Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 118 Doing Good Things
Subtitle of this chapter: The gluttonous master in the kitchen
"Someone come quickly!"
As the hostess, Mrs. Beatrice Barton had already walked out of the house and stood at the door to greet the guests. Seeing her husband's anxious look, she naturally stepped forward and asked, "George, what happened?"
Before her husband could reply, another American military officer jumped out of the car, holding a woman with a pale face, eyes closed and teeth clenched in his arms.
Needless to say, this is of course the Eisenhowers.
"Oh my God, why did Mamie faint?" The two families were close friends, so Mrs. Barton was naturally familiar with the couple and recognized them at a glance.
Major Patton had no time to explain, so he could only wave his hand and said, "Beatrice (nickname for Beatrice), don't ask any more questions. Take Eisenhower to the guest room, and then go get the smelling salts!"
"We need a doctor!" Mrs. Barton nodded hurriedly and said, "Dwight, come with me!"
Major Patton sent the three of them into the house, but he remained beside the carriage. He turned around and asked respectfully, "Mr. Yuan , how do you feel?"
“Cough, cough, cough…” Master Yuan in the car coughed softly a few times and said weakly: “I’m fine, it’s just…”
"HUNGRY!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Major Patton said repeatedly, "I will have someone prepare food right away."
"Well, thank you very much." With the help of Miss Moman, Yuan Yan finally staggered out of the car.
"oops."
Seeing his legs going weak and he was about to fall to the ground, fortunately, driver Kang who came nearby was quick to support his employer.
Under the guidance of the major, the stenographer and the driver helped "Yuan Mantang" to the kitchen...
These days, smelling salts are one of the common medicines for Westerners. The main reason is that women wearing corsets will easily faint, so they have to prepare this thing just in case.
"A-choo!" Mrs. Eisenhower sneezed when she smelled the smelling salts. She woke up slowly and murmured, "Iggy... "
"Aiki!" She suddenly thought of something, raised her hand and looked at the bib that she had been holding tightly even when she was unconscious, a relieved smile appeared on her face.
Mrs. Barton, who was at the bedside, saw her best friend wake up and immediately asked, "Mamie, how do you feel?"
"Betwix, is that you?" Mrs. Eisenhower blinked, still not understanding where she was. But at this moment, she was only concerned about one thing, a matter of life and death.
She grabbed Mrs. Barton's hand and asked, "Beatui, where is Mr. Yuan?"
"Mr. Yuan? You mean the Chinese guy..." Mrs. Barton said puzzledly, "I think he went to the kitchen."
"I want to see him!"
Mrs. Eisenhower jumped out of bed upon hearing this, and rushed out the door without even bothering to put on her shoes before Mrs. Patton could react.
Mrs. Barton couldn't help but scream, "Dwight, stop her!"
Major Eisenhower, who had been smoking, hurriedly put out his cigarette and grabbed his wife, but he did not help Mrs. Eisenhower to bed.
The couple looked at each other tacitly, and walked out of the guest room supporting each other.
“What are you doing…” Mrs. Barton was completely confused and still didn’t understand what was going on. She stomped her feet and followed.
The three of them arrived at the kitchen one after another and were stunned by the scene in front of them.
The rather large kitchen was now packed with people, including not only the cooks and helpers who had been working there, but also Major Patton's orderly and the male and female servants who had rushed over after hearing the news.
They stood on tiptoe and looked inside curiously, while chatting animatedly.
"Who is that Chinese guy eating?"
"I think his name is Neo Yuan."
"Hey, you guys don't know Neo Yuan? He's the great writer who got drunk a few days ago and was a British lieutenant colonel."
"So it was him. I knew he could drink a lot, but I didn't expect his appetite was really, really, really... How much did you think he ate?"
"At least one platoon's lunch. And judging by his appearance, he can probably eat three meals for one platoon by himself!"
The three newcomers naturally didn't understand what they were saying. They only knew that they couldn't squeeze into the kitchen which was packed with people.
Mrs. Barton coughed heavily and asked loudly, "What are you all doing? Don't you have anything to do but stay in the kitchen?"
"My lady is here..."
Beatrice was also a daughter of a rich family, so she was naturally good at managing her household. Seeing how angry she was, everyone had no choice but to give up the opportunity to see the Western... well, Eastern scenery, and dispersed.
After the crowd dispersed, the Eisenhowers and Mrs. Patton could see the strange scene happening in the kitchen.
I saw several chefs specially invited for the Easter party, some were frying steaks, some were grilling lamb chops, some were mixing salads, and some were cooking pasta. And so many busy chefs were just serving one person!
What surprised the three people the most was that the male owner of the villa, Major Patton, was actually wearing an apron and serving food as a waiter!
The person these people serve is our Master Yuan.
I saw him sitting in front of the cooking table, eating and drinking to his heart's content with the most elegant posture, the fastest speed, the calmest expression, and the most generous attitude.
"This is..." Mrs. Barton was completely confused. How come even her husband, who usually paid the most attention to military demeanor, became the waiter of this Chinese?
However, the Eisenhowers were not surprised at all because they had already witnessed the magic of the Chinese man.
"Mrs. Eisenhower, are you feeling better?" When Yuan Yan saw them come in, she quickly took a sip of red wine to wash down the food in her mouth, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, stood up and greeted them in a gentlemanly manner.
Mami did not reply, but raised the bib in her hand, stared at him with her eyes wide open and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Yuan, what do you mean..."
She couldn't help but scream, "What on earth does Aiji want to say?"
Because it was drawn by an "infant spirit", the brushwork of this pattern is also very abstract. However, it can still be seen that he drew a man and a woman sitting side by side, with an extra hand on each of their heads, and these two hands were holding the feet of a winged little angel.
The little angel opened his mouth wide, with a few tears on his face, and seemed to be saying something.
Our Master Yuan looked at the portrait on the bib, sighed and said, "Mrs. Eisenhower, you actually already understand what your son wants to say. Don't you?"
"I, I, I..." Mami stammered, actually realizing something, and tears fell from her eyes and hit the ground.
"Bo...Mr. Yuan, what does this pattern mean?" Miss Moman on the side really didn't understand, so she asked cautiously.
"Ah..." Yuan Yan sighed again, looked around at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "LET ME GO!"
He gave himself a thumbs up in his heart. I am indeed a good person who does good deeds even when he is a charlatan!
