Mrs. Luo Liu is not stupid. Although she is moved, she also knows that she is not the material.

Who was she in the Ming Dynasty?

But it’s just a farmer’s wife, and all of her ancestors belong to farmers.

It can be said that she doesn't understand anything, whether it's knowledge or anything else.

Let her be the butler. This is just a joke.

If someone doesn't know the weight of this, he might have agreed happily.

But although Mrs. Luo Liu has no knowledge, she is not that kind of stupid woman.

She knows her weaknesses and her abilities.

Because she knows herself very well, she doesn't think she can be a housekeeper.

For her, it’s better to be an old mother.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Peipei didn't care about her rejection at all.

"You can learn if you don't understand. No one is born to understand these things. The butlers in the wealthy families in the Ming Dynasty have actually learned everything slowly. You can try it first, don't rush to refuse."

Mrs. Luo Liu opened her mouth and swallowed what she wanted to say.

"Speaking of this, we are all people with the blood of the Yellow Emperor. It is also for this reason that you are the butler. After all, you are more at ease than those dark Kunlun slaves and the blonde and blue-eyed Hu people." At this time, Zheng Peipei stopped, turned around and looked at Luo Liu seriously and said to her.

Yanhuang bloodline?

Now, Luo Liu became even more confused.

Seeing Luo Liu's appearance, Zheng Peipei smiled.

She guessed some of Luo Liu's small ideas.

"I forgot to tell you that our Song Empire is a descendant of the Song Dynasty in Middle-earth..."

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Chapter completed!