sbdcsierra Chapter 487 Everyone Calls Me 'Cinderella' 05
Chapter 487 Everyone Calls Me 'Cinderella' 05
Chapter 487 Everyone Calls Me 'Cinderella' 05
In just a few days, Mrs. Temani dismissed all the servants who had worked at the manor for many years, and even the housekeeper Maria was not able to stay.
Madame Temanee had good reasons: her husband, the Count, had died, and she had no source of income, so she had to save money.
Not to mention that the wealth left by the Earl is more than they can spend in their lifetime, the businesses that the Earl invested in during his lifetime alone will also bring them a steady stream of wealth.
Mrs. Ketmany said that every time she saw the old people in the manor, it reminded her of her deceased husband, which made her very sad.
No problem.
Gu Li, who was driven to the servants' room, took off her puffy skirt that only noble ladies could wear, and her fluffy long hair was casually braided into pigtails. She was finally able to sleep in a bed alone.
But now no one has reserved meals for her, so if she doesn’t want to go hungry, she has to go to the kitchen and cook for herself.
Mrs. Temani originally wanted to let her stepdaughter prepare three meals a day for her and her two daughters, but her stepdaughter's cooking skills were too poor.
After Gu Li cooked with all her might and almost sent them to reunite with the Count, Mrs. Temanee gave up the idea of making things difficult for her stepdaughter.
They really don't want to gamble with their stomachs.
But Gu Li couldn't order the cook hired by Mrs. Temani around. If she wanted to eat, she had to cook by herself.
How could Ella, who had been pampered since childhood, cook? She had been eating mushroom soup for several days and she almost turned into a mushroom.
Gu Li found some dried bread in the kitchen, crushed it and sprinkled it on the edge of the windowsill.
She wants to eat meat.
The chef hired by Mrs. Ketmani used up all the important ingredients every day, making it impossible for anyone to steal any.
After a while, a stupid pigeon landed on the windowsill, tilted its head to look inside again and again, and then approached the bread crumbs cautiously.
Gu Li stood against the wall inside the window, holding a small woven basket of bread in her hand, ready to catch pigeons at any time.
With the reflection of the upside-down shovel opposite the window, Gu Li patiently watched the white dove walk towards the windowsill little by little.
Over the crumbs, then one paw across the windowsill.
Gu Li: ------
Just when the small basket in his hand was halfway raised, the white dove spoke, "Hey, we meet again, poor little girl!"
Gu Li was speechless.
Is a pigeon that speaks human language still a pigeon? She seemed a little hesitant to do it.
Gu Li came out and waved the small basket in her hand, "Well, we meet again, delicious roasted pigeon!"
A circle of feathers exploded on the white dove's neck, and its wings spread out, ready to fly away at any time.
Gu Li just felt strange. She actually saw human fear in the eyes of this pigeon, as well as a trace of strength that was not afraid of fear?
"Are you really just a pigeon?"
"Gu, Gu!"
"Heh, isn't it a little late to pretend to be a pigeon now?"
"You want to eat me? Why?"
"I'm hungry and want to eat meat!"
The white dove flapped its wings and moved back, "I don't have any meat on my body. I look fat, but it's just an illusion of fluffy feathers."
Although Gu Li did not show it on the surface, her heart was already in turmoil. She was sure that a human soul must be living in the body of this pigeon.
"It's okay, I can try it." Gu Li smiled and moved closer to the windowsill.
The white dove's little claws had retreated to the outermost edge of the windowsill, but it still persisted and did not fly away.
"I, I can bring you food!"
Gu Li's light blue pupils brightened a little, and the arc at the end of her eyes curved again, "Really? I want to eat roast turkey!"
Gu Li ordered food for herself without hesitation.
She's so starved for oil and water that she could eat a whole turkey!
"Okay, no problem." The white dove responded quickly, not considering the size difference between itself and the turkey.
"How do you get a turkey?" Gu Li asked curiously.
The white dove didn't answer. It cooed twice, pecked at a piece of bread crumbs, and flew away with its wings.
Gu Li was a little confused. After getting a roast turkey, why did she still want to scoop up a mouthful of dry bread crumbs?
Its final behavior is what a pigeon should do.
Ever since a new servant came to the manor, the servant's bed that Gu Li had slept in for only a few days was occupied. She had to temporarily use the small attic in the tower next to the kitchen as her resting place.
Gu Li, who had nothing to do, returned to the small attic and pushed open the wooden door with a creak, scaring three or two mice inside and causing them to run everywhere.
Gu Li held her face and exclaimed, "Oh, sorry to bother you. I will be living here with you from now on!"
Before Gu Li could finish her words, the fat mice had already escaped!
Putting aside her pretentious expression, Gu Li looked around, "Hey, little cuties?"
No response.
Well, so far the only one who can understand what she says is the white dove. It seems a bit difficult to make friends with the mice.
I just hope she can live in peace with the mice and not run out to get close to her when she is sleeping. Otherwise, don't blame her for catching a cat and killing the whole clan.
The weather turned colder, and without a duvet for her bed, Gu Li had to rely on dancing to keep herself warm.
If she didn't have to stay here to follow the plot, Gu Li would have wanted to just pack up and go to Dr. Jerry. With the inheritance left by her parents, any place would be better than here.
Hey.
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Chujiu has something to say: This should be the last short story. The ratings have not been going up, and I insist on updating every day, but now I suddenly don’t want to update anymore. Thanks to the friends who have been following me here. Thank you very much. If it weren’t for the sporadic urging every day, I probably wouldn’t have been able to write it anymore. I’ll see you later for the other short stories I’ve conceived.
Keep updating and not letting it end badly, this is my last persistence~