Indulge in Life in America

"What's the matter? The master is already chuang. After washing and having a meal, do you want the master to have breakfast on broken glass and newspapers with the smell of juice and milk?"

The maid and the little girl Fan Lisha bowed quickly. Fan Lisha took the initiative to confess her mistake. She had a strong Scottish accent, and she heard the maid crooked for a while, but she resisted not complaining and let Fan Lisha speak, "Sorry Mr. Carson, it was all my fault. I accidentally hit the chair and knocked over the milk and juice. I'm really sorry."

Just as Carson was about to reprimand, Yu Guang glanced at the clock in the restaurant, his face changed drastically, "Let’s go down and talk about you. Now, everyone is moving. I want to see brand new milk and juice on the table in 2 minutes. , And the broken glass on the ground. If you leave a slag, you don’t have to show up in Beihai Manor in the future. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

　　 Fan Lisha had tears in the corner of her eyes, but she did not dare to cry. She sullied her head and picked up the glass ballast with her hands, and the maid did not care about complaining. She picked up the dinner plate on the ground and packed up the mess on the table.

At this moment, Yang Cheng had just walked out of the bedroom. Naturally, she didn’t know the accident that happened downstairs. She slept so soundly last night that her current state of mind was so full that she stopped from time to time while whistling, in the bright hallway. Here you can admire the famous paintings hanging on the walls.

　　 In the restaurant downstairs, Carson recruited several servants who were responsible for cleaning and joined the tidying up team. He also went to the battle himself. Everyone said nothing and cleaned up the mess that Fan Lisha had made.

The kitchen is busy again. Because of accidents, the desserts in the oven are over-baked. The chef is one head and two big heads. The chef gives his helper the work of reheating the milk and squeezing the juice. He quickly prepares the flour. The desserts need to be made again. I'm not going to ask Carson if he can serve the battered dessert to the master. I'm afraid that he will have to roll up the bed without Carson's reprimand.

Fortunately, Yang Cheng was in a good mood today. He was walking downstairs while admiring the paintings. The time to go downstairs was extremely long. It also gave the kitchen plenty of time to save. When he walked into the restaurant with his hands behind his back, everything had returned to an orderly state. It's the same as usual, I can't see the mess before, just why the feet are sticky?

Yang Cheng sat at the main seat of the dining table. Before reading the newspaper on the table, she frowned and looked down the table, because he just accidentally kicked it off and stepped on the carpet with bare feet. The original slippery sensation was replaced by the wet sticky sensation, and the uncomfortable touch was instantly transferred from the soles of the feet to the brain.

This scene also caught the attention of the maid who was waiting on the side. She raised her heart, and secretly prayed to the master not to follow up and tried to hide the matter. Who knew that the Scottish girl who had depressed her all morning took advantage of it. In the midst of serving the food, she took the initiative to expose herself. The maid really wanted to cover her face and pretend not to know her, **** Christ, who sent this firewood girl into the manor?

"Master, I'm really sorry, I just knocked over the juice and milk, and the carpet was too late to dry." Fan Lisha's childish face flashed in Yang Cheng's eyes. It was not that he was lost, but the girl bowed at a speed comparable to that. Lightning, but the apparently unexplored face made him almost think that Carson had hired child labor.

He didn't know how to laugh or cry, put on slippers, with a slight habit of cleanliness, he thought that he would have to take a bath again when he went upstairs, put down the newspaper, looked at the table full of rich breakfast, casually comforted, "It's okay, who can make a mistake? ."

Yang Cheng's generosity made Fan Lisha laugh, and she was about to bow and thank him, but was severely reprimanded by Carson, "Fan Lisha, how did I teach you? The master didn't ask you, so you can't take the initiative to talk to the master. Have you forgotten? With the mistakes you made this morning, I think today is your last day in Beihai Manor."

Fan Lisha was in a panic, her eyes full of tears looked at the maid for a while, and Carson for a while, and finally looked at Yang Cheng for help, but because of what Carson said just now, she bit her lip and didn't dare to say anything, just wronged. Watching Yang Cheng endlessly.

　　 Yang Cheng, who has never seen women cry, is really curious about what happened in the morning that made the good-tempered Carson fire the servant directly.

He beckoned and asked the maid behind him to come up and explain to herself. Then she understood the situation and reluctantly said to Carson, "I shouldn't have intervened in your work, but today's events must have given Fan Lisha a deep impression. The lesson, everyone is human, and no one can be perfect. Let Fan Lisha make up for today's mistakes with actions. There is no need for expulsion."

I thought Carson would refuse strictly, so Yang Cheng had no choice but to let Carson fire Fan Lisha. After all, this was a housekeeper’s job. His right-hand man turned his face.

But I didn’t expect Carson to smile with relief and follow the flow, “Master is a kind person, I have no opinion, but since Fan Lisha made two mistakes, proper punishment is still necessary~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let her be responsible. Clean up all the restrooms in the maid’s building for a month."

Yang Cheng also understood Carson’s routine. The old guy obviously didn’t want to expel this innocent girl. He was afraid that he would get angry, so he had to be a villain by himself, in exchange for Yang Cheng’s sympathy, so as to save Fan Lisha. The routine was simple but simple. Practical, Yang Cheng, the exploited person, can only pinch his nose to recognize it. He clicked on Carson in the void and joked, "If you don't explain clearly the relationship with Fan Lisha, I'm afraid you will be fired."

Carson smiled and explained calmly, "Fan Lisha is the child I married to my sister’s husband’s house in Scotland. The conditions at the family are not good. I can only send Fan Lisha to me. I don’t want to stand out, I just want to have someone. Stable work to eat."

Yang Cheng nodded. He wouldn't be unkind to anger Carson for this. Human relations are all related to knowledge, and solemnly said, "I know, as long as I am the owner of Beihai Manor, you and these brothers Sisters, all have a bite of food."

　　 Carson thanked him and led Fan Lisha down. Only Yang Cheng and the maid were in the dining room. Except for the news broadcast on the TV, there was no other sound.

After breakfast, Yang Cheng went back to the cloakroom and changed clothes under the help of the maid. Because she was attending a formal event, Yang Cheng's dressing was also very formal today. There were a lot of bow ties, pocket squares, cuffs, and brooches, all tailor-made. The spring suit is light and breathable, looks quite thick, but it is actually very cool. The black fabric is embroidered with a dark pattern totem with special techniques. Only when the sun is full, the pattern can be seen vaguely and the broken hair is combed. The person is chic and elegant, and snaps his fingers in the maid's adoring eyes, let'sgo!