Feng Yu slowly closed the account and handed it to the housekeeper with a calm expression.
The housekeeper glanced at Mr. Feng subconsciously, then quickly lowered his head and took it carefully. Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, he sighed inwardly. Sure enough, Mr. Shen didn't care about it, and Mr. Feng certainly didn't think it was a problem. What's more, Mr. Lu's If you don't give things to your girlfriends and give them to others, they have crossed the line.
Feng Yu was not as unconcerned as the old housekeeper thought, especially after seeing the last words in the missing record.
Gu CiCi took away three bracelets, two necklaces, a set of purple clay teapots, and a set of tapestry and lotus bedsheets from this home, totaling nearly 500,000 yuan.
They are not big items, maybe she just takes them out because she finds it convenient. Maybe the sheets are convenient to use or the texture is good enough to spread in her home. They are all for daily use.
But without exception, they were not returned.
Feng Yu didn't think she knew the value of these things from the perspective of ancient Ci Ci, but she still didn't bring them back after taking them out.
A necklace worth about 100,000 yuan does not have any decent gems, just like the wind chime hanging under the balcony now. It is made of fine Hetian jade and is worth 600,000 yuan. But no matter how much it is worth, it is just a wind chime. If it is ancient CiCi looked like she would like to take it off and hang it in her bedroom in front of Mr. Lu. Mr. Lu wouldn't even ask because it was just a string of wind chimes.
Mr. Lu didn't care about this thing, and Feng Yu certainly didn't care either. He frowned, just reassessing Gu Cici. Who would easily take away something of great value from his boyfriend's house, especially to Gu Cici? Let’s talk about sky-high prices.
After she took them away, how did she compensate for the lack of those things, feelings? Her feelings were really valuable.
Or rather, she originally loves vanity and luxury. Once she succeeds, she doesn't know how to show off to be satisfied.
For the first time, Feng Yu questioned how he and Mr. Lu looked at people. Were they deceived by a person's appearance? Or were they bound by habitual thinking. After all, more than 100 bottles of moisturizing balm were used on the body in three days...
Lu Zhiyuan took a newspaper and sat at the dining table, his slender legs crossed casually, relaxed and leisurely, with no trace of yesterday at all.
Feng Yu retracted his thoughts.
Gu CiCi yawned and came down from upstairs: "Morning."
Seeing this, Lu Zhiyuan stood up slowly, took a warm and wet towel to wipe his hands, and handed one to her.
Gu CiCi took over: "What's for breakfast?"
The head chef of the kitchen has already diligently handed over the menu.
Before the meal, fruits, tea, and fruit milk were placed on the table one after another.
Gu Ci Ci opened the menu: "Well, golden tremella soup, glutinous rice buns, pumpkin milk porridge, oily bamboo shoot tips, shrimp dumplings, and a corner of green onion cake, um, and a cup of black chicken soup." Gu Ci Ci is bound to do it. You need to replenish your body and moisturize it to the point where it can be used ten times a day without damaging your energy. Let’s see who can’t stand it first.
Lu Zhiyuan ordered a clear soup that would clear away heat and simple steamed buns, but when he saw her soup, he added a nourishing soup. Although it was not needed, he was prepared.
Gu Cici was speechless, what did you drink, wasn't it enough to get you angry? Was he too excited last night? After the previous three times, he had already begun to refuse. It had nothing to do with whether it was OK or not, but three times was just right. So what happened last night What happened?
Gu CiCi was just about to find Shen Guangyao when he accidentally saw Feng Yu. He immediately pulled his mind back and sighed happily to his boyfriend with his little face in his hands: "I am so happy to have a hot breakfast in the winter morning. "
Feng Yu didn't think it was as simple as asking for a hot meal. In just a moment, the dining table was already filled with various bowls and plates. Those who drank soup and put them on plates, one by one, row by row.
The clusters are in sets.
The glutinous rice buns mentioned in ancient poems are not just a kind of buns, but coin-sized purple glutinous rice buns, white glutinous rice buns, snowflake purple glutinous rice buns, caramel white glutinous rice buns, glutinous rice flour steamed balls, and glutinous rice flour steamed meat.
A kind of glutinous rice is wrapped in 24 kinds of patterns, each of which is small in quantity and can be eaten in half a mouthful. It is exquisite and beautiful.
Not to mention the shrimp dumplings, there are shrimp fillets, shrimp wontons, and stir-fried shrimps. Each one is white and tender and placed in a porcelain cup. Every bite of shrimp tastes different. It is very particular, exquisite and luxurious.
In the eyes of classmate Gu, this kind of breakfast is called "hot"? Mr. Lu is very particular about dining. He just has requirements for the saltiness of the food in his mouth. It is not extravagant. Gu Ci is really particular about how to set the table even in a private club.
It is also sufficient to receive foreign guests.
Once you gain power, not many people dare to waste it like this, not to mention that according to the form shown on the bill, she has been eating like this for half a month.
Gu CiCi gave Lu Zhiyuan a piece of caramel glutinous rice. The small piece was placed on his blue plate, which made people more appetizing: "Replenish sugar for the day."
Lu Zhiyuan ate it naturally except for the caramel on top.
Ancient Ci: "Does this taste better, or yesterday's peach blossom cake?"
"all good."
Gu CiCi was a little confused: "I think this one is good, but I think the cake slices are also good. So what should I choose tomorrow?"
Lu Zhiyuan's goal was that she would come over tonight and stay overnight and have breakfast here: "I'll do everything."
"Such a waste……"
Feng Yu turned around and entered the kitchen.
The stewards in the kitchen immediately greeted him attentively: "Mr. Feng."
"Good morning, Mr. Feng. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Feng."
Feng Yu ignored their words and took out a red envelope: "Everyone has worked hard recently, so I'll give it to everyone."
"Thank you, Mr. Feng. No matter how hard it is, it's what you should do."
"Thank you Mr. Feng."
Feng Yu said casually: "Why don't you put anything in the red tea sets next to the dining table?" The things from the official kiln were wasted there.
"Oh! Art, classmate Gu said it looks good when displayed like this, and I also think it looks good when displayed like that." Manager Zhao answered tactfully. After all, classmate Gu was fired last time because he said he was wasting money.
It turned out that she asked for it: "Isn't it too little to add fifty portions to the usual ten portions? Wouldn't it be enough to eat?" If one bite is one portion, and fifty portions are added up, it will only be full.
"Enough, enough. Mr. Shen said that if you keep the quantity in one order, the quantity will enrich the taste, which will make Mr. Lu and Mr. Gu more happy and not waste our skills. Mr. Feng, do you think we should add more?"
What to add? Chef, Feng Yu snorted in his heart, but didn't show it on his face: "Are there enough ingredients?" Choi sum, sprouts, mushroom fans, and the rest were sent to the big cafeteria to be cooked by the chefs below.
Classes are clear.
Uncle Zhao couldn't see anything from Mr. Feng's face. Mr. Shen didn't think it was a waste. Mr. Feng didn't seem to think it was a waste either. Besides, how could it be that it wasn't enough? He would only distribute more to the kitchen below: "Enough, enough."
"If it's not enough, tell the housekeeper."
"Eh."
"You can't neglect Mr. Gu just because Mr. Lu is easy to take care of."
"Yes Yes."
The people in the kitchen respectfully sent Mr. Feng away and then shook their heads and sighed: "What a good life."
"Isn't that right?" Mr. Lu earns, but his girlfriend loses. Mr. Lu works hard, and his girlfriend enjoys it. What kind of happy life does Mr. Gu live in his old house every day?
But none of the three presidents in the family think there is a problem. To be fair, they are bullying classmates Gu, and now they can only serve him well.
It's fate, I don't like someone who is diligent, thrifty, gentle and kind, and I fall in love with someone who is beautiful and can spend a lot of money. What can I do?
Gu CiCi fastened his seat belt after getting in the car and asked casually: "Why didn't Shen Guangyao come today?" Feng Yu didn't spend much time with Lu Zhiyuan in the past. Even when it was his turn, it was just his assistant who took his place. Today It's him?
Hearing this, Lu Zhiyuan leaned over and helped her fasten her seat belt again, making sure that he really didn't care about Shen Guangyao: "I'm sick."
"Sick? Is it serious? Why are you sick? He was fine yesterday."
"It snowed yesterday and the weather was cold, so catching a cold is inevitable." Lu Zhiyuan's voice was calm.
"That's right." Even if he is sick, shouldn't he crawl over to take care of him? Maybe something is wrong: "Have you noticed that Feng Yu seemed to be very talkative when he was at school, but he was so fierce when I saw him at home? Even if you ask him to eat, he just stands there, looking more like a follower than Shen Guangyao, which affects your gentle and sunny image more. You obviously look so amiable." Gu Cici said, reaching out to hug him. , only gave up after being strangled by the seat belt: "It is just a Milky Way."
Lu Zhiyuan laughed: "He's just not used to eating bland food."
"How do you think I should face Ms. Ye today..."
"..."
"I've already called you mom. Goodbye today. What should I do if I can't speak? Do you want to practice?"
Lu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and placed it on the back of her hand soothingly: "Ms. Ye won't care."
Yes, whatever she did, Ms. Ye thought it was good. Gu Cici was surrounded by her eyes, as if she had gotten everything. Gu Cici took a deep breath: "So just call me mom..."