Spoiling His Wife Too Much: Chief Compulsory Love

Zhan Yan walked to the dining table, and the servant handed him the coffee that had been brewed a long time ago. He picked up the cup and took a sip gracefully. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he said loudly to the kitchen: "Also, in the future No need to call her Ma'am...she's not..."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young master and his wife are at odds again.

What's more, this time, he brought other women to live in the villa openly, and treated the master like a servant in a grand manner, even able to say the last sentence.

Although the young master looked calm and breezy on the surface, the servants who had served him for so long felt his hidden fierceness, so they all silently did not dare to say anything, and lowered their heads to do their own things.

Listening to Zhan Yan's words, Yi Xiao didn't react too much, but her fingertips trembled on her chest, then she lowered her head and washed all the vegetables, and then began to cut them into small pieces.

Li Yuhan in the restaurant was a little impatient, leaning on Zhan Yan's chest, pouted and said coquettishly: "Yan, please ask the servant to help Yi laugh, she has been messing around for so long, I'm almost starved to death."

Zhan Yan ignored Li Yuhan, and pointed to the kitchen again with a cold tone: "Yi Xiao, I'll give you another 5 minutes."

Yi Xiao, who hadn't held a kitchen knife for a long time, was suddenly yelled at by Zhan Yan, his wrist trembled, and when the knife fell, he accidentally cut his finger. Although it wasn't deep, the scarlet blood still flowed all over the kitchen board.

The smell of green pepper mingled with her wound, causing a piercing pain.

But Yi Xiao gritted her teeth, endured the pain and did not make a sound. Now that things had happened, she didn't want to see the servants' sympathetic gazes. This would only make Zhan Yan despise her even more.

Yi Xiao washed the wound with cold water indiscriminately, put the vegetables on the cutting board into the crystal plate, adjusted the ingredients, and served it on the dining table.

Li Yuhan was nestling in Zhan Yan's arms at this time, with a pen in her mouth, facing a piece of paper on the table, as if thinking about something, after a second, she wrote a few words on the paper , and shouted with a smile on his face: "Okay!"

Zhan Yan looked down and rubbed Li Yuhan's long hair: "It's really naughty."

Although his tone was doting, his eyes were cold.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the paper on the table and threw it to Yi Xiao. The whole movement was crisp and neat, and he didn't even pinch her eyes.

Yi Xiao was stunned for a moment before looking down at the paper in his hand: Five thousand for cooking, five thousand for laundry, five thousand for cleaning the bedroom...

I wrote a lot densely, all with clearly marked prices.

Yi Xiao really didn't know whether she should be sad or thankful that she had become the most expensive servant in history.

He could only hold his palms quietly without saying a word.

At this time, Li Yuhan picked up a fork on the table, picked up a small tomato, and handed it to Zhan Yan's mouth. As soon as the tomato entered his mouth, his brows frowned, and he spat out the tomato on the table in disgust: "This is What, a fishy smell, Yixiao, did you do it on purpose, do it again for me immediately."

"Forget it, Yan, Yi Xiao is a thousand dollars after all, it's not bad to be able to cut vegetables well." Li Yuhan Yangzi's voice sneered, seeing Zhan Yan deliberately censure Yi Xiao, she felt so happy and couldn't wait. Show your virtuousness: "Yan, what do you want to eat? I will make it for you."

"Don't... I'll do it." Yi Xiao hurriedly organized Li Yuhan, raised the corners of her lips, and mocked: "It's 5000 yuan, Miss Li, don't take my job."