The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

Five minutes later, An Mo really quickly came out with a plate, and a new set of poached eggs was placed in front of Shenmu.

Shenmu took the fork, poked it casually, and said calmly, "An Mo, didn't the chef in the kitchen tell you that I like medium-boiled poached eggs?"

An Mo froze again, raised her eyes to look at Shenmu, bit her lip with her white teeth, looking very stubborn.

Shenmu laughed when she saw her, this woman always looked like she had suffered a great grievance and then endured the humiliation, as if she was acting in a love movie, and she was still the heroine.

It was as if she was deliberately embarrassing her.

"I'll redo it again." An Mo took a deep breath, and said a little stiffly.

"I'll lose my appetite when you're done." She had almost finished the porridge in her bowl, so Shenmu threw the fork and stood up.

She didn't take a few steps, and César came over before she left, blocking her way with her body in front.

Shenmu raised her eyes, "Is there anything else?"

He wouldn't want to stand up for the wronged Miss An, would he?

"Are you full?" He stared at her face, his eyes on her recently have always become very thick, motionless, his eyes seem to be unable to see anything other than her.

"Almost," she had a mediocre appetite, and the egg really didn't suit her appetite, she was just telling the truth.

César glanced at the table, reached out to pick up the milk she hadn't stirred yet, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Drink this, and I'll make you fried eggs, okay?"

Shenmu's heart moved, she glanced at the milk in his hand, took it, lowered her eyes and said lightly, "No need, I'm not hungry."

After speaking, she held the glass in both hands and walked past him.

César didn't turn around, and didn't chase her.

Hearing her footsteps and knowing that she had gone far, César's face sank, and he stared at An Mo with cold eyes, "Who told you to make breakfast?"

An Mo was hurt by his indifferent attitude. Was it wrong for her to make breakfast?

Gathering up the courage to look up, she kept her voice from trembling, "I'm sorry, I didn't know her taste was so picky."

Even if she didn't deliberately make things difficult for her, Gong Shenmu's taste is really picky.

"Don't know her taste?" César's eyes became colder. "You don't know her taste, but you still dare to prepare breakfast for her?! Who gave you the qualification?"

An Mo was stunned, "I..."

César glanced coldly at the other servants on the side, "Go in and ask the chef to come out, does he not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to do it, just get out!"

"Sir," the chef who just came out of the kitchen turned pale when he heard this. Although they are all kitchens, the treatment of a chef in the mafia godfather's house is not at the same level as other places. This job If you lose it, there will be no second copy.

What he was even more afraid of was that although César seldom made any big disturbances at home, if he really angered him, he wouldn't even blink his eyes if you killed him.

"She was the one who insisted on rushing to make breakfast. She said you like what she made, so I let her make it." Seeing the man's face getting worse and worse, the chef quickly added, "I assure you, There will never be a next time."

"Either get out, or deduct a month's salary, you can decide for yourself." The low air pressure hovered in the restaurant, and everyone dared not even breathe to make a sound.

"Yes, yes, I understand." The chef breathed a sigh of relief. Although a month's salary lost a lot of money, compared with losing the job or being directly implicated in personal safety, it was considered a very low punishment.

It's because... Madam ate one less poached egg!

He finally understood that the godfather's meal is not important, what is important is the wife, she just picked on the poached eggs today, if one day the wife says that she has no appetite for the meals on the table made by him.

Does he not need to hang out in the chef world anymore?

As soon as he thought about it, cold sweat dripped down his back.

"An Mo," César looked down at the stiff woman, with no warmth in her dark green eyes, "I don't know what you want to do here, but if Mumu keeps you, I won't drive you away , What happened again today, you know the consequences."

An Mo looked at the handsome man at the dining table. There was no warmth in his eyes, his tone of voice, or even the breath emanating from him.

When he talked to Gong Shenmu just now, it was obviously not like this.

"Cesar," seeing that he turned around and was about to leave, she immediately stopped him, "You haven't even touched your breakfast, go after eating."

The man's footsteps showed no signs of stopping at all, and he walked out with strides.

An Mo looked disappointedly at the basically untouched western breakfast on the table.

Just now, he had been looking at the woman across from him almost all the time, so he absent-mindedly ate a few mouthfuls of his own food.

He brought milk to Gong Shenmu and even cooked for her himself, but he didn't eat anything, and the woman didn't care at all.

She stood there, feeling lost for a while, and felt very uncomfortable.

however.

Suddenly someone slammed into her from behind, her body staggered forward several steps due to inertia, and she almost fell down.

An Mo managed to stabilize her body, and when she turned around, she saw two young maids looking at her and smiling, "Tsk tsk, I've seen shameless women after living all these years. It's really the first time I've seen you!"

"The godfather has already left, Miss An Mo, no matter how affectionate you are, people won't see it anymore, so please don't disgust us here? Ok?"

An Mo immediately became angry, with undisguised anger on his face, "What do you mean?" Did she offend these two women?

"What do you mean?" One of them squinted at her, full of sarcasm, indifferently, "Madam has a good temper and doesn't care about you. We can't understand such a shameless woman like you, can't we?"

"That's right," the other immediately followed up, "What kind of loving breakfast is made early in the morning, which almost caused us to be implicated!"

"From today onwards, your job is to clean, now go clean the kitchen! Wipe everything clean."

An Mo was so angry that her lips were trembling. When did she become so low that even servants could be bullied? !

Sneered, "Why do you order me? Are you the hostess here? Or the master of the castle?"

"Of course we are not the hostess here, how could we have such big ambitions and be so shameless, to be the hostess," the young woman with short hair squinted at An Mo, "But we have been working here longer than you, and we work hard But I haven't done anything that makes Madam unable to eat."

"Oh," An Mo continued to sneer, his eyes full of arrogance, "You have no right to order me."

The two young maids looked at each other and smiled, one of them smiled, "Miss An Mo really thinks of herself as a daughter, I remember when you came here Madam said that if you want to be a servant here, You can only be treated as a servant, you don't expect to suffer some grievances and let the godfather support you..."

A burst of cold liquid was poured down from the top of the head, accompanied by the mellow taste of milk.

An Mo was not at all defensive, milky white liquid dripped down the contours of her face.

It was César's coffee, he didn't eat anything, he remembered Gong Shenmu's milk, but he forgot that he didn't touch a drop of it himself.

An Mo's eyes quickly turned cold. She raised her hand and threw it at the maid who didn't even have time to put down the cup.

"Slap." Crisp slaps sounded in the restaurant.

She is someone who has learned martial arts, this slap was merciless, and a clear slap mark was left on the maid's face, she immediately gritted her teeth in anger, "You dare to hit me?"

An Mo smiled contemptuously, "You can pour milk on me, why can't I beat you?"

What a joke, do they think she is someone who can be bullied standing up?

As soon as she put her hand down, the maid who was beaten by her rushed up, "Qingqing helped me beat this woman, she really took it for a while."

The girl named Qingqing joined the battle without hesitation, and the three women quickly scuffled in the restaurant.

An Mo didn't use force. She was very smart in this regard. Once she did use force, she would be justified and unreasonable. Otherwise, how could these two little girls be her opponents? !

Fights between women always look horrible, hair pulling, tearing.

"What are you doing?" There was a rage, "fighting here? Do you want to live or what?"

With a slightly majestic voice, the two young servants stopped quickly, making the housekeeper angry, and there would be no good fruit to eat.

An Mo pushed the two of them away, feeling extremely angry. She never thought that one day, she would degenerate into fighting with such a simple and ignorant servant?

So embarrassing.

"Housekeeper, it was the two of them who troubled me for no reason, I was just defending myself," she took out a tissue to wipe her hair, knowing that she was in a mess without looking in the mirror, she had never been so embarrassing in her life .

The two girls lowered their heads, their expressions were still disdainful, and they stared at her fiercely.

"What's the matter with you two? Tell me clearly, pack up your things and get out immediately if you can't give a reason!" The butler frowned, turned his eyes around the three of them, and said coldly.

The two still lowered their heads, but they didn't speak, they just looked angry.

"Qingqing, tell me," the housekeeper became impatient, if she hadn't happened to meet and these two girls were usually very clever, he wouldn't bother to take care of this matter.

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