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Molda needed someone to accompany him for breakfast? Unless the sun rose from the west!

As soon as she heard that there was something strange going on, she pretended to be obedient and followed him towards Ming-Yue building. When they arrived, they took a look.

WC!

Ink Yan couldn't even describe what kind of scene that was!

On the first floor of Bright Moon Tower, in a dining room that was over a hundred square meters, there was a long mahogany table. The table was covered with a bright red tablecloth. On the tablecloth were hundreds of porcelain white plates. From the verdant vegetables to the savoury meat, the onlookers were dazzled.

Morda, who had been sitting in the middle of the long table so early in the morning, leaned against the bench with his eyelids drooping. One of the concubines was on her knees, helping him to straighten his clothes; the other was busy brushing his hair and tying a thin, dirty braid with a bright red rope.

And this was obviously a huge project. As for the location of Ink Mist, she was still able to count clearly. Molda had only finished braiding ten braids, and the total amount was less than a tenth of his usual attire.

But all this did not prevent Morda from noticing the arrival of Ink Mist. He raised his hand and called out to her.

"49, come sit next to me."

At once, Butler Cong pulled open a nearby chair and said, "Sit!" He turned around and added the set to the side of Molda. Clapping her hands, the female attendant standing behind her started to move, bringing food to her like a conveyor belt.

It was only at this point that Ink Yan was sure.

So this Molda seems to be really intending to treat me to breakfast!

Terrifying!

She couldn't help but clench her fists. She felt that treating her subordinate to such a generous meal would never be able to tie the knot with the treacherous and cunning Molda.

At this moment, Molda glanced at Ink Yan in a neither cold nor hot manner.

Naturally, he saw the small movement of Ink Yan. His eyes couldn't help but show a look of contempt, as if he was trying to erase what a country bumpkin knew. He crooked his finger and opened his mouth. "That …"

Then, a bowl of thin white porridge was served in front of Mo Yan. The noodle soup was as clear as the water in a swimming pool! Only a few medlar lay at the bottom of the bowl. It looked very festive and beautiful.

However, if he really wanted to eat it all by himself …

Humph!

Such a treacherous person like Molda was really a stingy person! He actually sent me off with something I couldn't eat!

Molda raised his head and opened his mouth wide, as if he was waiting for someone to feed him!

As for Ink Yan, she hatefully picked up the bowl of Clear Broth Dew, wishing Mo Da would definitely struggle on the edge of being warm and full in his later years!

Then, a woman with thick makeup suddenly walked out from behind her and said, "General, let me wash your face today." Then, a woman with thick makeup suddenly walked out from behind her, and said, "General, let me wash your face today.

WC!

What was going on?

Ink Yan's eyes were wide open, her ears were playing the word "wash" back. His gaze finally slowly fell onto the bowl of soup! And then he saw the maid standing by his side! She was holding a plate with both hands and there was a bowl of broth on it!

Seeing that Ink Yan was looking at her, the maid smiled and put down the clear soup on the tray, introducing it in a familiar tone, "Sir 49, I am called Yin Ling. Today, please allow this humble one to help you wash your face! "

After saying that, he picked up the bowl and scooped up a mouthful of soup, pressing it slowly down on her face!

However, before Yin Ling could even press her lips down, Ink Yan dodged to the side to get out of the way. The bowl containing the soup was brought to the ground by her hastily, letting out a crisp shattering sound.

Yin Zhong's expression changed as she shouted for the general to spare her life. Then, she knelt down on the ground.

Molda seemed to have woken up from a dream as he looked at her and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"49. I will send my favorite servant girl to wash your face. How can you break the soup bowl? But what did she do to displease you? "

Ink Yan said in a low voice, "No, the silver bell is done in accordance with the rules. It's just that this subordinate is unable to adapt and is afraid of offending her. "

However, such a shallow explanation did not entirely convince Molda. Hearing that his new subordinate was worried about the rude and lowly maidservant, he laughed for a while, then gradually turned cold, narrowed his eyes and asked a question.

"49, although you say it out loud because you are afraid of the bell. But why does this general think you are detesting her? Is it because she had once waited on me? "