Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want Chapter 711 - Man Do It Himself

Chapter 711: Man Do It Himself

Yun Yao said, “Of course, my words always carry weight.”

Qin Shu slowly closed the laptop and stood up to look at the man on the sofa. “I believe that you, as the head of the family, will not speak without thinking.”

Yun Yao glanced at Ling Shu’s action of closing the laptop, it seemed casual, but it was full of threats.

He chuckled. “What you should be worried about now is how to fool him.”

Qin Shu smiled.

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Qin Shu and Fu Tingyu stayed in the Qingyun Manor and were led to the guest room by Seymour.

Yun Yao stared at the backs of the two of them as they left, deep in thought.

The Qingyun Manor occupied a large area, and the guest room was in the west wing.

Qin Shu followed Seymour to one of the guest rooms. “Mr. Ling, this is your room.”

Seymour looked at the man beside Ling Shu, as he did not know his name, he said, “This gentleman’s room is next door.”

Fu Tingyu glanced at the room next door and was a little displeased.

Seymour said, “If you need anything, you can just ask, the maid is waiting outside, you can also come and look for me.”

Qin Shu said, “Sorry to trouble Mr. Seymour.”

“Mr. Ling is too polite. I’ll take my leave then, if you need anything, feel free to call me.”

After Seymour said that, he turned and left.

Fu Tingyu held the girl’s hand and walked into one of the guest rooms, then he closed the door.

When there were no outsiders, Qin Shu took off her cap and stretched.

As she had used some brainpower earlier, now she could relax and she felt a little sleepy.

Fu Tingyu pulled the girl into his arms and sat on the mahogany sofa by the side. “Tired?”

Qin Shu nestled in the man’s arms and leaned all her weight on him. “Yes, I want to sleep.”

“Then sleep for a while.” The man changed a comfortable position for her.

“Yes.” Qin Shu nodded, but her chest was always feeling very stuffy and she didn’t feel comfortable sleeping, she whispered, “Baby Yu, my chest is stuffy.”

Stuffy chest?

The man looked and his gaze fell on the girl’s chest, she was wearing men’s clothing and a corset underneath.

“Let me help you untie it.”

The girl let out a soft “Uh-huh.”.

The man untied the corset for her very gently, afraid of disturbing her sleep.

After the girl fell asleep, he carried her to the bed and laid her on the bed.

Although it was a guest room, the decoration was very exquisite.

The furniture was made of high-quality solid wood.

Seeing that the girl was sleeping soundly, he stood up and walked out.

Fu Tingyu didn’t expose his ident.i.ty this time, in addition, there was no photo of him in the news, unless they were familiar with each other, even if they saw him, they wouldn’t be able to recognize him as Fu Tingyu of Jiangcheng.

After pa.s.sing through the moon gate, two maids suddenly appeared in front of him, they looked delicate and slim.

“Sir, if you need anything, you can let us know,” the maid said softly with a slightly blushed face.

“I want to go to the kitchen.” Fu Tingyu’s voice was cold and distant.

“Sir, if you need to eat anything, you can let us know.” The maid lowered her head slightly.

Fu Tingyu directly refused, “No need, I can do it myself.”

The maids were shocked when they heard that, they looked at each other and were a little puzzled.

Fu Tingyu, regardless of his looks, temperament, and manly charm, did not look like a person who would enter the kitchen.

“Sir, please follow me.”

Fu Tingyu followed the maid out of the moon gate and all the way to the kitchen.

“Sir, this is the kitchen, the ingredients are all available inside, if you need anything, you can let us know,” the maid said softly.

“Thank you.”Fu Tingyu walked in. The kitchen was very big. The chefs inside were busy preparing lunch.

Fu Tingyu walked to the huge refrigerator, opened the door, and began to pick the ingredients.

The two maids stood behind Fu Tingyu and waited.

As Seymour had instructed that the two gentlemen who lived in the west wing were honored guests, they could not be neglected.

After picking the ingredients, he came to the sink and unb.u.t.toned his cuffs with one hand, his movements were elegant and n.o.ble.

The maid took out an ap.r.o.n and handed it to Fu Tingyu, she asked in a low voice, “Sir, do you need an ap.r.o.n?”

Fu Tingyu turned and saw a dark blue ap.r.o.n, he took it and tied it around his waist.

“Sir, let us help you wash the vegetables.” the maid glanced at the ingredients on the table and asked in a low voice.

“No need.” Fu Tingyu rolled up his sleeves and began to wash the vegetables.

In the huge kitchen, due to Fu Tingyu’s appearance, the busy chefs looked at him one by one.

Anyone could tell at a glance that he was not an ordinary person.

His hands were fair and slender, and the joints of his bones were distinct, anyone could tell at a glance that he is someone used to cooking.

“Who is that person?” The aunty who was picking vegetables by the side asked in a low voice.

“An honored guest of the manor,” the maid replied in a low voice.

“Why does the honored guest wash the vegetables and cook by himself? He doesn’t look like someone who knows how to cook.”

“I’m not sure.” The maid shook her head and looked at Fu Tingyu who was was.h.i.+ng the vegetables, she was also very puzzled.

Fu Tingyu did not seem to hear what they were saying, he washed the ingredients and then cut the vegetables.

His knife skills had been practiced to perfection, the slices were slices, the strips were strips, and his speed was fast.

Not only the maid but even the chefs were dumbfounded.

The chef couldn’t help but ask, “Are you a chef? You Don’t look like a chef no matter how we look at it.”

“No,” Fu Tingyu said, his hand movements were not sloppy at all, after a while, he finished cutting the shredded potatoes.

The chef was shocked again, he was not a chef, but he had such good knife skills?

Back when he was an apprentice, he had to cut countless potatoes before he could cut the potatoes evenly.

There were more than ten stoves in the kitchen, although it was lunchtime, there were still a few empty stoves.

Fu Tingyu started the fire neatly, poured oil, and stir-fried the dishes skillfully.

He controlled the heat well.

The news of Fu Tingyu entering the kitchen somehow reached Yun Yao’s ears, he, who had never been in the kitchen before, also heard that the man who came with Ling Shu had gone into the kitchen.

When Yun Yao came, he saw Fu Tingyu stir-frying the dishes skillfully, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Seymour, who followed closely behind, was also very surprised,

Yun Yao looked at him for a while and said, “I didn’t know that he could cook.”

“Master, I think his ident.i.ty is not ordinary,” Seymour said.

Yun Yao asked, “Have you checked his ident.i.ty?”

“I have, but I couldn’t find anything,” Seymour replied.

“His ident.i.ty is not simple.”Yun Yao looked at Fu Tingyu in front of the stove again, as if guessing who he was.

He suddenly asked, “Where’s Ling Shu?”

“He’s in the guest room and hasn’t come out yet,” Seymour replied.

“Let’s go take a look,” Yun Yao said and turned to walk out.

A hint of puzzlement flashed across Seymour’s eyes, and he quickly followed after him.

In the kitchen

Fu Tingyu did not notice that Yun Yao and Seymour had been to the kitchen earlier, instead, he was focused on cooking.

The others did not notice either.

They were all amazed that Fu Tingyu, who was not a chef, could cook so well.

After cooking a dish, the fragrance spread in the kitchen, making others unable to help but swallow their saliva.

In the guest room in the west wing

Seymour walked in front and led the way, when he reached the door of Ling Shu’s room, he stopped and said, “Master, Ling Shu is in this guest room.”