Xiaoyao Village Doctor

Chapter 366
At this time, Butler Yang hurried in from the kitchen door.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed Wang Teng's body and said, "You'd better hurry up, Mr. Jiang can't wait."

Wang Teng didn't talk to Butler Yang, but just gave him a blank look. He always felt that talking to him was playing the piano to the cow.

"Why did you come in again?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Steward Yang and said, "Didn't I tell you to go out?"

Butler Yang smiled obsequiously, and replied, "Hey, I'm worried, so I came in to take a look."

"Get out of here quickly."

With Jiang Xiaoxiao's loud shout, Steward Yang really had no choice but to walk out of the kitchen door obediently.

Wang Teng was not in a hurry, he found a wooden stool and sat next to the stove, took out his mobile phone, turned on the chicken, and started two rounds.

After eating two handfuls of chicken in a row, an hour passed quickly.

Jiang Xiaoxiao just waited anxiously on the sidelines.

After Wang Teng got up, he put his mobile phone back into his pocket, and opened the lid of the steamer casually, a stream of white steam came out from inside, and the color of preserved vegetables and braised pork also became sugar-brown and sugar-red.

Although the color looks good, the smell from inside is particularly unpleasant.

Jiang Xiaoxiao came over and smelled it with her nose, and she almost vomited out of the smoke, and said, "This smells too bad, can I eat it? I think it's fine."

"You do not understand."

Wang Teng said: "This is called good medicine, which tastes bitter, and it's the same reason when it's used on dishes."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't speak again, but just gave Wang Teng a blank look.

After a while, Wang Teng took out the braised meat with preserved vegetables from the steamer, put it in a very delicate jade bowl, and sprinkled some chopped green onion on the skin of the meat.

"Okay, it's time to serve."

Wang Teng took another tray from under the cabinet, and called Steward Yang in from the door.

Steward Yang waited outside the door so anxiously that his forehead was covered with cold sweat when he ran in.

Wang Teng handed the tray to Butler Yang and said, "The dishes are ready, you can serve it to Mr. Jiang."

"Is... all right?"

Steward Yang stuttered when he spoke, as if he felt that he was listening strangely in his heart.

"Where do you come from so much nonsense? If you tell you to go, just go and get rid of the ink."

Wang Teng glared at Butler Yang.

Butler Yang had no choice but to walk out of the kitchen door with the tray in hand.

After arriving outside the door, Butler Yang handed the tray to a nanny and said, "Give the dishes to Mr. Jiang."

"Ok."

The nanny nodded, turned and left with the tray in both hands.

Wang Teng and Jiang Xiaoxiao also followed behind, only to see a dozen nannies and assistants in the corridor lined up in a line, heading towards Jiang Fei's bedroom one after another.

This way of serving food was only done by ancient emperors.

The Jiang family has a lot of rules, and being a servant in this kind of place is simply suffering.

When Wang Teng asked a nanny about their monthly salary, the nanny just smiled lightly and replied, "Not much, less than [-]."

Wang Teng didn't know what to answer when he heard it.

It seems that working as a babysitter in Jiang's family is higher than the salary of blue-collar workers in the company. No wonder they are so obedient, even if they are beaten and scolded, they can bear it.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Teng and asked, "How do you feel about coming to our Jiang family? Does it feel like being in a palace?"

Wang Teng cast a glance at Jiang Xiaoxiao and replied, "It looks like a high-end nursing home to me."

"Hmph, you won't say that in the future."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't bother to look at Wang Teng, and followed the group of nannies to the third floor.

Jiang Fei's master bedroom is also on the third floor. He usually eats in the bedroom and doesn't like to sit in the living room. It looks like a rich man's hobby, but he is actually lazy.

After half a sound,
More than a dozen nannies lined up in a row, and the front nannie knocked on Jiang Fei's door with a tray.

"Mr. Jiang, you've finished your pickled pork with pickled vegetables, do you need to serve?"

Butler Yang asked softly as he stood at the door of the bedroom.

Jiang Fei was sitting on the sofa next to a bed, reading a newspaper over and over again. After reading it for more than an hour, he didn't finish it. He was also a genius.

"come in."

Jiang Fei looked up at the door and waved.

Steward Yang came in with two people, took the tray back casually, and put the preserved vegetables and braised pork in the jade bowl on the table.

"Mr. Jiang, would you like me to prepare some tea for you?"

Butler Yang felt a little uneasy, his hands were shaking when he put the tray down, he was afraid that Jiang Fei would be unhappy after eating this bowl of preserved vegetables and pork.

"no need."

Jiang Fei waved his hand, got up from the sofa, and then stretched.

Butler Yang then stammered, "You...how about I pour you a glass of water."

Jiang Fei felt strange, what happened to Steward Yang today?He asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Butler Yang said with a wry smile: "Mr. Jiang, I have served your old man in Jiang's house for so long. If I have offended you, please don't fire me. There are old and young. My wife has AIDS recently."

Jiang Fei was taken aback for a moment, and replied: "Hmph, you just like to talk glibly, when did I deduct a cent of your salary? Don't worry."

"Emma, ​​Mr. Jiang has your words, so I feel relieved."

Butler Yang broke into a cold sweat, but his hands and feet were still shaking slightly.

At the same time, Wang Teng and Jiang Xiaoxiao also walked in from the door.

When Wang Teng saw Jiang Fei, he greeted Jiang Fei specially, and then said, "Mr. Jiang, I've prepared your pickled pork with pickled vegetables for you. You can try it first."

Jiang Xiaoxiao stood behind Wang Teng, bowed her head and dared not say a word.

Jiang Fei walked to the table and sat on a chair. A nanny came over and handed him a pair of chopsticks. He took the chopsticks and opened the jade bowl on the table.

"Not bad, it looks quite appetizing."

Jiang Fei raised his head to look at Wang Teng, and at the same time picked up a piece of pickled meat with preserved vegetables in the bowl with his chopsticks. He first sniffed it with his nose, and then slowly opened his mouth and took a bite.

Jiang Fei hadn't eaten half of this piece of braised meat, his face turned black, and he spat out the chewed meat with a bah.

Seeing this scene, Steward Yang was so frightened that he peed out of his underwear. He hurriedly stepped forward and patted Jiang Fei's back a few times, and said, "Mr. Jiang, does it taste bad? Don't be angry. I'll teach that Wang Teng a lesson right away."

"Too bad to eat!"

Jiang Fei slapped the table hard, and said angrily: "This is the first time I have eaten such an unpalatable dish. Is this made by Wang Teng? Fortunately, he is still a god of food."

(End of this chapter)