Chapter 1913: This pot of pig hands is mine.

The cook was busy cutting vegetables, and heard heavy footsteps again, thinking that it was the young lady who came again. When she looked back, she found that it was the young master who was here, and she couldn't help but smiled awkwardly, "Oh, the young master is back."
The young master didn't bother to look at the smoky face of the chef, and he responded coldly.
"Master, you are a master who never enters the kitchen. Why did you take the initiative to come to the kitchen today?"
It's no wonder that the cook would ask this question. The young master was born in a rich family, and he always stretched out his clothes to open his mouth. He never went in a greasy place like the kitchen. So the cook felt so strange to see him come in.
The young master replied absently, looking around the kitchen with beautiful eyes.
"Well, let me see if there is anything to eat?"
"Yo, master, you can order this kind of thing, why do you come to the kitchen yourself?"
"Today I played crazy outside and I was really hungry."
The young master made random excuses, but held the small porcelain bottle tighter in his hand. In fact, he just ate and drank in the little pink room, where would he be hungry?
When the cook heard this, she believed it was true, and immediately picked up the dim sum tray on the table and handed it to the young master.
"Master, this is the shredded radish shortbread I just made. It's fragrant and crispy. It's just right to eat it while it's hot. Grandma and grandma love my shortbread. They said the shortbread I made is crispy and delicious. Think about two. Master, you’ll know if you taste it."
The young master looked at a plate of squeaky pancakes and frowned, "No, I don't want to eat pancakes, I want to drink soup." In fact, the young master was thinking that although the pancakes are fragrant, there is no way to prescribe medicine. If you want to prescribe medicine, it is better to use soup and water.
The young master's eyes turned wildly, and he unconsciously aimed at the hot pot of pork knuckles on the stove.
"What's that? It smells good."
Seeing that the young master was also worried about the pot of pig hands, the cook couldn't help feeling flustered.
"Oh, that is the pork knuckle stewed for Xiao Cui."
The young master was startled, and then he laughed.
"When did our mansion start to improve the food for the servants? We actually served Xiaocui stewed pork knuckles? What a waste. She is a servant, can I eat pork knuckles?"
The chef said in a low voice, "Master, this is what grandma meant, saying that Xiao Cui's body is weak and needs to be supplemented."
The chef’s words reminded the young master of what happened today. He thought of Xiao Cui’s Xiaochan, of Xiao Cui’s going to the bath room and begging him for a position, and of the dispute between the fat woman and Xiao Cui.
Finally, the young master grinned and snorted, "You women, it is trouble."
The cook stammered, "Oh, it's not that Xiao Cui is about to be caught by Master"
When the words came to her lips, she still choked. The cook is stupid, her mind is not slow, she knows that her identity is low and it is not convenient to control her master's affairs. So I said half a word and swallowed it back.
"Huh, chef, what are you trying to say? What's wrong with Xiaocui?"
What the chef wants to say is, isn't Xiao Cui about to be accepted as a concubine by the young master? Why do you still say that she is troublesome?
The cook is silly, "It's nothing, I'm a servant, but I didn't keep the door on my lips, nonsense. You are a young master, so don't care about me."
"Okay, I want this pot of pig hands."
After the young master had finished speaking, he walked over immediately, carrying the pot and left.
When the chef saw it, she quickly stopped, "Master, it's not allowed. This pot of pigsty is reserved for Xiao Cui. If you take it away, how can I explain it?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
The young master's white face suddenly turned red, glaring at the cook.
The cook was trembling with fright, and quickly explained, "Master, this pot of pig hands is really reserved for Xiao Cui, you can't take it away."
"Cook, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm the young master of the house, and Xiao Cui is just a maid. I can't eat this pot of pigskin, and I left it for her? When did Xiao Cui be so noble as my young master? Is she going to let her? Which green onion is she?"
Seeing the young master's anger, the kitchen lady knelt on the ground with a puff of fright, regardless of the oily floor.
"Master, this is what grandma meant. Grandma said that the pig's knuckles were reserved for Xiao Cui. I am a lowly cook, how can I disobey?"
The young master has always been pampered and arrogant, and immediately became angry after hearing the words of the chef. Don't say it's grandma, even if it's the master's word on weekdays, if he gets confused, he still doesn't take it seriously. So the chef used his grandma to press him, how could he be in the eye.
"Grandma's meaning? No one can do it. Today, I have to eat this pot of pork knuckles, and see who can do to me?"
"Master, please, if you take away the pigsty, grandma asks, I really can't explain."
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm ready to eat this pot of pigsty."
As soon as the young master's Tai Sui temper came up, he just picked up the pot and left.
The cook cried, "Master, you can't take the pig's hand away."
The young master said coldly, "You tell grandma, if Xiao Cui wants to eat pork knuckles, you will cook another pot. This pot of pig knuckles is mine." After speaking, he took a big step and left the kitchen.
The cook slumped to the ground depressed, she couldn't help shaking, and whispered in her mouth, "This is terrible, the young master, the bullshit, I must be scolded for taking away the pigsty."
The young master took the pig's hand and went out of the kitchen and walked towards the fat woman's bedroom. He secretly smiled, hum, this pot of pigskin, wait for a whole bottle of medicine to be put in, afraid that she won't eat her?
The young master was overjoyed at the thought of the fat woman rolling on the bed after eating the poisonous pig's knuckles.
"This ugly lady's fat body is the most greedy for food. Today, I told her to die on this mouth."
The more the young master thought about it, the more proud he became. He couldn't help but walked to the door and called the door, "Madam, lady, I'm back, open the door."
Why is it called the door instead of pushing the door? It's very simple, because the young masters are holding the hot pot in their hands and can't make it, how do you push the door?
But after shouting, no one inside the door agreed, and no one opened the door.
Master is puzzled, oh, didn't this ugly lady fall asleep waiting for a long time? This gluttonous and sleepy thing, in addition to eating and sleeping, is also fat and ugly. You weren't a pig in your previous life, right?
"Madam, lady, get up? I'm here to bring you something delicious."
The young master was anxious and shouted again.
Still nothing happened.
At this time, the young master was really anxious. He leaned his shoulders and gently slammed the door open, and found that there was no one in the room. How could there be the shadow of a fat woman?
The young master saw that the tent beside the bed was also put down, and said to his heart that this ugly woman was asleep on the bed?
When he put the pot on the table, he opened the curtain and found that the bed was also empty. There is no one in the room.
The young master looked dumbfounded at the empty big bed. The brocade on the bed was messy, and there were still traces of someone lying down. Obviously, the fat lady walked in a hurry and didn't even bother to clean up the bed.