217: C217 Let Me Ask You a Question and Answer a Question

C217 Let Me Ask You a Question and Answer a Question

Bo Qian nodded. His voice was as noble and cold as it could be. "What kind of person needs to have afternoon tea and supper?"

With his first experience, this time the steward had more time to think.

He thought hard for a minute before answering carefully, "Compete, someone who is more particular?"

The young master's face darkened again.

The butler was so scared that he almost knelt down. He immediately said while trembling, "Someone with a bigger appetite?"

The young master's face turned for the better once again.

The butler carefully swallowed his saliva.

His young master, what's wrong? He's fine, why is he so unpredictable?

Before he could figure it out, Bo Qian asked again, "What kind of person has a bigger appetite?"

The butler looked at his young master's face and said weakly, "This, this, gene problem?"

Bo Qian raised his eyes and stared at him with death stare.

The housekeeper really squatted down. He almost cried. "Young master, you, what do you want to ask? I don't really understand."

Bo Qian pursed his lower lip and said in a cold tone. Other than genetic problems? What else? "

The butler had a sorrowful expression on his face: "Young master, my research on this aspect is not very thorough. Can I Baidu it?"

Bo Qian looked at him with a cold face. You don't even know that. What's the use of you?

The butler looked as bitter as he could. "Young master, I really can't answer that."

Bo Qian took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

It could be seen that he had put in a lot of effort. The veins on his neck were all exposed.

Usually, unless he was really provoked, Bo Qian would look at everyone with a cold expression.

The butler felt that he was wrong.

Bo Qian looked at the butler and said word by word, "Do you still remember that fat nephew of mine?"

"Fat nephew? Oh, oh, oh, I remember!" The butler answered very quickly this time.

Bo Qian nodded. "Why is he so good at eating?"

"Because his father is a fat man, so he inherited it?" The butler wanted to see Bo Qian's expression when he said one word.

Fortunately, even though his expression was not good this time, it was still a little warmer than before.

The butler's state of mind calmed down a little.

Bo Qian continued, "He likes to eat so much, and he's so fat. Why didn't his parents let him control his diet?"

The butler exclaimed. He looked very confused. "This, this... Can't you control it?"

Bo Qian gritted his teeth hard. "No!"

The butler trembled violently. He continued to speak in a weak voice, "Indulge, spoil?"

Bo Qian clenched his fist hard.0

The sound of bones rubbing against each other was very eerie.

The butler swallowed his saliva and continued guessing, "Steal? Steal?"

Bo Qian glared at him fiercely and patiently asked, "How old is he?"

... "I remember, he seems to be 18 years old." After the butler finished speaking, he met the gaze of his young master again.

The gaze of his young master was truly too terrifying.

The butler couldn't help but tremble.

"Eighteen years old, and then?" Bo Qian asked him.

The butler shook his head in confusion. "No, there is no after."

... "Get out!" Bo Qian's patience had finally run out.

The poor housekeeper was almost thrown out.

He had a confused look on his face, but also a look of injury.

He didn't do anything wrong. Why did it feel like the young master was so angry today?

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