Chapter 9 Who Is More Powerful?

The next morning, Zhuang Buyuan slept until half past nine before getting up.

I felt that I wasn't very hungry. I ate a lot yesterday, and after two meals of the supervisor's cooking, Zhuang Buyuan simply didn't want to eat anything else.

He washed up, walked around the manor for a while, looked at the time, it was almost half past ten, and opened the door.

At half past ten, a silver SUV stopped in front of the gate. Zhuang Buyuan saw that besides Feng Bin, several people got out of the car.

A little girl of four or five years old had her hair braided and wore a pink skirt. She looked very cute.

The other one, Zhuang Buyuan, originally thought it was Zhang Zhengxiong, but who would have expected that he turned out to be an old man in his fifties or sixties.

The old man had gray hair but a strong body. He took a deep breath of fresh air and laughed and said: "I didn't expect that there is such a place. You must be Xiaozhuang, young man. I'm really sorry for bothering you."

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the supervisor in confusion, and the supervisor said: "This is my father-in-law, surnamed Liu..."

"I went to see my granddaughter. Unexpectedly, they just went out to buy seeds. They said they were going to farm in the suburbs, so I followed them. Hahahaha, I won't disturb you!" said the old man.

What can Zhuang Buyuan say? It's too late to bother me.

"Where's the vegetable plot? It's not easy to have a vegetable plot in the city. Young man, you are a rich man!"

Generally speaking, how many wealthy people have you seen with a salary of more than 3,000 yuan a month?

Zhuang Buyuan wanted to roll his eyes, a little dissatisfied with Feng Bin for bringing the two of them, but he couldn't say anything at this time.

The supervisor walked up to Zhuang Buyuan and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Lord of the Manor."

"Forget it, weekends, I can understand..." Thinking of his anger when all his plans were disrupted when he was forced to work overtime on weekends, Zhuang Buyuan felt that he was not qualified to say anything to others.

"Thank you, Lord Manor, for your understanding." Feng Bin said, "I will go and tidy up the vegetable garden now."

The owner of the manor reminded again: "The manor chef Feng Bin's loyalty to you has increased."

With the help of the chef card, Feng Bin worked very efficiently, but the old man looked unfamiliar. He looked at him in admiration and said: "Xiao Bin, your working skills are amazing, even if you didn't come out in the first place. , you will never be poor in rural areas!”

The old man was just not familiar with it, but Zhuang Buyuan didn't know any farm work, so being there could only be of no help at all. Feng Bin didn't say anything, but the old man couldn't stand it any longer. He said: "Young man, just help me look after the children. "

Feng Bin started working, and the manor chef's identity card started to count. It turned out that the time spent on the way here, as well as the preparation time such as buying seeds, were not included in these three hours.

Zhuang Buyuan thought that when he went to work, if he arrived early or worked at home, he would not be counted as overtime. He could only admire, these manor owners are really... rigorous and scientific!

If you make good use of your three hours, you might be able to get these guys to serve you for five or six hours.

Even Zhou Papi is not that powerful!

After working hard for almost ten minutes, Zhang Zhengxiong arrived gloomily. His expression was similar to Zhuang Buyuan's when he was forced to work overtime. Going to work was heavier than going to the grave. Zhuang Buyuan thought he wasn't coming.

It seems that the drop in loyalty to "low" will indeed seriously affect the work efficiency and enthusiasm of the servants.

The servant was a handyman and had to do all kinds of work. Zhuang Buyuan asked him to help tidy up the vegetable garden, and then he went to see the children.

Well, Zhuang Buyuan is still capable of taking care of children, and the little girl looks tender and tender, very beautiful and cute, and people can't help but have a good impression of her after seeing her.

"Your name is Xiaodian?" Zhuang Buyuan looked at the little girl and asked.

"My name is not Xiaodiandian, my name is Feng Xiaoxiao!" the little girl said, then she looked at Zhang Zhengxiong with her face in her hands and said: "That handsome guy is Uncle Zhang. I have met him. Who is better, you or Uncle Zhang?"

"Maybe it's because I'm more powerful." Zhuang Buyuan said.

The little girl didn't believe it and said, "My dad said that Uncle Zhang is the most powerful person under him. You are bragging!"

In order to prove that he was very powerful, Zhuang Buyuan could only wave his hand, call Zhang Zhengxiong over, and said: "Old Zhang, make a face and make the little one happy."

Zhang Zhengxiong glared at Zhuang Buyuan dissatisfiedly, and then made a few silly faces, which made the little girl very happy.

The manor owner's permission reminder: "Complete the achievement: Order the servants to humiliate themselves for fun, +100 points. Congratulations to the manor owner for taking a further step on the road of being a cruel manor owner..."

Zhuang Buyuan: "..."

I'm not a cruel manor owner. Why is this happening?

Zhuang Buyuan felt that he had gone astray and was unable to correct himself.

"Go back to work." Zhuang Buyuan asked Zhang Zhengxiong to go back in low spirits.

The little girl said: "Okay, you are better than Uncle Zhang, but you are not as handsome as Uncle Zhang!"

Zhuang Buyuan suddenly felt that this little girl was not cute at all.

The little girl added: "You are better than Uncle Zhang, but you are definitely not as good as my father. My father said that you are his subordinate, and you have to listen to him."

People compete for a breath, and Buddha competes for a stick of incense. Zhuang Buyuan felt that he was despised by a little girl. It was simply unbearable!

"Well, to tell you the truth, I'm actually better than your father!" Zhuang Buyuan said.

The little girl didn't believe it, so Zhuang Buyuan waved and called the supervisor over.

"Lord of the manor, you called me? What are your orders?"

"Can you make my daddy make faces?" the little girl asked.

Zhuang Buyuan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, thinking that since he had already humiliated his servant before, it would be okay to humiliate him again.

"Make a face for the little girl and make her happy." Zhuang Buyuan said.

Feng Bin was much more loyal than Zhang Zhengxiong. He made a few funny faces without hesitation. The little girl laughed loudly with excitement, and Feng Bin also had a smile on his face.

"Manor chef Feng Bin's loyalty increased."

Wow, isn't this an insult to the servant? No, for Feng Bin, making faces to make his daughter laugh is not only not an insult, but a kind of happiness.

"My dad keeps a straight face all day long, it's so scary. Brother, you are so awesome, you can actually make my dad make faces!" the little girl whispered. No wonder, the supervisor is also a person who can't let go of his airs at home. Now that his relationship with his daughter has improved, no wonder his loyalty has increased.

The little girl relented, Zhuang Buyuan nodded with satisfaction, and then heard the little girl say again: "But you must not be as powerful as my grandpa. My grandpa used to be a very powerful person!"

"Okay...I really can't compare with this." Zhuang Buyuan said helplessly. Feng Bin and Zhang Zhengxiong were both servants of the manor. As the owner of the manor, he could command them, but the little grandpa couldn't.

Zhuang Buyuan was still complaining in his heart. They said that when a puppy arrives in a new place, he must first confirm who is the boss and who he should be cute to. He didn't expect that the same is true for children.

Fortunately, I convinced this little guy!

At this moment, Zhuang Buyuan heard a scream: "What's going on?"

Zhuang Buyuan looked up and was stunned.

The manor’s vegetable garden is undergoing surprising changes.