at what time.

At this moment, even if the number one beauty in the world strips off and throws her on his bed to be manipulated by him, it can't compare to her last finishing touch.

So it only took a short moment for Murong Chun's eyes to change from greedy to appreciative.

"Yuzhu, whose girl is this? Do you know? Seeing her reminds me of my first meeting with you ten years ago. You were so beautiful back then."

Murong Chun praised the two women in one sentence.

Well, a man and a woman.

Yuzhu covered her mouth and smiled lightly, pretending to be angry and said:

"Isn't the slave's house not beautiful now?"

Murong Chun quickly apologized:

"Of course it's still so beautiful, but you were a green apple back then, and now you are a peach, and the flavor is even better."

"There are outsiders."

Yuzhu lightly hammered Murong Chun's chest, slightly annoyed.

But she didn't forget about the business, and slowly brushed the long hair on her forehead behind her ears with her hands, and her every move was full of coquettish style.

She introduced softly:

"Sister Jingjing, let me introduce you. He is my husband-in-law, the eldest son of the second room of the Murong family, Murong Chun. You can call him Mr. Chun."

"Sister Xian'er, this is Miss Xian'er's maid, who came to learn from me. Miss Xian'er wants to raise a few orchids, so I will teach her."

"I've seen Mr. Chun."

A certain servant girl is very polite.

"Sister Xian'er is back?! Oh, I don't want to talk to my elder brother when I come back. Next time I meet, I have to talk about her."

Hearing Murong Xianxian's name, Murong Chun was very pleasantly surprised, as if he had just learned the news.

But in life, who is not an actor.

In fact, two days ago, his own younger brother was still crying to him about Murong Xianxian's overbearing, and wanted him to come forward and teach Murong Xianxian a lesson.

Thinking that he, Murong Zheng, is also an elder brother no matter what, don't scare him to pee his pants every now and then.

Well, for Murong Zheng, his request is only so little.

As for asking Murong Xianxian to apologize, that is a beautiful thing that only happens in a dream.

But Murong Chun was at a critical juncture of self-cultivation, so he wouldn't pay attention to Murong Zheng's nonsense, so naturally he sent him away with a few perfunctory words.

What's more, he is not the opponent of that white jew!

Don't look at people in their infancy, but there is no pressure to compete with ordinary masters.

He coughed twice, then said to the servant girl:

"Your name is Jingjing. My Yuzhu's hand in serving flowers is better than serving people. You should study hard. If you learn one and a half moves, you will benefit endlessly in this life."

Although Murong Chun spoke kindly, his tone was far away.

After all, you won't sleep with me, so what are you doing so close?

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

Yuzhu was repeatedly molested by her husband-in-law, her face was reddish, her eyes seemed to be dripping water, she stared at Murong Chun infatuatedly, her eyes were filled with amorous feelings.

It seemed that as long as Murong Chun said a word, she would abandon the light bulb next to her and fly away with him.

at this time.

A certain servant girl interrupted inappropriately: "I see, Mr. Chun."

"Well, Yuzhu, you should teach her well and give her a few seedlings later to try her hand, just talking about not practicing fake moves.

Then send a few perfect finished plants to Sister Xian'er's yard, so don't let people say that I am a stingy brother. "

After finishing speaking, Murong Chun went back to his room.

At the moment of beauty, restraint is the main priority.

He needs silence.

"Sister Jingjing, my husband has such a temper, don't mind."

Yuzhu is a very gentle and scheming woman.

Thanks to Murong Chun's excellent housekeeping ability, his third concubine has never blushed, and Yuzhu is quite favored, so in these years, nothing bad happened.

Her way of thinking about things is still at a very naive stage, which is why Murong Chun has always liked her.

It was tiring enough fighting outside, all he wanted was tenderness when he got home.

Sometimes, the more women don't want, the more men give.

In Sun Tzu's Art of War, this is called playing hard to get.

A certain maidservant pursed her lips with a timid look:

"I know that Mr. Chun is a good man."

Of course I don't mind, my young master just took one look and saw the green light on his head, the day of wearing the hat is not far away.

That's right, this jade bead is the green-hatted Murong Chun, the woman who was defiled by the flower picker Wan Boguang.

And this is Jiang Ping's plan b.

Since the information on the panel indicated that no one could be found for the time being, he just came to sit on the sidelines.

Ok?

Jiang Ping suddenly glanced at the gentle woman next to him, feeling a little jealous, but also very angry.

The jealousy is for Murong Chun, and the anger is for Wan Boguang.

Although we only got along for a short time, Jiang Ping could feel that this was a very good little woman, she had no scheming or ambition, and didn't like gold and silver, so she had to spend time with flowers and plants.

All she needs is a small world to be happy for a long time.

However, such a little woman suffered the greatest misfortune in her life, and even lost her own life because of it.

Life is not easy, does it depend on her repeating her previous fate?

Jiang Ping muttered secretly:

"Wan Boguang, there is no mission here, I have to kill you!"

Now that he's here, he can't watch this kind of tragedy happen again.

In this world, not everything needs profit as the driving force.

Of course, some words would be better.

But on the surface, she looked innocent and praised with a smile:

"Sister Yuzhu, you are really amazing."

Yuzhu waved her hands modestly and said:

"No, no, I'm actually not that good. A male gardener came to the house half a year ago, and he's really good.

Once, my Yuzhulan was almost burned to death, but he was rescued in the end.

He also taught me a lot of knowledge about other flowers. I will take you to meet him another day. If there is anything you don’t understand, you can go to him yourself. Although he is a little ugly, he is very gentle. "

Um? ! !

The eyes of a certain big carved maid suddenly lit up, and she caught a few key words.

Half a year ago, the male gardener had many contacts with Yuzhu

Could it be that this young master is really the Emperor of Heaven? !

Chapter 97?? I found you!

The next day.

Murong Mansion, back garden.

Jiang Ping has a pot of flowers in his left hand, a melon in his right, and behind him is a fat baby, um, a big white dog.

As a top-notch beast that cannibalizes people without blinking an eye, Bai Jie's hobbies are very unique, which even makes Jiang Ping feel a little unbelievable.

It actually likes to eat melons!

It must also be the kind of tender and tender cucumber with a small yellow flower on the top, with some burrs. After washing it, it will be crispy, sweet and juicy when bitten down.

Even if you say that you like to eat big bone sticks, I wouldn't be surprised, but why do you like to eat melons?

Heck, you're such a cutie.

While Jiang Ping was slandering, he unceremoniously bit off the most juicy part of the upper half of the cucumber, and threw the root of the remaining half back. I ate a small soy bean, but it was gone before I tasted it.

"Wang Wang!!"

Bai Jiao called out twice skillfully to express his thanks, without any feeling of reluctance before.

Gousheng, bah, if you are alive, you have to bow your head, not to mention its favorite cucumber.

Just a little bit less.

Bai Jie quickened his pace, and rubbed his big head towards Jiang Ping. There was no trace of fierceness in his big golden eyes, and his fawning eyes kept staring at the bag of small cucumbers in a net bag on Jiang Ping's chest, feeling so wronged that he wanted to drink grandma's child.

After these few days of training, Bai Jie became more and more like a big white dog.

This also made Murong Xianxian praise Jiang Ping for a while, and felt that appointing Jing Jing as the full-time breeder of Damao was simply the most correct decision she made after returning home.

For her, it doesn't matter if Da Mao is fierce or not, the most important thing is to be cute!

As for fighting, is it because she thinks her little fists don't hurt enough?

"Hey, I've given you everything, not a single one!"

It was a bit unbearable to be looked at by Bai Jie's eyes, so Jiang Ping couldn't help but self-reflect, did he go too far by training a top-notch beast of Piyi like this?

after a few seconds

Well, not too much at all, please step up.

However, he still took off the net bag and poured all his brains into Bai Jie's mouth.

"Today's share is all here, you will have nothing after eating."

Jiang Ping stroked the dull hair on Bai Jie's head, and said with a smile:

"Eating melons to do business, I will see you come to calm the scene later."

Bai Jie ate a mouthful of juice, and didn't care what Jiang Ping said to it, and even hit Jiang Ping with his head, as if to say: Don't beat me!

As a big family, the Murong family has a lot of background.

It's as if they never see a withered flower or a yellow leaf on the ground in their mansion. The huge Murong Mansion is always so clean and tidy, as if the filth has never had anything to do with them.

The effort required for this is naturally inseparable from the day and night dedication of the servants below.