Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Huhu... I forgot I had to do some cleaning today. I almost got late."

"Remember to remind yourself earlier next time. If the head maid finds out, your wages will be deducted. There's nothing to do here. Go help Jenny. She seems to be in trouble."

So the little brown-haired maid ran to the other end again, "What's wrong, Jenny?"

"Alas, Meimi, who is responsible for preparing the cleaning liquid, hasn't come yet, and we are in a hurry to prepare it!" Jenny said as she handed a bottle of milky liquid to the maid next to her.

"What can I do to help you?"

"Go get a basin of clean water."

"Roger that!"

After the little maid left, someone whispered, "Meimi is recuperating at home."

"Oh? What happened?" Several little maids came over curiously.

"She was assigned to serve that person again yesterday, and ended up getting beaten."

"Oh my God! Is she seriously injured?" A low cry attracted the attention of other waiters.

"I'm not sure. She didn't turn on the light when she left. I just vaguely saw that her cheek was swollen. I don't know if there were any other injuries."

Several maids unconsciously slowed down their movements and their faces turned pale.

"I don't know what has happened to that person recently. He is like a powder keg that can be ignited at any time."

"Is it my turn next? What should I do? I'm so scared..."

The maids gradually gathered together and did not notice the butler approaching quietly from behind. They sat next to each other, sharing the interesting things they had encountered recently and the troubles that had accumulated in their hearts for a long time.

"Having a sloppy work attitude and talking about the master in private is not what a servant of Castle Mackintosh should do." Boris suddenly spoke up, scaring the little maids.

"Master Boris?!"

"sorry!"

"We'll get our punishment after we finish our work!"

The head butler, Boris, was nearly sixty years old and the most senior of all the waiters at Fort Mackintosh.

He can almost be called omnipotent. He has a strong learning ability and high work efficiency, so as early as thirty years ago when he first entered the castle, he was chosen by the young Marquis Mackintosh to be his exclusive waiter. Later, when the Marquis Mackintosh inherited the title and became the head of the family, he was directly promoted to the chief butler.

No one knows the master's mind and preferences better than him. He is quiet, stable, and in accordance with etiquette and rules. It is precisely because of his strict discipline that Fort McIntosh maintains its current peaceful and stable atmosphere.

The maids disappeared at the end of the corridor. Boris withdrew his gaze and walked into the kitchen with the tray.

"Good afternoon, Master Boris."

"You've worked hard! If you don't mind, please try this newly blended fruit tea!"

"You haven't eaten yet? I left you a chicken sandwich."

The chefs were as enthusiastic as usual. They were doing their own things, preparing afternoon tea or taking a nap on the table, but when they saw Boris coming, they immediately smiled and greeted him.

"Please give me the menu of dishes for the meeting the day after tomorrow." Boris smiled politely and went straight to the point.

The chef handed over the booklet he had prepared long ago with both hands, then took out a pen and paper and stood aside, looking like he was humbly asking for advice.

Boris's gray eyes moved quickly, and in just a few blinks he had browsed to the last page.

"The 12-inch fruit cake should be replaced with smaller portions of the same number of people and decorated with edible flowers. Mrs. Frida's portion should not have mango in it because she is allergic to mango."

"The chocolate chips on this type of biscuit are of different sizes and unevenly distributed, which is not good to look at and may also cause hygiene problems during transportation. They can be replaced with chocolate beans, whether they are filled with chocolate or milk."

“Are there any other plates? This plate doesn’t seem to have enough space to complete the steak presentation. It’s too crowded by comparison, and the juices on the surface will look greasy.”

"Yes, yes." The chef trotted to the cupboard, opened the door and displayed the neatly arranged tableware inside.

"There's nothing wrong with the other dishes. If possible, please use the sauce that Lord Avidon sent, and be careful about the amount. Also prepare some soft and chewy snacks, with lively and cute shapes."

The chef nodded repeatedly and wrote at a rapid speed.

After explaining everything, Boris picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Hmm, this is a very refreshing green plum tea."

"As expected of Lord Boris!"

"Green plum and green tea can eliminate fatigue and increase appetite, and are very suitable for drinking before and after meals. We will prepare ice cubes and hot pots to take care of the needs of every guest."

In a formal occasion, the first thing you do will set the tone for the entire event and influence subsequent developments. It is obviously not in accordance with etiquette to serve green plum green tea as a pre-meal drink.

"Put it in the after-dinner drink list." Boris returned the booklet to the chef and drank the refreshing and sweet tea. "Thank you for your hospitality. Remember to make a glass of black milk after dinner."

"Yes. Take care." The chef bowed with a smile.

"Lord Boris, is the black milk for that person?"

Boris, who had already stepped out of the door, stopped, turned around and looked at the young man who suddenly spoke, but did not answer his question.

"Shut up! Lord Boris is very busy!" The chef's face suddenly changed and he grabbed the young man's sleeve hard.

The young man ignored the chef and said calmly, "I'm the new chef, my name is Bellion."

"Huh? Why do you choose to introduce yourself at this time? No one wants to know your name. Is there something wrong with your brain?" The head chef did not dare to be rude in front of the butler, so he kept smiling on his face, came close to Bellion and scolded him in a voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

“My first goal is to become a chef.”

"Hey, the current chef of Fort McIntosh is right in front of you. Is it really okay for you to say that?"

“I believe I can do this job to the best of my ability.”

"You mean I didn't do well? Oh my god, are you crazy?"

"For this reason I want to understand each owner's eating habits."

"I know all this, so just ask me. I beg you to shut up! Don't bother Lord Boris anymore!"

Bellion, who was originally unmoved, silently glanced at the chef, then continued to look at Boris and said, "I haven't prepared dishes for that person yet, so please tell me. I'm serious."

Hearing this, the chef, who was originally so anxious that he was smoking, laughed in his heart. New brat, you don't know yet, right? Master Boris is famous for his loyalty to the McIntosh family and never discloses any information about his master to outsiders. Dietary preferences, this is such important information in the black market, how could Master Boris tell you?

After a while.

"That one likes strong aromas."

The chef's smile froze, his small eyes slowly widened, his eyes filled with confusion and shock.

The door opened and closed with a creaking sound. The chef loosened his grip and blinked dully.

"Am I seeing things?" He pointed at the direction where the straight figure disappeared and asked in surprise, "That tiny, upward arc. Even though it's very shallow, I'm sure it's a smile."

"I can't believe it! Lord Boris, who only smiles in front of the Marquis, actually smiled at you? You are so lucky, little boy. I am beginning to envy you." The head chef said, slapping Bellion hard on the back.

The young trainee chef was photographed and his figure swayed slightly, his eyes drooped, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he walked slowly around the chefs who were in heated discussion and looked around for something.

"Please, you're talking as if Lord Boris is an iceberg that never melts. And I'm curious, did your consciousness melt in the pot along with the butter?"

"Yes, I wanted to remind you just now. Hank, do you realize how loud your voice is? I can hear it clearly, not to mention Lord Boris."

"Is that so? Oh my, that's really embarrassing." Chef Hank scratched his head belatedly, "But to be honest, that kid really has no sense at all."

"You seem to be saying bad things about him to his face, too."

"That's why you two get along so well."

"Hey, hey, I don't get along with that guy!" Hank clenched his fists excitedly.

At this time, the junior who had not joined the conversation poked his head out from behind the cabinet door and asked, "Do you know where the new black beans and black sesame seeds are stored?"

"Bellion, you lucky boy, as your predecessor I have to tell you that if you want to get promoted by pleasing that person, I advise you to give up!" Chef Hank puffed out his chest, looking like an adult teaching a child, speaking earnestly.

"Do you know what kind of meeting is going to be held here the day after tomorrow? It's a large family meeting of the McIntosh family. All the family members with outstanding abilities will be present. They will discuss a major event that has been brewing for two years. Listen, this matter is very important to us." Hank lowered his voice and gestured mysteriously with his hands.

“Black beans and black sesame seeds…”

“But I think that even if this decision is passed, it will take at least two years before it can be officially implemented,” said the chef with curly mustache.

"Oh my god, shut up!" Hank rolled his eyes.

"So you know..."

"But what he said makes sense. After all, most of the direct descendants of the McIntosh family are graduates of the Royal College. Well... at least they completed six years of study." The bald chef looked a little regretful.

"Okay, let's put it this way." Hank shrugged. "The bright future is just around the corner. We just need to do our job well and wait quietly."

The three of them raised their heads, their eyes met, and they all smiled with relief.

"Bellion, you must have heard me clearly. Don't always think about taking shortcuts. Work hard and I believe you will achieve your goal one day."

"Okay, I got it. It's in the bag by the wall next door. Thank you." Bellion showed no interest at all. He moved away from Hank's big hand and left the kitchen calmly.

"Huh? What?" Hank frowned, thinking hard, "Did I tell him where the things were?"

The two were also a little stunned and shook their heads.

"Hey, that's weird!"