Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

After taking a hot bath and having a good night's sleep, Lin Yuze got up at six o'clock, full of energy.

After cleaning up, he asked Butler Murong who also got up early, and then went into the kitchen.

When I said yesterday that I would cook for Mr. Chu, it wasn't just talk.

"Master Lin, the hotel's chef will prepare breakfast for you, so you don't have to work so hard." Murong Jing, who was following behind him, looked at Lin Yuze's white fingers and reminded him seriously.

Let’s not talk about your cooking skills for now. Just look at the delicate skin and tender flesh. If it gets bumped or hurt again, the master will be heartbroken.

Lin Yuze took out two eggs, rolled them twice on the chopping board, then turned to look at Butler Murong with a look of disapproval.

"First, you can call me Uncle Murong, who is capable. Second, I am a good cook. Cooking is not a problem at all."

Uncle Murong?

What is this name?

Murong Jing pointed at his own face and looked at Lin Yuze uncertainly, his face full of questions.

I am only 31 years old and still a young man. How come I am older than him for no reason?

Lin Yuze raised his eyebrows and did not comment.

He is just an uncle. Since the first time I met him, I have never seen any other color on him except black.

And this style, isn’t it the uncle style?

Murong Jing left the kitchen with some doubt in his life, took out his cell phone and called the team's imperial physician Shen Yu.

Shen Yu, who had just returned from hunting for beauties last night and had been asleep for less than two hours, was pounding his pillow angrily, and his back teeth were almost broken when he spoke.

"Who's going to die again? It's so early in the morning, can you let me get some good sleep?"

Murong Jing took the phone away and asked in confusion, "Are you unsatisfied? Didn't you enjoy the white-skinned kid last night?"

The man, who was originally just lacking sleep, was now like a lion whose tail was stepped on, and he was completely furious.

"Do as you please, Murong Jing. You'd better have something important to do, or I'll make sure you can never be a man again."

Murong Jing was calm, and said with a smile: "Oh? With your lousy fighting skills?"

When he mentioned this, Doctor Shen became even angrier, "Murong Jing, go to hell...ah..."

Butler Murong, who was always strict, burst into laughter, and after laughing he did not forget to comfort the angry guy opposite him.

"Haha...Okay, let me ask you something serious."

"put!"

"What?" The almighty butler Murong was a little confused this time.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly..." Shen Yu couldn't bear it anymore and dug his ears.

"Tsk tsk... Hey, brother, can you throw away your old phone, buy a smart phone, connect to the Internet to watch beautiful girls and handsome guys, and keep up with the latest trends?"

This sentence is the key point, "Do you also think that I am out of fashion and too old-fashioned?"

"You still have some self-awareness. Tomorrow, throw away your black clothes and that gentleman-style vest, so as not to be criticized for nothing."

Murong Jing lowered his head, looked at his old cell phone, then looked at the black clothes, and it seemed to make some sense.

"Elders? I see. Next time we meet, remember to call me grandpa."

After Murong Jing finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone, ignoring the person on the other end who was jumping up and down in anger.

Shen Yu stared at the call end page, and was so angry that he wanted to rush over and beat that guy up.

Damn, you were almost forced upon me last night, and now you’re being laughed at today. Murong Jing, I’ll remember you.

And that little brat, don’t let me catch you again. If you dare to target me, I will make you regret coming to this world.

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At half past six, Butler Murong knocked on the door and went into Chu Tingfeng's bedroom as usual, cleaning the room and taking care of his life.

Chu Tingfeng, who had just finished shaving, glanced at this omnipotent butler and stayed there for three full seconds.

"Murong, are you...changing your style?" Where did you get this clothes?

Hearing this, Murong Jing pulled down the hem of his shirt and said, "Master, what do you think of my outfit? Does it make me look a lot younger?"

Chu Tingfeng looked him up and down, then gave a six-word evaluation.

"Immature and unstable."

On the dining table, a Chinese breakfast was freshly cooked, still steaming. Lin Yuze came out with a bowl of wonton. When he saw Chu Tingfeng, he pointed at the table in a somewhat boastful manner.

"Morning, Mr. Chu, come and try my cooking."

I didn't expect the boy to get up early to cook. Moreover, he was wearing an apron, holding a bowl, and looking so well-behaved, giving a warm feeling of home.

It’s like... a newly-wed wife makes breakfast for her beloved husband and carefully makes the fried eggs into the shape of a heart.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Chu Tingfeng imagined the warmth between the couple and drove his wheelchair to the dining table. There were fried eggs, but they were not in the shape of a heart.

Shake your head to drive away those advanced fantasies in your head.

Not to mention the heart-shaped fried eggs, even if you make them, you should make them yourself for the teenagers.

After all, when that day really comes, he may not be able to get up so early and go into the kitchen; even if he can, he will still feel bad.

Ah no…if you can, then you should ask yourself if you are not trying hard enough and if you have fulfilled your responsibilities as a lover.

Lin Yuze had no idea that he had only made breakfast but Mr. Chu had already imagined the "Akina Mountain".

Looking at the housekeeper Murong who came in later, his eyes lit up, "Brother Murong, this outfit is nice, it makes you look much younger."

Hiss...Why does it feel like the temperature has dropped?

Murong Jing calmly touched the goose bumps on the back of his hand and glanced at the person in the wheelchair.

Sure enough, this is the source of the air conditioning!

Under Chu Tingfeng's sharp gaze, Murong Jing smiled awkwardly, "Thank you, Master Lin."

"You're welcome, Brother Murong, come and have dinner."

Feeling that more and more knives were scraping his body, Murong Jing had no choice but to grit his teeth and remind Lin Yuze.

"Master Lin, you are too polite. I am the master's butler. You can just call me 'Murong'."

Murong Jing was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. It sounded comfortable to hear someone call him Brother Murong, but the feeling of being glared at or frozen by cold air was simply too torturous.

If this had happened before, when the master was still healthy, what would have been waiting for me was the training ground. If I couldn't withstand dozens or hundreds of punches, I would have forgotten about leaving the field.

"I've already told you that you don't have to call me Master Lin. You can call me by my name."

"Okay, Master Lin."

amount……

Lin Yuze was speechless!

Forget it, if I don’t eat it now, the breakfast will get cold.

Children from poor families have to grow up early. Thanks to his experience working in the breakfast shop owned by a neighbor aunt when he graduated from junior high school, Lin Yuze’s cooking skills are very good.

Chu Tingfeng ate a bowl of porridge, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and his eyes fell on the bowl of porridge next to him that belonged to Murong Jing.