Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 79 The Skill of Serving People

Feng Xiuhu got up and looked at her, and found that Xi Yaoer looked different today.

As if she was shy because of being stared at, Xiyaoer changed her standing posture. Although she had an expression that made her want to say something but was too shy, her figure made her look even more seductive.

Xi Yao'er lowered her head and whispered softly, "Master, it's really embarrassing to see you staring at me like this."

Finally, he added with anticipation, "Does it look good?"

After she said this, Feng Xiuhu finally realized what was different - it turned out to be the clothes.

The cheongsam that Xiyaoer wore today was bolder and more unrestrained than ordinary styles.

Feng Xiuhu looked at her slender waist from head to toe with confidence, holding up her chin and nodding.

The slits on the chest are lower, and the slits on the thighs are higher.

More white flesh is exposed, and the body lines are more provocative.

Xiyaoer's cheeks flushed with shyness when Feng Xiuhu looked at her. She moved lightly and threw herself into Feng Xiuhu's arms, saying in a charming voice, "Master, please stop looking at me. My legs are weak~"

Feng Xiuhu dodged to the side and muttered to himself, "This isn't the tea I'm looking for."

Xi Yaoer's attack was in vain. She gritted her teeth secretly, waved her handkerchief, and changed direction to approach Feng Xiuhu again: "No matter how fragrant the tea leaves are, can they be as fragrant as my body? Master, please smell it."

Feng Xiuhu bent her shoulders, turned her around, then bent down and lifted the hem of her cheongsam from behind.

"ah!"

Xiyao screamed subconsciously and dodged, covering her butt.

The next second she reacted and laughed dryly, "Master, the main hall is not the place for such a thing."

Feng Xiuhu said, "I thought you hid the tea leaves in there."

Xiyaoer came over with a smile: "I am talking about perfume."

She fanned Feng Xiuhu with her handkerchief, and Feng Xiuhu indeed smelled a strong floral fragrance.

Xi Yaoer was in a very good mood. She turned around and took out tea and a pot from the cabinet and continued chatting with Feng Xiuhu: "Thanks to the master's kindness, I went to the factory area to buy new clothes today, and the shopkeeper sold me some perfume."

Shunzi brought some boiling water, and when he looked up at Xiyao'er's revealing outfit, his face immediately boiled along with the water. He put down the kettle and ran away in a hurry.

Xi Yaoer picked up the kettle and made tea for Feng Xiuhu. "Perfume is a new thing, brought by foreigners from the West. I've only heard of it before, but never used it. Today I used it, and it really works."

Feng Xiuhu asked her, "Foreigners have been coming here for how long? They've had perfume for a long time, so what's so strange about it?"

Xi Yaoer lowered her eyes and acted aggrieved: "Yes, I have had it for a long time, but it is really rare for me."

"That lame rat, although he let me keep his accounts, he never rewarded me with a single copper bead. I live deep in the courtyard, and all my food, clothing, and expenses come from the house. These hands have counted countless coins for the lame rat, but not a cent is truly mine."

Xi Yaoer wiped away the tears from her eyes and smiled: "Fortunately, I followed the master. Although the master's temper is a bit strange, he always treats me as a human being. I have no way to repay him..."

She walked over with a teacup in her hand, staring at Feng Xiuhu with deep affection, and pretended to sit on Feng Xiuhu's lap.

Xi Yaoer passed the teacup to Feng Xiuhu's mouth and said, "Master, please relax and let me serve you."

Feng Xiuhu held the teacup in his mouth, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. He couldn't help but shed tears.

"puff!"

"It burned me to death!"

A mouthful of tea sprayed on Xiyao'er's chest, and the soft flesh exposed outside was burned and turned red. Xiyao'er jumped away with a scream.

Feng Xiuhu wiped her tears and snot: "Is this how you serve me?"

Xi Yaoer felt a pain both physically and mentally, and almost cried out: "My dear master, how can you drink tea like this?"

The hall was in chaos when Shunzi suddenly came back - he was leading people with him.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw that it was someone he had just met today, Xiong Guiyuan.

Feng Xiuhu asked Shunzi to wait outside, then waved at Xiong Guiyuan with his tongue out, "Guiyuan, come and sit down."

Xiong Guiyuan first looked at Feng Xiuhu, then at the slender waist beside him, whose chest was soaked with sweat. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly: "Deacon Feng, am I here at the wrong time?"

Xiyaoer also looked at Xiong Guiyuan.

This strange woman was so beautiful. Her figure under the cheongsam was curvy where it should be and plump where it should be. She was naturally charming. Coupled with the coldness between her eyebrows, she had exactly the contrasting demeanor that men loved most.

Xi Yaoer rolled her eyes, snorted, and wiped the water droplets on her chest with a handkerchief.

But Feng Xiuhu continued, "What do you mean by 'not the right time'? Didn't you say we're a perfect match? Then why bother? Even if you want to sleep in the same bed with me, I'll have to give you half of my quilt. Xi Yaoer, watch the tea."

Xiong Guiyuan's eyes twitched, and she forced a smile: "Deacon Feng really knows how to joke."

But she still sat down next to Feng Xiuhu.

The slender waist came around reluctantly.

With a bang, the teacup was placed heavily in front of Xiong Guiyuan.

Xiong Guiyuan glanced up at her.

Xiyaoer didn't even look at Xiong Guiyuan, filled the cup with tea, then twisted her butt and stood next to Feng Xiuhu again.

Xiong Guiyuan: “…”

Xiong Guiyuan composed herself, raised her chin towards Xi Yaoer, and asked Feng Xiuhu with a smile, "Is this Mrs. Feng?"

Xiyaoer's pretty face was tense as she listened to Feng Xiuhu's answer: "Her name is Ruan Xiaoman, and she's my family's accountant."

Xi Yaoer quickly added: "I am also responsible for serving the master."

Feng Xiuhu felt that she was being unreasonable and turned to look at her: "I told you, it's not time for a raise yet."

Xiong Guiyuan smiled silently: "You two are both wonderful people."

Xiyaoer gave Xiong Guiyuan a cold look.

Feng Xiuhu asked, "What's the trick?"

Xiong Guiyuan pursed her lips and glanced at Xi Yaoer: "It's common for lowly women to be bought to serve others, but it's rare to see someone who dares to be disrespectful to their own master."

As expected of the boss of a street that is half populated by strangers, Xiong Guiyuan had a sharp eye and figured out Xi Yaoer's origins in just a few words.

Her slender waist and pretty face turned pale, and her whole aura suddenly lost.

Xiong Guiyuan took a sip of tea, a smile on her lips - how dare a lowly woman give her a bad face? With just one sentence, she was subdued.

But Feng Xiuhu didn't understand. He grabbed Xiong Guiyuan's wrist as she held the cup and said, "I really don't have any experience in this area. How about you show her how to serve her?"

The scalding tea burned the back of her fair hand, but Xiong Guiyuan didn't dare to dodge.

She looked at Feng Xiuhu's eyes carefully, but she only saw a strong desire for knowledge in his eyes, without any playful look that seemed to indicate he wanted to hit her.

She laughed dryly and tried to speak: "I... I brought the people that Deacon Feng wanted. How about letting them serve Deacon Feng?"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head and said, "They are not as professional as you. They have eaten more rice than you have walked across more bridges. Half of the street is yours. What tricks have you not seen? Open your eyes!"

Xiong Guiyuan's smile was stiff: "You misunderstood, Deacon Feng, I'm not a lowly person, how could I serve others?"

Feng Xiuhu was still puzzled: "You've seen so many people who know how to serve others, you should have learned a few tricks."

Xiong Guiyuan's smile grew weaker. "That's ridiculous. Oxen have always been the ones plowing the fields, and people wielding whips. I've never heard of people learning the oxen's skills just by wielding whips."

PS: If you talk about whips, Master Feng will be very excited. Vote for the monthly ticket and see how Feng Xiuhu uses the whip to reason.

(End of this chapter)