Respect is worse than resignation

Chapter 22

Yin Yiming has an extremely rich mental activity at the moment, but unfortunately, even if she lends her the highest quality bear bile, she doesn't have the courage to complain to Wen Xi face to face.

Looking up at Mr. Wen's natural goddess look, that's not the material for doing housework, if you don't make trouble, it's true love, okay?

At any time, a clear division of labor is always the prerequisite for energy saving and high efficiency. No matter how poor the crew is, the queen and maids cannot be greeted by one actor.

Even the blind can see that Wen Lao is the type who is doing big things, and the truth is kingly and informal.

And someone like myself has the unlimited potential of an old lady from constellation to temperament.

When needed by the queen, you have to charge forward without any hesitation.Since it is the maidservant's fate, you have to admit it first, respect is worse than acceptance.Let's save Miss's heart and so on to use when weeping in dreams, it's really not a good occasion now.

Yin Yiming did a good job of mental work for himself, he felt refreshed immediately, stood up and shook his arms, his mobile phone called up the famous inspirational song list as bgm, and then made a project plan from a high-level perspective and started construction.

Wen Lao was taken aback by the music played by Yin Yiming, but was soon infected by the inexplicable and tragic atmosphere. He tied up his hair very briskly, and was eager to try.

"No, no, no, you don't have to end, just pick a cool place, have a good tea and rest. I will call you when I need help, hey, don't move, I have to put things over there .”

What a joke, in the professional category of a maid, it would be embarrassing for the queen to steal the spotlight.

Yin Yiming threw himself into the role of mother paper regardless of his own life, and even regarded himself as an old drama player. Not only did he seize the right to place and tie various items, but he also drove the owner out of her work area. sense of pride.

Mr. Wen may not be confident about his professional level, so he stopped arguing with Yin Yiming, and handed her his small flower apron from the kitchen, "Then be careful, I will prepare a big meal for you at noon." .”

Take a look, it's worth it, it's worth it, it's really worth it!

Sure enough, there is a karmic cycle, and the way of heaven is unhappy.

A diligent child has a certain number of luck, and the coconut wind cannot stop it.

Mr. Wen's small floral apron looks brand new, without any traces of fighting under the fire of cooking oil in the kitchen, not even the tiniest oil star, the white starry sky is full of fragrance at first glance look.

Yin Yiming quickly put on the little flower shirt bestowed on him by God, and then glanced at the beautiful teacher leaning against the door smiling sweetly, feeling a little hypoxic with joy.

Such professional equipment and such considerate intentions are really inspiring.

The nanny Yin raised her eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall. Well, it's still early, so try to finish it early, go to the kitchen to help Mr. Wen, and wait for the food to come to the table. It's really uneasy.

The custom-made fashions, jewelry, and bags were dazzling with 24k golden light, and the babysitter Yin carefully cleaned them up, for fear that they would not be easy to explain to Elder Wen if they were damaged.

While working hard, I didn't feel uncomfortable in my heart.

Cheng Siya sent such precious things to Wen Lao, not just one or two, but a whole room, which is simply too much.

This kind of relationship is easy to say, but no one would believe it. Coupled with the few words I heard in the morning, it is really bad to think about it.

As long as Cheng Siya appears in Wen Lao's life, it's like pouring a whole jar of mature vinegar into a pot of stewed fresh fish soup, it's too sour and bubbling with bitterness.

The maid Yin thought secretly, but she didn't realize that she had arranged herself into the queen's love life in a very blind way, and guessed all the queen's thoughts, and her worries were a little out of bounds.

There is no way, this matter has something to do with Wen Xi, it just makes people unable to let go.

This is probably also destiny, you have to admit it.If you have a stance to be sad, then you will be sad, if you don’t have a stance to be sad, even if you create a stance, you will be sad.

Things are almost packed, and Yin Yiming's mood, which is brewing with complex elements such as inferiority, anxiety, and worrying about dogs and mice, has fallen to the bottom.

She moved the last pile of things to the corner, and she didn't know who she was angry with, so she wanted to open the door and walk out without looking back.

From birth to now, the hesitant and hesitant personality traits have never left Yin Yiming very far. She has her hands on the door, but her legs and feet are still looking for excuses for herself to stay.

After all, it’s not easy to make a big meal. It’s cool to leave without saying goodbye, and it can reflect your personality, but if you don’t try the food cooked by Mr. Wen this time, you may never have another chance in the future.

The little servant Yin finally convinced himself, and looked up at the wall clock again—it was still eight twenty.

Well, it turned out that there was no electricity.

Wen Lao, you are really too broad-minded, and my constellation and I express our sincere contempt and contempt for you.

Yin Yiming moved the stool, took off the wall clock, looked at the model of the battery, and made a note of it to replace it later.

Forget it, no one is perfect, he looks like that, he is so knowledgeable and talented, and he can support a big meal by himself, some gods can't do that, you have to worship what you should worship, what's wrong with you That's easy to call jealousy.

Yin Yiming comforted himself, took off the floral apron happily, and ran to the kitchen with light steps to see Mr. Wen's craftsmanship.

Hey, I usually live with my grandpa, and I pay attention to practicality and sincerity in everything. I have no chance to learn advanced flattering skills, and now I don’t know how to praise my old age.

Wenxi's apartment is an old school house, and the area is a bit small, and the kitchen is set up on the balcony on the shaded side.

Yin Yiming was thinking about the table of good food, and walked to the balcony a few steps, and found that Mr. Wen was so obedient, and asked her to rest in a cool place, and she really did not treat him badly.

There are indeed a few kinds of seasonal vegetables on the console, but most of them don’t look very fresh, and they are piled up. Looking at Mr. Wen, with a book on his lap, he is leaning against a rattan chair in a cradle, quietly ,sleep.

Since the balcony of the kitchen is on the shaded side, the light is a bit cold, and the broken hair on Wen Xi's forehead hangs on the edge of her brow bone, which still can't conceal the tiredness of her frowning.

Between light and darkness, Yin Yiming felt for the first time that Wen Xi's perfect face was full of exhaustion and not happy at all. It was different from what she saw in class and in the banquet hall of the auditorium. .

The maid Yin held a small apron in her hand, and stood tall and slender in front of the Queen, watching.

This light and shadow change made Wen Xi, who was in a light sleep, wake up quickly. Inside the squinted eyes, there was no radiance of wisdom and wisdom in the usual way. It was full of gentleness and sloppyness that Yin Yiming had never seen before, with a feeling of just waking up little confused.

Take a look, it turned out to be the same as ordinary people.

If I am not afraid of death, I really want to film this scene now.

"Well, sorry, I just want to see the recipe first..."

This.

"It's okay, Mr. Wen. It's too late for you to study the recipes now. If you trust me, I'll cook this 'big meal' for you."

Yin Yiming didn't hold her accountable that she didn't cook at all. Anyway, the little pain just now had completely defeated her, so she could just do as she pleased.

"You get up first, move your hands and feet, sleep on the balcony, you are very easy to catch a cold, don't think it is summer blablabla."

Yin Yiming stretched out his hand and helped Wen Xi up from the rattan chair in the cradle, wishing to hang black threads all over his forehead while talking.

When the old lady is also addicted, her heart and body are all-round, and she even enters the role in language, so I want to cry.

"Do you have a cloth bag at home? Come and bring one. It's the kind of reusable shopping bag."

Yin Yiming took Wen Xi, who was still a little unconscious, to the living room to change shoes, "Let's go to the vegetable market to buy some fresh ingredients first. I saw the ones on your chopping board. It feels like they are old, so I threw them away cruelly. It's not worth eating a bad stomach."

Teacher, you are really in line with everyone's fantasy of a goddess. You don't eat the fireworks in the world, and you can drink the wind to be full. If you want to eat, open the window and let the northwest wind blow in. Open your mouth and you will have a meal.

Yeah, never fire, right?

I don't blame you, it's just me thinking too much. Whoever has seen God bring cooking skills himself, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have it, as long as you nod, the cook has it ready-made.

Wen Xi really thought about it seriously, "Well, it hasn't been too long. My aunt brought some when she came to visit a few days ago, but I didn't use up all of them. I'm alone, and I don't fire much."

Won't you put it in the refrigerator when you don't use it up, dear?God you have so much common sense when you let them parade on the balcony on a hot day.

Oh no, eat alone, that's the point, oh yeah!

Explain what, that shameless Cheng Siya didn't get a chance to eat.

"Yeah, next time you can eat and buy now. There are some things that you can't let go."

Yin Yiming, who was so happy, pushed the supermarket shopping trolley, and took Wenxi who was strolling around in the supermarket. While busy shopping around, he put Wenxi in the trolley. The ingredients that are close to the limit of the shelf life will be taken out one by one.

Worrying, the feeling of breaking my heart, it turned out to be like this.

Wen Xi was in a good mood, walked slowly with empty hands, felt comfortable, and stopped arguing with Yin Yiming.

In the end there was only serious disagreement at checkout.

"I haven't spent the championship bonus of the Welcome Cup last time. If I pay this time, I will thank you for motivating me to play. Otherwise, where would the bonus come from?"

Yin Yiming believed himself to be a master of Tai Chi, so after a few loops, he handed Wen Xi's hand to the cashier back into his arms, holding it tenderly, "And last time, you also took a lot of trouble to compensate Cheng Dong's skirt." , just give me a chance to make amends."

I don't know why, but the room full of golden gifts that Cheng Siya gave always lingers.I can't give away gold and silver, so I have to invite Mr. Wen to have a meal anyway.

The excessive divergence of thinking made Yin Yiming realize that he was holding Wen Xi's hand all the time, and he didn't let go when he got out of the supermarket.