The two of them came to the second floor of the mansion. Lynn sat at the dining table. Martha smiled and tied up the white napkins for him, took out the knife and fork from the cabinet and put them in.

She changed into a light white short skirt, and her smooth calves were revealed.

He is thirty years old, but he has fairer and more delicate skin than milk, which is enough to make young girls jealous.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Knight Master was fascinated and never noticed abnormalities...Lin Neng couldn't help but think of it.

Looking at Madame Martha's unprepared figure in the kitchen, a cool color flashed through Lynn's eyes.

He quietly, like a leopard attacking his prey, without any footsteps, came behind Martha.

“Hmph~”

The potatoes are turned into neat thin slices under the sharp kitchen knife.

Madame Martha's face turned red when she thought of the delicious food she had cooked for a while and she was praising her. She wanted to try to be someone who was useful to Lynn!

Just then, Lynn's hand was pressed on her shoulder.

Martha's expression froze.

Kitchen, wine, violence...scenes of familiar scenes made her body tremble slightly in fear, "Don't..."

I don't know what she was thinking, but her voice was filled with crying.

Lin En was slightly surprised. She did plan to punish her a little, but why was Martha's reaction so big?

"I won't do anything to you," he said.

Madame Martha's red lips were pursed nervously, "Really, don't you hit me?"

"Well. I don't like violence." Lynn glanced at the kitchen knife Marsha was holding. She held it in her arms, and she was like a baby, and it would be bad if she was wielding crazy.

Lynn took the kitchen knife aside from Martha's hand, stroked her soft long blonde hair, and smiled and said, "Make a honey grilled steak, I like that."

Martha blinked in surprise: "You and the master like you, so happy!"

"Well, do it quickly, don't let me wait in a hurry." Lin En smiled and returned to the dining table to wait.

At this time, his face became a little gloomy.

Martha gave him the feeling that he could knead at will, but there was a steel needle hidden in the cotton.

He couldn't tell whether he was thinking too much.

When Martha was crying, his goosebumps appeared involuntarily.

I always feel that Madame Martha is not as well-behaved as she looks.

After looking at the wall clock on the wall, according to the plot, the angry master shook the bell for a moment and punished Martha who was not around.

Lynn wanted to give her some sweetness so that she could understand who was the best. That was why Martha, who was punished by the Knights, made a honey grilled steak.

Not long after, a rapid sound of bells came from the third floor.

"Lynn, me, what should I do!"

Martha looked at him and looked upstairs again, and was so anxious that she was about to cry again.

She only has one, but her master has two!

"Go! But when you come back, you will cook a bigger and delicious steak for me!" Lynn snorted coldly.

"Thanks!"

Martha caressed the big bear and breathed a sigh of relief.

She picked up the food and hurried to the third floor.

Ten minutes later, I came back.

"Goddess bless you, the master is not angry." She said gladly.

"Then it's my turn next, I'm still hungry." Lynn slapped the table with his palms heavily, and the knife and fork on it collided, making a cold sound.

"I know, I know." Martha said weakly and walked into the kitchen.

At the middle of the night, Lynn had a delicious grilled steak.

Martha was waiting beside her.

Help him wipe the oil stains on his face, cut the steak, and rub his sore shoulders.

After eating, pour water immediately.

This meticulous consideration made Lynn feel very comfortable.

He is simply the highest servant.

He has both figure and appearance and can serve others. Except for his abnormal head, he is excellent in other aspects.

"It's good today." Lynn rubbed Martha's head with satisfaction.

Martha bent over and smiled foolishly, like a very comfortable white cat.

After filling her stomach, Lynn asked her to prepare a bath water.

After staying in the basement for so long, his whole body was rotten and his wounds needed to be cleaned and his medicine was needed.

"Master, the bath water is ready."

Martha stood pretty at the door of the bathroom and greeted Lynn.

Her toes were painted with bright red nail polish, her feet were small and exquisite, and her long legs were straight and soft.

The covered top was either sweat or the mist in the bathroom, like a layer of transparent frost.

Lynn's heart couldn't help but hop.

Enter the bathroom and wash the stains on your body.

He also tried to issue several orders.

It seemed that he had crossed the bottom line and was rejected by Martha.

Not all commands will take effect?

Lynn pondered.

Between Western nobles and maids, well... it is very common.

Why did Martha disagree?
Chapter completed!