Jiang Yao was not in a hurry to go out after hearing that she could report in one day.
She walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down.
He picked up the milk on the table, took a sip, and asked, "Azhong, when did you tell Aying yesterday about the change in reporting time?"
Azhong thought for a while: "About two or three o'clock in the afternoon."
Jiang Yao knew it well. After three o'clock in the afternoon, she met Gao Qianying several times, but the other party saw that she did not mention the change of reporting time at all.
It seems that I didn't forget it, but did it on purpose.
What good could be gained by just not telling her this?
Just as Jiang Yao was thinking, she saw Gao Qianying coming out of the kitchen carrying a dinner plate.
"Good morning, young lady." Gao Qianying smiled and nodded, then passed Jiang Yao and walked straight upstairs.
"Wait." Jiang Yao called her, stepped forward, and glanced at the dinner plate in her hand.
A carefully matched breakfast was placed on the plate, with some Chinese and Western dishes prepared, including fish fillet porridge and appetizers, as well as bacon sandwiches, fried eggs, coffee and milk.
Jiang Yao looked at the breakfast placed on the table next to her: milk, toast and several flavors of jam, but nothing else.
Tsk tsk, don’t make the difference in breakfast too obvious.
Gao Qianying didn't seem to notice anything wrong with this at all, or she didn't care at all if Jiang Yao saw it. She had a respectful expression on her face: "What's wrong, young lady? If you're not in a hurry, can you wait?"
"I'm going to go up and deliver breakfast to the young master now. The young master is very strict. The temperature of coffee and milk must be 65°. He doesn't like to drink it if it's cold or hot."
Behind her words, she knew Chen Yanbei's preferences well.
Jiang Yao gave her a meaningful look, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Gao Qianying frowned and thought for a while, and when she saw Ah Zhong next to her, a sudden expression appeared on her face: "Oh, I'm sorry, young lady, I forgot what Ah Zhong asked me to tell you yesterday.
Yesterday I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the young master. You don’t know how picky the young master is about the taste of porridge. He has requirements on the ratio of rice to water and the heat. He used to only drink porridge from Hongji’s when he went out and drank it at home. I have to make the porridge myself..."
Listening to Gao Qianying talking non-stop, Jiang Yao curled her lips, trying to figure out what her intentions were: "Okay, you don't have to tell me these details of serving people. I'm not a servant, so there's no need. Study. But——”
Jiang Yao stretched out her hand with a half-smile, and quickly brought the bowl of fish fillet porridge over, "This porridge looks really good, and I suddenly want to drink it too."
"Young Mistress!" Seeing that her carefully prepared meal was taken away by Jiang Yao, Gao Qianying suddenly became anxious and raised her voice several times, "If you want to drink porridge, I can make it for you, but how can you compete with the young master?" Well, the young master is a patient!"
The angry look on his face made him accuse Jiang Yao of stealing food from the patient.
Admiring the other party's dancing, Jiang Yao did not rush to refute, but sat down at the dining table with the porridge and tasted it slowly and leisurely.
Gao Qianying was obviously not a fool. When she saw Jiang Yao's appearance, she knew that it was useless to argue with her here. She was not willing to fight, so she turned around and hurried upstairs with the dinner plate, waiting for the young master first.
Looking at her hurried back, Jiang Yao suddenly understood why the other party didn't tell her about the change in reporting time.
It turned out that he wanted to take advantage of her to leave early so that he could go up alone to deliver breakfast to Chen Yanbei.
On the surface she is a maid, but in reality it is self-evident what she is thinking.
Jiang Yao raised a sneer on her lips, put down the porridge in her hand, and told Azhong to call Sister An over.
