After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

Since rescuing Pearly and Colin together in the forest, Thomas and Yang Yi's relationship has become much more harmonious.

The Huntington and Woolley families came to express their gratitude to Yang Yi, and the people in the village became more and more friendly to her. Yang Yi helped Miranda pick up the mail. When passing through the village, she received many invitations for afternoon tea, but Yang Yi declined them all.

She likes this small town with simple folk customs more and more.

It's dinner time.

The rectangular dining table is covered with white tablecloth, and a bouquet of flowers cut from the garden is placed in a retro flower vase. The color scheme has the beauty of an oil painting. Miranda is an elegant old lady. Although her aesthetic level is not as good as that of her artist master, she is not much worse.

That day, Miranda went to have afternoon tea with the neighbor's wife. Yang Yi saw that the flowers in the vase were withered, so he picked a bunch of flowers from the garden and put them into the vase, but no matter how he arranged them, they were not as beautiful as Miranda's ones.

Thomas came downstairs just in time to see him, with a stern look on his face. His thin lips wriggled, trying to spit out some taunting words. As if thinking of something, he closed his mouth and turned around to go up to the second floor. .

Yang Yi could see the meaning of "out of sight, out of mind" from his face.

"You eat too little, Frieza," Miranda said.

Yang Yi swallowed the smelly sardines without changing his expression, chewed a portion of the barbecue casually twice, forced it through his throat, and dropped it into his stomach.

Finally, she took a few sips of tea to wash away the dead smell of food in her mouth.

"It tastes great. I wonder when I can learn your craft." Yang Yi flattered with a bit of exaggeration.

"Oh, Frieza, your little mouth is so sweet! Mr. Thomas has never praised my cooking." Miranda said with a smile, and glanced at Thomas at the table, "Don't worry, British cuisine should be the best in the world." Let’s serve the simplest cuisine. Mr. Thomas has no special dietary requirements, as long as it can feed his stomach!”

Thomas's right wrist was bitten by a wolf and has not yet healed. After saving two children last time, the injury became more serious. The doctor said that if he still wants to be a painter and sculptor who creates with his hands, it will take at least another month or two. No gravity activities can be done.

Hearing Miranda's slightly dissatisfied words, he seemed deaf and didn't even look at it. He held the fork with his left hand and struggled with the food.

Miranda put away the dinner plates and was about to leave. When she saw Thomas' appearance, she coughed slightly and said to Yang Yi: "Friza, dear, why don't you help Mr. Thomas?" After saying that, the corner of her mouth curled up inexplicably. With a smile, he turned and entered the kitchen.

So, Yang Yi moved his chair close to Thomas, took his knife and fork, and helped him cut the barbecue on the plate into small pieces that were easy to eat. He said with a faint smile: "Dear Essex Your Majesty, please let your loyal servants serve you for your meal!"

This kind of title is obviously very respectful in other people's mouth, but why does it sound weird in her mouth? Thomas glanced at her: "I didn't hear any respect from your respectful tone."

"That's probably because I'm not familiar with British aristocratic etiquette. Your Excellency, please bear with me." Yang Yi imitated the British accent in a pretentious manner.

Thomas waved his hand: "Come on, Frieza, let me be quiet for a while. Isn't it just to avoid these hypocritical etiquette and pretentious attitudes in a small village?"

Yang Yi smiled brightly: "In view of your noble status, I am just doing the etiquette in line with your status, sir."

Thomas looked at her intently, almost making Yang Yi confused, "Friza, are you not a fanatical democrat? A supporter of the abolition of the monarchy? Are you mocking me? Because of my identity?"

Yang Yi forked a piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth, and said in a calm tone: "This is the politics of your country and has nothing to do with me. I'm just curious about how you have lived since you were a child? You don't know, for someone like you I am envious and jealous of the great aristocrats and bourgeoisie who have been pampered since childhood."

She didn't know why, but she didn't seem to care so much recently, and her behavior was more casual than usual. Perhaps it stems from jealousy of this kind of person who is born with everything, perhaps it is the avoidance of the upcoming disaster, or perhaps it is a willfulness that breaks the pot.

In the past, she cared a lot about the emotions of the people around her, and was afraid of offending others and what others would think of her. This heavy interpersonal relationship even became a burden to her.

But recently, she suddenly stopped caring and even wanted to deliberately offend others.

Thomas said in a harsh tone: "How to live? Hypocritical aristocratic etiquette, chaotic private life, bloody fights for power and interests, couples who seem to be inseparable, cold parent-child relationships - there is nothing new under the sun, nothing more than these. ! If you want more details, order a copy of Britain's largest-selling tabloid, where all your curiosities will be satisfied!"

His tone was full of disgust and indifference, making her regret her whim.

Yang Yi soon realized that her attitude was abnormal, and she sincerely apologized: "Okay, Mr. Thomas, I apologize to you! Now I am not serving you as a maid, but helping you as a friend. Come, Open your mouth, ah——"

Thomas accepted her apology, opened his mouth and took the piece of barbecue into his mouth. After swallowing, he raised his face proudly and praised her: "Well done, Frieza." He said with a gesture. Napkins beside the table.

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth curled up, and he picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.

"You did a good job as a maid, Frieza. Maybe one day you will be promoted to my housekeeper and take over Miranda's job." Thomas said calmly with a smile in his brown-green eyes.

Yang Yi lowered her brows, and there was a sadness in her eyes, but it quickly dissipated, "I hope one day." She said.

Thomas was very sensitive to this detail, and he said implicitly: "I hope there will be an honest day between us, Frieza."

Yang Yi pursed her lips and said nothing.

She picked up the knife and fork and looked around, "Would you like some more? Compared to a man of the same height, you are a bit too thin, Mr. Thomas."

"What? You like that?" Thomas suddenly sneered and looked at the TV not far away.

Yang Yi turned around and saw an off-road vehicle commercial playing on the TV screen: After several dazzling shots showing the performance of off-road vehicles, Chris Norton got out of the car wearing camouflage outdoor equipment. Sweat flowed down his cheeks, neck, and onto his clothes. In the collar. When he bent down to get the water bottle, his strong thighs, plump buttocks, and healthy and wild curves were really manly.

Yang Yi licked her lower lip unconsciously.

"It seems that you really like this!" Thomas said inexplicably.