The kitchenette is not big, but it has all the necessary kitchen utensils and ingredients.
Ah Chun is responsible for the young lady's diet on weekdays. He cooks every day and knows the young lady's preferences. While serving the prince, he explains the young lady's taste.
Watching the prince roll up his sleeves, he picked up a potato covered in mud with his slender hands and went to wash it in the basin. It was obviously out of place, but there was also a different kind of dignity. There was a kind of... holding a potato given by the Holy Emperor. The illusion of Shang Fang’s sword digging into the ground.
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart for the hundredth time:
The prince is so kind to the lady!
Ah Chun lit the fire on the stove.
Axia went to fetch two basins of water and washed the cutting boards, kitchen knives and ingredients.
Afterwards, the two of them retreated to the side and waited, leaving Chu Yuci to be the chef.
Once this matter spread, the entire Prince Yu's palace was like an exploding pot of porridge, and the discussion was boiling.
Ah Chun sighed: "I really don't know what kind of man the young lady will like in the future? Even among people like the prince, I can't even look down on him. There should be no man better than the prince in the world."
Axia covered her lips and whispered: "What's wrong with cooking? Miss Jinzhiyuye, haven't you made it for the prince before?"
Ah Chun retorted: "How can this be the same?"
"A man's hands are used to hold pens and swords to rule the world. Isn't it her duty for a young lady to cook and serve her husband?"
Axia was stunned for a moment, as if she was surprised by what she said.
"Having said that, the prince used to bully the young lady because of Concubine Liu. Have you forgotten?"
Achun sighed: "I haven't forgotten, but the young lady is the mistress of the house. Since ancient times, it is the wife's duty to create a house of concubines and fill the backyard for her husband, isn't it?"
"But the young lady forced Concubine Liu away and monopolized the prince. Doesn't it seem very narrow-minded?"
Axia: "This..."
Sounds reasonable?
Do you feel something is not right?
"That's all, Ah Chun, you always talk some crooked truths, I won't tell you anymore." Ah Xia went to wait in front of the stove.
Outside the kitchenette.
Rou'er felt helpless as she watched the fire rise. Although the prince's cooking movements were unfamiliar, he learned them seriously.
The young lady doesn’t want to see the prince, why does the prince need to do this?
"What does the princess want?" Feng Xing's voice sounded next to her.
Rou'er turned her head, "How do I know?"
Feng Xing looked at her: "Aren't you the princess's personal maid? How can you not know what the princess is thinking?"
"I'm not a roundworm in the lady's belly. Besides, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell the prince."
"..."
This girl is quite courageous.
If she dares to say such words, she is not afraid that her master will hear her and punish her.
"No one is a sage, how can he be without fault? My master has done something wrong before, but now he truly regrets it. Please give me a chance, Miss Rou'er, please mediate."
Rou'er has not forgotten the last time he grabbed the rice spoon.
I was very arrogant at that time, but now I can say good things.
"I'm just a little maid, I can't be the lady's boss."
Fengxing said bitterly: "Please say a few kind words to my master."
"I'm stupid and can't say nice things."
"Do you want their relationship to break up?"
"Isn't this already broken?"
"You -" Feng Xing's breath rose up in his throat and he almost choked. Naturally, he saw Rou'er's rebellious look and made it clear that he wanted to go against him.
His temples throbbed and there was a dull pain.
The princess is difficult to deal with, and the princess's maid is equally difficult to deal with.
It really fits the saying, what kind of master is there, what kind of servant is there.
The human heart is made of flesh. How can anyone in the world be really like grass and trees, insulated from oil and salt?
The princess's heart was also warm.
It's just that the master hasn't found the right way yet.
When they reconcile, he must find an opportunity to teach this sharp-tongued Rou'er a lesson.
"Ah sneeze——"
Rou'er suddenly sneezed loudly, rubbed her nose, tightened her clothes, and glanced at Fengxing suspiciously.
Is this person scolding her behind her back?
Feng Xing straightened his waist instantly, holding the sword in his hand, straightening his face, looking forward, with a resolute and upright look on his face.
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An hour and a half later, I woke up from my nap feeling refreshed.
After waking up, the maid below came in with afternoon snacks. Ye Jinxiao looked up and saw that familiar figure.
"Why are you still here?"
Chu Yuci walked in calmly, "There is nothing going on in the army today."
He walked to the table and opened the food box. The freshly steamed pastries and soup were steaming and still warm.
With his previous experiences, he would no longer burn his hands when cooking.
Putting away the dishes one by one, the movements were skillful.
Ye Jinxiao frowned slightly, "Why are you always hanging around my place when you have nothing to do?"
"Xiao'er, you are my business."
He looked at her firmly, as if there were scorching heat waves, warm and hot.
"It's up to you. I'll tolerate you for more than a month at most." Ye Jinxiao raised his chopsticks. There was no need for him to affect his mood and make him hungry.
Chu Yuci felt heartbroken, but he felt relieved when he saw her eating something she had made with her own hands.
It's such a mixed emotion.
Bitter but also happy.
fair enough.
It's good that she's here.
"Does it taste good?" He pulled away the stool and sat next to her.
"A little dry."
"Maybe there was not enough water. I will be more careful next time."
He really considered himself a cook.
Ye Jinxiao bit her steamed cake and looked at him calmly, "It would be great if Liu Mingyue were here. She must not be moved to death."
"..."
Chu Yuci choked and smiled bitterly: "Xiao'er is just kidding, I have never been in the kitchen for others."
Whether she believes it or not, she is the first.
He took out a bamboo scroll from his sleeve. It was the bamboo scroll that she had thrown away a few days ago and recorded the case of Mr. Lu nine years ago.
"Since you want to help Chunjing, just take it. The records here may be helpful to you."
Place it on the table and push it out of her hands.
Ye Jinxiao glanced at it: "You should know that after the Xinya Theater was temporarily closed, many officials who often go to the theater were investigated."
"I know."
"Then did you know that these officials are involved behind the scenes and will eventually involve your master, General Zhenguo?"
Chu Yuci paused slightly, lowered his eyes and said:
"When I was young and joined the army, I was personally led by General Wei. He personally taught and guided me in actual combat, and we fought side by side many times. I will repay this kindness in my own way."
"No matter what you find out or what you want to do, I won't be confused this time."
He won't fall down twice in the same place.
Ye Jinxiao raised her eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised, but it was none of her business.
"Even if you don't give me this case file, I will go to Dali Temple to apply for reopening the case from nine years ago and re-investigate it. You gave it to me, but it just accelerated the progress for a few days."
Don't think she'll thank him.
Ye Jinxiao picked up the bamboo scroll and quickly scanned the records above.
On the bamboo scroll, the time, place, characters, causes and consequences of Master Lu's case nine years ago are clearly recorded, and the key points can be grasped at a glance.
"Ye Er."
Outside the door, Ye Er quickly came in.
"Take the actor named Lin Yulan to this place and catch this man named Fifth Brother." Ye Jinxiao pointed to the record on the bamboo scroll.
"After being caught, he was escorted to Dali Temple and sued Boss Zhu of Xinya Theater for framing Master Lu. After being sentenced, Boss Zhu wanted to save his life and reduce his sentence, so he would naturally confess to others, and they would confess one by one... …”
In the end, where to find and how many to catch depends on Dali Temple's ability.
