"Qi Tian! Qi Tian! Qi Tian is there, please give me my little ying back!"

General Yun finally arrived.

At this moment, he was wearing black eyes and his nose was even more swollen.

As soon as I entered the door.

He started yelling.

"Brother Yun is here, welcome, welcome!"

"Don't call me brother! Qi Tian, ​​I'll ask you, are I late?"

"What does it mean? You came very early!"

"Then I ask you, have you finished the church?"

Qi Tian shook his head blankly, not understanding what General Yun was saying.

This guy was as surprised as her daughter.

I don't know what's wrong.

If it weren't for the good person, I gave myself a lot of things and gave me a good daughter, I wouldn't be too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Huh! Fortunately, I came in time. Where is Xiaoying? I want to find her!"

"If Yun Ying is, she should still be in the kitchen now!"

"I'll go find her!"

General Yun started immediately, and his speed was like the wind, heading towards the kitchen, running wildly.

Forehead....

What the hell is this?

Like my own home.

Not polite!

"Qi Tian, ​​don't be as knowledgeable as Brother Yun. He misses his daughter too much. This is a little bit of a polite gift, please accept it with a smile!"

In comparison.

Hong's mother is much more sensible.

A thick stack of silver notes.

Just like that, he just slapped it in Qi Tian's hands.

The pride of taking action is eye-catching.

"Where is where, Sister Hong, please!"

"Don't! I can't afford to call me sister. You should call me Hong Mama!"

A meaningful smile appeared on Mother Hong's face, and her eyes were even more burning at Qi Tian.

"Mom Hong, you..."

"It's really handsome. If I could be thirty years younger, I would probably...oh... forget it..."

Qi Tian curled his lips.

This family is a bit abnormal.

So is Yunying.

I haven't seen her since the morning.

Strange!

Kung fu in a blink of an eye.

General Yun came to the kitchen.

But I saw my boudoir carrying a large shovel, like a general who was in battle.

Commanding three women, busy preparing for the evening banquet.

"Xi Shi, Wan Sheng, you two come and peel the onion!"

"Da Qiao, you guys come and wash the rice."

"Master said, you guys will help me with work in the future. You don't raise any rice in the house, so you'll be quicker!"

Xi Shi and Princess Wansheng looked resentful.

Even if you work, you will be divided into good or bad.

How to compare how to peel onions and wash rice.

But there is no way.

Dongfang Mirror and Charlotte both took the position and became the hostess directly.

Now the only two of them are the lowest-ranking servants in the mansion.

I have to do all kinds of work, but I can’t do it well and I’ll be beaten. It’s a miserable group!

...

Da Qiao on the other side was also a little angry.

This damn Qi Tian.

I am obviously my sister-in-law.

It would be fine if you have nothing to do.

Now I'm still asking me to work.

Such a big mansion, don’t even hire a servant?

By the way, where did that girl Xiao Qiao go? Why are you crazy when you get married? It's really...

I'll wash... Why do I have to...

"Hurry your work, after cooking, I have some serious work!"

Just business!

Of course, I put on a wedding robe, then mingle with the crowd, and worship my master.

certainly.

If you can enter a bridal chamber...

Wouldn't it be more beautiful if you do everything at once?

Thinking of this.

Yunying couldn't help but lower her head and smiled.

Smart, I am worthy of being me!

"Xiaoying!"

Suddenly, a thick voice came.

It interrupted Yunying's romantic imagination.

The latter looked up suddenly.

"father?"

General Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

My daughter is still cooking.

It means that she is responsible for the dinner.

Then there will definitely be nothing she has to do with the church.

Safety!

"Haha, good daughter, cooking is great, very good!"

"Dad, why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to attend your master's wedding!"

General Yun replied with a smile on his face.

My daughter is safe.

happy.

That Qi Tian is pretty good, knowing etiquette and morality.

That's right!

No master and disciple can get together.
To be continued...