"Five"
Liu Mei shook her head
"Fifty"
Liu Mei shook her head again.
"How much, tell me quickly." Wang Bushu was a little anxious, for fear that the old man would eat them all.
Carefully looking at the rich man beside him, Liu Mei whispered, "About 50%."
"Fifty percent, that's more than three hundred pills." Looking at the rich man's belly, Wang Bushi was surprised and asked curiously, "Master, is your stomach a bottomless pit? You can actually eat so much."
Fu Jia was also a little embarrassed. He clasped his hands behind his back and drew circles on the ground with his toes, "Don't be envious, it's natural."
Well, this is the first time I heard that foodies are said to be so self-righteous. Most people are born to be foodies, but ordinary people are really not born. Wang Busheng suddenly found that a wealthy person is very suitable to live in the 21st century and work in a corporate unit that cares about food. There is profit but no loss.
Fifty percent, what a terrible figure, it is unimaginable that one person can eat such a large amount of food. If Wang Busheng remembers correctly, the wealthy party ate eight steamed buns, five bowls of porridge, and more than a dozen jelly beans in the morning. Well, it’s a blessing to be able to eat at such an old age.
"Where's the silver?"
Because he had eaten too much, the rich man was a little embarrassed, so when Wang Bushit asked for the silver, he did not hesitate and took out a small bag from his arms, which was filled with broken silver and broken copper plates. After all, the main force of consumption today was Even if he is a beggar, it is impossible for him to have a bank note with a relatively large denomination. "It's all here."
After taking the banknote, Wang Busui clicked it carefully. It was much different from what he expected, but fortunately he did not lose money and made a bit of profit. Of course, if you add in the money eaten by the rich party, the profit is still good, twice as much. However, he met an unreliable master and now he can only continue to wander among the poor peasant class.
"So, there is still money to be made," Rich Party A asked cautiously, "My two cents bonus."
"Ah" Wang Busheng was choked and felt uncomfortable, "Master, can we have some face? You have eaten so much, and you still have the nerve to ask for dividends."
"Why am I so shameless? Why am I so shameless? How do I survive this time, Master, who is over a hundred years old?" Fu Jiafang said angrily, "I just ate some snacks from you. What a big deal."
"Will you compensate me?" Wang Bushi asked in surprise. Often when two people quarrel, someone will say in the end that I have a lot of money, and naturally the other party will happily collect the money. Obviously the rich party will not do this.
"Stay with you. You are sick. You have a wife. If you want me to accompany you, I will just eat something from you. You want me to repay you with my body. If you are willing, I am not willing." Fu Jiafang was furious and inadvertently covered his chest with his hand, looking scared.
"Well, the old man must be deliberately disgusting himself." The king has no words until he dies, and even if he has a wife, he won't be allowed to use it. The law of the Ming Dynasty does not allow it.
"Stop inking, mother-in-law and mother are just like women." As if thinking of something, he looked at Leng Bingbing, Fu Jia Fang smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I'm not talking about you, my daughter-in-law."
"Well, I know you are just talking about me." Leng Bingbing, who was always cold and cold, also said a cold joke.
"Well, husband and wife are united and share the same hatred and hatred."
"Liu Mei, don't be stunned, hurry up and start cooking. It's been a tiring day and we haven't eaten yet." Ignoring the two of them, the rich man ordered Liu Mei loudly.
"Um, Master, are you sure you want me to cook?" Liu Mei tried in a low voice. Liu Mei was still confident about cooking at first, but after tasting the young master's cooking skills, Liu Mei's self-confidence was hurt. , the gap is a bit big, um, it’s big.
"Oh, I forgot, the food you cooked is only suitable for feeding pigs." He looked at Wang Busheng and said, "You are stunned, hurry up and cook, go to bed early at night, and continue selling jelly beans on the street tomorrow."
"Master, you don't have to worry. I plan to go to the street to buy it myself tomorrow. You'd better beg for food by yourself. This profession is tailor-made for you and is most suitable for you." Wang Busui was helpless when he met such a master who could eat. He always ate more than he sold, so what should he do?
"Oh, that's fine. Selling jelly beans is too hard, and it's not my specialty. It's easier to beg for food," Rich A replied cheerfully, and then thought of something and asked hurriedly, "How do I calculate my two cents of dividends?"
"We also need to share dividends. I produce and sell things. Master, don't you think you will have uneasy conscience if you continue to take commissions?"
Wang Bushi looked at the rich man in disbelief. Could it be that he has been a beggar for a long time, his conscience has been eaten by dogs, and he has no bottom line as a human being.
"No, don't worry about this. You will still be given the dividends that should be paid. Master is not ashamed at all to take them." Fu Jiafang said confidently, naturally there could be no shame on his face.
"Master, if you don't work hard, there will be no gains. If you don't put in hard work and sweat, how can you see tomorrow's rainbow?"
"How can you see tomorrow's rainbow if you don't go through wind and rain? How dare you read half of your studies?" He looked at Wang Busheng, who had a very low level of education, with disdain. The rich man advised him, "Read more, reading makes people better." progress".
"Okay, chicken soup for the soul, everyone can make it."
"Master, how about this, you make it at home, and Liu Mei and I go to the streets to sell it?" Since dividends are unavoidable, we can only use labor to offset the debt. Although the rich party is older, proper physical labor is also a kind of exercise.
"What to do? I'm old and can't find the strength."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, don't worry, I won't tire you."
My cooking skills are a bit poor, but one cannot be a waste. Although it is a career with no future as a servant, one still needs to have a thirst for knowledge and a desire to make progress. Liu Mei has been playing tricks on Wang BuSheng, watching every move of Wang BuSheng cooking, hoping to learn something.
Leng Bingbing has been sitting aside, with no intention of stepping forward to help. As for women, not many women like to cook.
Today's dinner was not very satisfying, because the performance of the rich party today affected Wang Busheng's mood, so that the food tonight was not rich, and even the rice did not have sugar, so the taste was naturally a little worse, so the rich party I just ate three bowls of rice. Well, I was half full, so I went back to rest.
The moon and stars are thin again, another day has passed, and the only change is the passage of time. Of course, if it were not for the poor performance of the rich party, Wang Busheng would have changed his money bag.
Because of Liu Mei's behavior yesterday, Rich A even refused to let him sleep in this house even if he was beaten to death. Liu Mei had no choice but to go to the hut where Wang BuSi lived, and Wang BuSi turned over and the serf sang the song and left the hut. Moved to the big house, Yu Lengbing shared the same room with different beds.
The spring night is late, the spring is full of hatred, and the flowers outside are singing to the moon.
Without people, it is difficult to rely on dreams, just a little red gauze lamp.
Partial resentment and farewell are the Fang Festival, and there are thousands of lilacs in the court.
The evening fog disperses, the dawn glows, and the two swallows fly between the beams.
Spring nights are lingering, and so are summer nights. In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and soon the sun rises high again. A new day, an unknown day comes once again.
Getting up early is a necessary condition for a successful person. Wang Busheng has not been successful for the time being, but he does not have the habit of sleeping in late. After moving from a small house to a big house full of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, especially when the air was filled with Leng Bingbing's unique fragrance, Wang Bushi slept more soundly. Leng Bingbing, on the other hand, was just the opposite. He tossed and turned all night, tossing and turning, which was scolding Wang Bushi. Whether she was an animal or worse than an animal, only she knew. She didn't sleep well all night, so that Leng Bing had heavy dark circles on her face. But there is also another flavor, such as the smoky eye of the 21st century.
Wang Busei got up very early, but he didn't expect Liu Mei to get up earlier. Could it be that the accommodation conditions in the hut were so unbearable for those who have been oppressed and exploited that they didn't sleep all night.
The yard has been cleaned. Although it is not as clean as new, there is not a fallen leaf. A diligent person always starts from getting up early.
Seeing Wang Busui coming out, Liu Mei hurriedly prepared face wash.
Wang Bushu was a little embarrassed. It was a bit too much to be taken care of by others when he had the skills and abilities.
"Liu Mei, I can do it by myself, I don't need you to wait on me like this," Wang Bushit said.
Liu Mei smiled and said, "Master, this is what I should do. As a servant, you should do anything for your master."
Feudal society is really harmful to people. It has caused many people to lose the ability to do things on their own, and has raised a bunch of trash that can only talk. The trend is like this, and it cannot be changed even if the emperor dies. Human beings are still very adaptable, and there are things that cannot be eaten. Despite the suffering, there are also blessings that cannot be enjoyed.
Wash your face and brush your teeth, you are a energetic young man again.
Leng Bingbing came out a little later. After all, as a woman, she wears more clothes, so it is understandable that it takes longer.
There is a popular saying in the slave circle. If you want to live well in the master's house, the most important thing is to serve the mistress of the house well. After all, women are in charge of everything in the house.
In line with the mentality of loving what she does, Liu Mei plans to continue her career as a servant. After all, meeting such a good master will not necessarily bring you such a blessing even if you have prayed before the Buddha for thousands of years. After all, this world is a hierarchical society. It is natural for the master to oppress his subordinates. It is not good to eat from the bowl, look at the pot, and think about what is in the ground. The thing in the pot is too hot, and the thing in the ground is not good. If you are familiar with it, what is in your bowl is the most suitable for you. The future may be beautiful, with a prosperous road and unlimited future, but the first thing you have to do is to make the best of today.
Seeing her mistress come out, Liu Mei showed even more enthusiasm. The smile on her face was like a chrysanthemum in March, so bright that she could no longer see it with her eyes. I hurriedly brought water, soap locust, and even toothpaste.
Well, Wang Busui was a little embarrassed. He didn't seem to have any soap when washing his face. He also squeezed the toothpaste by himself. Did Liu Mei do it on purpose or forgot about it? It's not good to treat him differently.
"Madam, you got up so early, why don't you sleep more? Only with enough sleep can you have good skin. Although madam, you are naturally beautiful, radiant and flawless, you still need to maintain it as necessary. A woman must know how to feel pain. Cherish yourself and your appearance and skin.” Liu Mei spoke eloquently. Even Wang Busheng in the 21st century did not understand beauty as much as Liu Mei. Her identity changed very quickly. Liu Mei also changed from a waiter in a shop to a slave, and now she is transformed into a beauty expert.
"This kid really did it on purpose," Wang Bushui had the answer in his heart and forgot about his master. It's also heartless. Wage deductions must be made.
Leng Bingbing did not look down on other people's hobbies just because he was a slave. Although he did not treat everyone equally, towards Liu Mei, Leng Bingbing still regarded him as a family member. He could not be too indifferent to his family members and spoke in a light tone. Said "Thank you, I have formed a habit, and I can't fall asleep when I wake up."
"That's because the lady is diligent and doesn't sleep in. The early bird catches the worm. A good day always starts in the early morning. You are refreshed and energetic. People who get up early will have better skin, and people who get up early will have better skin." It is also easy to keep in shape, speed up metabolism, and help to develop all aspects of the body's skills," Liu Mei said.
"It's true that those who have studied abroad know more." For the first time, Wang Busheng discovered that Liu Mei was such a talkative person. If he didn't get up earlier, he should have someone to praise him. Of course, Wang Busheng would not tolerate his wife's jealousy.
