Dressed as a fake young master of a wealthy family

Xu Xiyan felt that he must be a cactus in a parallel world, with strong adaptability.

It only took him a few days to fully adapt to the environment here, and he found out the inside and outside of Xu's family, and by the way, he regained the feeling of being a young master.

After all, before the age of 15, he was also a real young master.

He felt that as long as he didn't fight, rob, or act, and stay away from Chen Anyan, he should be able to live his whole life as a salted fish in the Xu family.

Chen Anyan seems to be very busy, and I don't see him once in a few days, which is fine.

Once it comes, it will be safe, everything is arranged by God.

He quickly found a place where he could lay the salted fish.

There is a sun room on the top floor of Xu's villa, which is well cleaned. There are many plants in it, including succulents and flowers. There is also a man-made pond with some koi in it.

It is full of vitality and the ecology is very good, but there are only a few swings and deck chairs.

The Xu family seems to be very busy. No one is at home at this time. How can there be no reclining chairs and potato chips in such a leisurely afternoon.

So, he moved the recliner from his room to the sun room, and grabbed two bags of potato chips from the snack cabinet.

The original body and him still have a lot in common, for example, they both like to eat snacks, and they will set up a special snack cabinet in the entrance of the room, and stuff snacks in it when they have nothing to do.

For example, when eating snacks, I don’t stuff everything into my stomach, but I also choose brands.

The brand of snacks that Yuanshen likes is similar to his.

fate.

Prepare the props for the fat house and salted fish to lie down, and then you can start to lie down in the fat house.

Xu Xiyan was wearing loose home clothes, wearing a Bluetooth headset, leaning on the recliner, with his legs resting on the edge of the pond, wearing sunglasses and squinting to bask in the sun, biting potato chips in his mouth.

Xu Xiyan's cooking was so delicious that he was picky and couldn't eat the food cooked by others. When he was really tired and didn't want to cook, he would eat some snacks to satisfy his hunger.

He didn't eat much at noon, and he was really hungry now.

Mochi with potato chips, and a cup of milk tea.

Xu Xiyan got up, and went to look through the snacks, but he couldn't find the brand of milk tea he liked.

Forget it, do it yourself.

He found black tea, milk and caramel, ready to go into the kitchen to do it himself.

After entering, the nanny ran over in fear and asked cautiously, "Master Xiyan, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Seeing the trembling servants, Xu Xiyan felt like a tyrant who was about to drag them out and kill them in the next second.

He smiled: "No, I'll make a cup of milk tea myself."

The servant hurriedly answered: "Milk tea? Uncle Zhang can make it. She has gone out to buy ingredients for tonight. I will call him immediately and ask him to come back and make it."

As she spoke, she immediately took out her phone and made a call. Before Xu Xiyan got on the phone, she acted like an emergency military report, "Old Zhang! Come back quickly! The young master wants to drink milk tea!"

Xu Xiyan's ears are sharp, and he vaguely heard the scolding over there: "This little bastard is making trouble for no reason, I am going to buy something that the young master likes..."

Xu Xiyan: "..." Oh, those who scold him, don't listen.

The nanny gave him a horrified look, and ran away clutching the phone.

Xu Xiyan didn't care, and continued to make his milk tea.

After a while, the kitchen is full of fragrance, the fragrance of tea and the sweetness of milk blend together, hooking people's taste buds.

Xu Xiyan took a sip, and clicked his lips in satisfaction, "It tastes like this."

The nanny stood by and couldn't help swallowing.

Xu Xiyan poured her a cup: "Have a taste?"

The nanny was terrified, waved her hands again and again, blushing and unable to say a word, as if what he gave was not milk tea, but arsenic.

Xu Xiyan didn't force it, and when he was about to put down the glass, the nanny took a sip and swallowed it with a heroic expression.

Xu Xiyan: "..."

Immediately, the anxiety and uneasiness on her face disappeared, leaving only amazement and disbelief, "Oh my god, it's so delicious. It's better than Lao Zhangtou's. Thank you, Second Young Master."

Xu Xiyan smiled lightly and said nothing.

At the same time, a chubby old man ran in panting heavily, "Second Young Master, I'm back to make milk tea for you."

But when he saw a master and a servant drinking milk tea in harmony, he couldn't react.

The nanny smiled and said, "Old Zhang, the milk tea made by the second young master is much better than yours."

There was a flash of social panic on Lao Zhang's face, the anxiety of being about to be fired by the boss.

Xu Xiyan has been in the Jianghu for many years, so it is still possible to observe the words and demeanor. He can also guess from the reactions of these servants. It seems that the original owner has given them a lot of anger before.

He could understand, who would like a brat, the original owner was a brat, and he was still a brat at the age of 21.

Xu Xiyan smiled lightly, and patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder politely, "Please clean it up."

Uncle Zhang paused, unable to react. He was a servant who grew up serving Chen Anyan. He came to Xu's house with Chen Anyan. What he hates the most is this person who always targets the young master.

This second generation ancestor, why is he so talkative today?Can you still cook?

Xu Xiyan ignored the people who were stunned, and was about to step out of the kitchen when another nanny greeted enthusiastically: "The young master is back, what would you like to drink?"

Xu Xiyan paused, and the fuck came back.

Xu Xiyan instinctively withdrew his steps. He admitted that he was a little bit afraid of Chen Anyan. After all, he strangled his throat just after passing through. It was so scary.

This kind of fear should have the same principle as the fledgling plot.

Chen Anyan seemed to be in a good mood, and responded to the servant in a gentle manner: "Uncle Zhang is making milk tea? It's very fragrant."

Chen Anyan just walked to the door of the kitchen, glanced inside, saw him, the gentleness just now was swept away, and his face immediately froze.

Xu Xiyan chose to ignore it, and calmly looked away, ready to take a step forward.

Uncle Zhang responded to him politely with a milk tea in his hand: "Oh, I didn't make it, it was the milk tea made by the second young master. Do you want to try it, young master?"