Is the Evil God Me?

When he came to the manor, Lynn's heart couldn't help but tremble when he said these words.

Listening to the countess's tone, it seems that it is not so simple.

Soon Amiste got up and walked towards the door, twisting the plump meat. After all, she was in Sophia's house, and what she had just done was enough. Ya's unhappiness may affect Lynn, so she won't do anything.

Besides, Emista and Sophia were really having a good time chatting.

Then some means are unnecessary. The Russell family has only the countess in power so far, and the others have disappeared. I really thought that Emista had no other means.

It's just that means, if it is for the sake of harming others and benefiting oneself, you should use it as little as possible, and you will probably end up calculating on yourself. This kind of thing is not uncommon.

"Can I regret it now?"

Lynn said half-jokingly, tidying up his clothes.

"I won't allow you to lick your wounds alone in the corner after being hit. Lynn, you are not a wolf. The road you are going to take is thousands of times more exciting than the wolf king."

The countess gave a splendid smile and left the bedroom with a beautiful back to Lynn.

"Wonderful……"

The little gentleman fell on the bed again. The more splendid life is, the more unpredictable the turbulent undercurrents will be. He originally wanted to be stubborn, but now he has to admit a fact. That is, others are not fools, and it is impossible for fish and clams to compete forever, so that those who are on the other side will profit in vain.

It is like a book. After World War II, I was eager to see it. I hoped that the rabbit and the eagle would fight every day, so that it could benefit and reproduce the glorious dream of the past. Many neighbors around the rabbit thought so. But the real situation is that these countries can only be reduced to the stones thrown by other big countries to explore the way. They don't care whether the stones live or die. Only the rabbits exercise their steel muscles for the sake of the stability of the surrounding area, and they show kindness and kindness.

Then these neighbors who were eager to show their loyalty, after the rabbit gradually pushed the eagle out of Asia, changed their faces as fast as turning a book.

Quite the face-changing speed of the French daily when it faced Napoleon.

Lin En didn't say anything else, the blue eyes were full of indifferent persistence, he wanted to understand it yesterday. It is impossible to go on with a simple gong, and sometimes it is necessary to be strong.

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This breakfast was very interesting.

The countess also participated with great interest. Meltis took out the plate and chose one according to the hostess' preference. Among them, there was a slow-cooked seafood soup. There was no MSG in this era, and the umami of seafood can be described as It's a must, and it's very difficult to boil the umami, especially Albion's stews rarely involve seafood.

Then there is the fried egg, which is different from ordinary fried eggs. This egg is a runny egg. After being cut with a knife, the egg liquid will spread out beautifully, giving people a visual enjoyment. Amiste watched Sophia cut one with great interest, and then cut her own with her own hands, and finally broke through Lynn's.

The final white porridge with short meat pancakes is a break from the traditional Albion breakfast.

Obviously, the countess had already had breakfast before coming.

But in the face of Lynn's family-style breakfast, she still moved her index finger and swept away the rich breakfast in front of her. Meredith was very surprised. All along, the countess would not overeat, she was always shy about the dazzling array of meals, and at most one or two sips would make people withdraw.

Today, I have a strong appetite, and I like these dishes that I have never heard of.

Lynn glanced at Amiste's flat stomach more than once at the dinner table.

no change.

It seems that the women around him have this function, that is, no matter how much he eats and observes with his eyes, his posture does not seem to change. Could it be that the nutrition went into the nutrition bag?

The little gentleman couldn't help but spit in his heart.

"Hu~~ The taste is very light, but it is very appetizing, and the method used is also very interesting. It should not be a traditional cooking method, especially this white porridge, which is obviously very simple but makes people unable to stop." The Countess is satisfied with Xiangxiang He breathed out a breath of hot air and commented briefly.

Then she concluded by wiping her clean lips with the handkerchief handed by the head maid.

"This is breakfast. Before I ate either grass or oil, it was all garbage."

"Uh, I think bread and milk are also good." Lynn protested weakly, and then was flamboyantly ignored by the countess.

"You are amazing, I did use some new ideas, and the kitchen utensils are also customized. You must be a gourmet." Sophia admired it very much. Generally, nobles just enjoy and don't care about the process.

This made a lot of jokes during the steam revolution.

Many old aristocrats are arrogant and disdain in the face of the industrial system that has begun to explode, thinking that inferior people will take care of this. As for the inability to develop the industry in the territory, I just asked for a few blacksmiths, but the lines are like mountains. This is not a problem of the number of blacksmiths at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but a problem of knowledge and precision of industrial civilization.

"I guess I'll be a frequent guest in the future."

Emiste smiled charmingly, her eyes first circled around Lynn, and then turned to Sophia. Those eyes that seemed to be able to speak expressed their deep meaning in a decent manner.

Chef Sophia's meal is of course delicious.

But it's not enough to make Emister praise this. She subtly expressed that her future visit is not only for Lynn, but also for Sophia. The subtext is that both of you are important to me. Sophia didn't understand, but she felt very comfortable instinctively. Lynn understood and sighed at the countess' wrist.

As expected of a flirtatious countess, Lynn and Sophia were both pleased with one sentence.

After the meal is an intimate conversation between the hostess and the female guests.

The sensible Lynn packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to clean them. The maid Merdice instinctively came to help. The head maid was really capable and started much faster than Lynn.

The rustic head maid had a little sweat on her forehead, so Lynn wiped it off for her.

The relationship between the little gentleman and the head maid was actually quite close because of the countess. She was willing to show Lynn her most shameful and inferior parts. Of course, she was so obedient because she liked him later.

"There are some patties here. Do you want to try? That's my idea." Lynn grabbed a piece of patty.

"But, Lynn, there's still work..."

The head maid was obviously a little curious, and the countess was full of praise. Of course, she wanted to copy them all.

"Leave it all to me, you are also a guest to me." Lynn quickly stuffed the meatloaf into her small mouth, blinking her eyes like a discharge.

Meredith quickly lowered her head and stood obediently behind Lynn. Quietly looking up at Lynn's thin but sturdy back, a happy smile spread across the head maid's lips.