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Song Zhao went downstairs, and the immature voice of a child could be heard in the living room, reciting poems.

The sound of Song Zhao going downstairs made the two people in the living room look up.

A little Douding was sitting on the sofa, blinking and staring at him with big eyes, not noisy, looking very cute.

The other one is the butler of the villa, Jiang Butler, who also watched Zhuo Shaofan grow up, and is currently taking care of Zhuo Shaofan's son.

Butler Jiang got up: "Madam is up, let's have breakfast. You drank too much wine last night, and it hurt your health. You need to pay more attention."

Butler Jiang stood up and began to persuade.

Song Zhao is not a person who doesn't know good and bad. What Jiang Butler said had no other meaning but pure concern, so he nodded: "I see, thank you for your concern."

After taking two steps to go to the restaurant, Song Zhao suddenly stopped and turned around.

The little Douding was staring at him, and when he saw him suddenly turn around, he immediately lowered his head as if he was seriously reading a book, but he turned his head to look at him in a particularly deceptive way, and then immediately lowered his head when he found that he was still looking at him head to go.

Song Zhao: ...

This kid has a lot of drama.

Butler Jiang: "Madam, is there anything else?"

Seeing that Song Zhao's gaze had been on the young master, Steward Jiang asked.

Song Zhao: "Ah, it's nothing serious, just one thing, I'm a man, you can call me whatever you want, just one thing, don't call me Mrs."

Damn madam, it sounds awkward.

Butler Jiang was taken aback for a moment, and then said kindly: "Good husband... Young Master Zhao."

Song Zhao: ...

What is Zhao Shao's name again, can't he have a more normal name?

Song Zhao: "Actually, you can call me Song Zhao, Xiao Song or Xiao Zhao."

Of course, Song Zhao and Xiao Song are better, Xiao Zhao's words always remind him of Xiao Zhao in a certain sword.

Butler Jiang insisted: "This is not acceptable, Shao Shao, let's go have breakfast."

Song Zhao: ...

Fine.

Song Zhao walked to the dining room and sat down. Hong Li had already served breakfast, a bowl of porridge made from unknown soup, a glass of milk, and two slices of bread.

Song Zhao: ...

Is this what rich people eat for breakfast?

What about his Xiaolongbao, steamed dumplings, steamed buns, wontons, all kinds of cakes and noodles?

Hong Li: "Madam, you can eat."

In front of Steward Jiang, she is quite obedient. After all, Steward Jiang likes people who are hardworking and disciplined. If Steward Jiang thinks that she is not doing well and fires her, the servant who was dismissed by Zhuo's family will not find anything better. 's working now.

Song Zhao: "That's all? Nothing else?"

Hong Li was dumbfounded by the question: "Anything else?"

What is this lady going to do?Today's porridge is made with fish soup. It's not that fish is rare, but it's not easy to make fish soup. How can he not be satisfied with such a delicious thing?

Song Zhao rubbed his head, yes, from the memory of the original owner, we can know that the world in the book is similar to the real world, and the technology is also very advanced. At this time, the technological level of the world is equivalent to that of the real world.

However, no matter how advanced his technology is, the culinary skills in this world are just like those of the uninitiated, let alone the eight major cuisines.

Of course, this was originally designed by the author, just to add a thick and big golden finger to the heroine.

The heroine was born in a family of royal chefs, she is best at cooking, she can cook all kinds of delicacies, she is the pioneer of all kinds of cuisines, and the food made by the heroine is good for people and improves people's physique.

Of course, the current heroine is probably only a few months old, so she can't speak.

Song Zhao waved his hand: "It's okay, you can go down."

He doesn't have the hobby of eating and letting people watch.

Song Zhao picked up the milk and took a sip. Song Zhao frowned at the mediocre milk. Why did it still smell fishy?Although it is not strong, it can still be drunk. His master said that his tongue is nothing to say.

The food in this world is not even normal for milk, is it?

Song Zhao tasted the bread again in disbelief. Fortunately, the bread was the same, but it was a bit dry and not very tasty.

Song Zhao took another sip of porridge and tasted it, and it was really no different from the porridge he made when he was just an apprentice.

That's it, or a rich family's breakfast?

Song Zhao felt that his bad life seemed a little far away.

Although it didn't suit my taste very much, Song Zhao never had the habit of wasting food. He still ate up the milk, porridge and bread on the table.

When I was a child in the orphanage, I often didn’t eat well. I didn’t dislike it at that time, so why should I dislike it now.

After Song Zhao finished eating, he leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, touched his stomach, and burped, feeling a little full.

Song Zhao was speechless, what kind of bird stomach is the original owner?Is it possible to support just such a little thing?If he himself, with a basket of xiaolongbao or steamed dumplings, can show off a bowl of noodles, that would be really comfortable.

Just as he was touching his stomach, a small hand came up to touch it, almost scaring Song Zhao out of his wit and screaming.

Song Zhao opened his eyes, and it really was that little Douding, not much higher than the chair, reaching out to touch his belly.

Perhaps startled by him, Xiao Douding immediately withdrew his hand, with a little panic on his face, but he still said a few words seriously: "Drum... drum high..."

Song Zhao: ...

After knowing his tragic ending in the future, Song Zhao decided that in order to change the ending, the best way is to stay away from the male supporting role.

Didn't see that although his biological father didn't care about and love him, he didn't abuse him, so he died?

He is just a "stepmother", as long as he doesn't get in touch with the male partner, beats and scolds him, insults his heart, how can the male partner retaliate against him in the future?

His goal is to eat, have fun, and die. For this goal, he has to work hard.

So Song Zhao glanced at Xiao Douding, and said lightly: "No touching." Then he called Hong Li, and asked her to take the little boy to the housekeeper.

The little boy was still a little dazed when he was carried away, but he looked at him aggrieved after being carried away.

Song Zhao saw it, this is not possible, he can't be soft-hearted, for the great cause of dying, he has to be hard-hearted.

So I got up from the restaurant and went upstairs to my room.

The kid Zhuo Jingyan pouted, a little unhappy, he wanted to play with the new mother, but the new mother didn't seem to want to play with him.

"What's the matter, young master? Are you unhappy?" Butler Jiang was called out by the gardener just now to have something to do, and when he came back, he saw the kid Zhuo Jingyan pouting, so he hurried over to comfort him.

Zhuo Jingyan: "I don't want to play," just two words, just pout your mouth, looking very angry.

Butler Jiang was confused when he heard this, so he looked at Hong Li and asked her what happened.

Hong Li: "The young master probably means that the madam refuses to play with him. I just saw the young master standing next to the madam, looking like he was about to cry. I don't know if the madam scolded the young master. I never After coming out of the kitchen, Madam stopped talking, and told me to take the young master away quickly."

Although she didn't see what happened just now, but she has brains, she can guess, Jiang Butler loves the young master the most, if he let Jiang butler know that his wife is bullying the young master, there must be no good fruit for him.

Butler Jiang: "Did you hear Madam scolding Young Master?"

Butler Jiang didn't quite believe it, mainly because in the past few days, except for the fact that the original owner drank too much wine yesterday, he has always pretended to be very good.

Hong Li's face turned pale: "No, no."

Butler Jiang took Zhuo Jingyan's hand: "Remember, don't talk nonsense if you don't see or hear things in the future." Then he looked at Zhuo Jingyan: "Young master, let's recite poems together again. okay?"

"it is good…"

Song Zhao didn't care about what happened downstairs. He used to be busy with his life, but now in a new world, a new living environment, and a new identity, he should have a different way of living.

Going back to the room and looking at the two-meter-wide big bed, Song Zhao looked around, made a run-up movement, and threw himself onto the soft big bed.

"Oh... so comfortable!" Song Zhao buried his face in the quilt and sighed.

Regardless of whether Zhuo Shaofan likes the original body or not, but at least this material life has never been treated badly. Even the breakfast he disliked just now is already considered very good in this world.

Song Zhao couldn't help but rubbed against the quilt, when suddenly a burst of loud music bells sounded, almost scaring him out of his wits.

Song Zhao sat up in a jerk, patted his frightened little heart, and then turned around to touch the mobile phone that was lying on the bedside table and singing happily.

I saw that the note on the phone was a call from "eccentric ghost".

Song Zhao: ...

The original owner's trick is childish and cute.

Swipe to the answer button, and the voice from the other end of the phone came immediately: "Song Zhao, you didn't answer the phone calls, why did you go? Also, where did you go when you were not at home?"

Although the person on the other end of the phone was questioning him loudly, the tension in his tone was still not lost.

Song Zhao: "Brother Jing, I have something to do outside, do you have anything to do with me?"

The person who was remarked as "eccentric ghost" by the original body was Chen Jing, the agent of the original body. Song Zhao could tell from the memory of the original owner that Chen Jing was a very good manager. A broker is still enough.

What's more, a person like Yuanshen who hadn't improved after signing a contract for several years would have been put in cold storage under the hands of other managers. Chen Jing treated Yuanshen pretty well, and usually cared about him.

It's just that the original body always thinks that Chen Jing is partial, and he doesn't feel that he can't be reused at all.

Chen Jing on the other end of the phone was shocked, this kid is so good today?Still call him brother?Did he do something to make him wipe his ass?

Chen Jing: "You won't cause trouble outside, will you?"

Song Zhao: "Brother Jing, you think too much, I never cause trouble."

Chen Jing: ...

Song Zhao: "Brother Jing, do you have anything to do with me?"

Chen Jing: "There is an audition tomorrow, come and come. Although it is a small supporting role, but the character is lovable. If you can win it, you should be able to gain a wave of fans."

Although Song Zhao has no achievements in his hands, Chen Jing still tries to give him the opportunity that suits him.

Song Zhao: Come to work right after preparing the salted fish?Besides, he can't act either.

Song Zhao: "Brother Jing, I..."

Chen Jing: "Stop talking, come to the company at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to find me, and hang up."

"Hey!" The phone was hung up before he could speak.

Song Zhao: ...

When will the life of this salted fish really start?

The author says:

Little, cute, come on stage.

By the way, how much can you show off for breakfast?I can really show off a bowl of rice noodles with a basket of steamed dumplings.