Chapter 18 Depreciated as a cook

"Have you married?" Qin Zheng stood in front of Wan Jing with a sneer.

"The prince joked. How can a slave have such a blessing? How can a woman be willing to suffer with me? She has always been a part to watch and dare not think about it." Xiao Quanzi dared not look up with a red face.

"Well, now I will reward Wan Jing to you and go home for a wedding!"

"Your Majesty, give me a break!" Wan Jing's chest fluctuated violently, and she had been weak and collapsed on the ground for a long time.

As the saying goes, the eunuch's daughter-in-law is a decoration. Marrying such a man is actually not a man in a strict sense. A woman is destined to have no "sexual happiness" in her life, not to mention a slave, and her status suddenly fell from the sky to the earth.

"Your Majesty, I dare not!" Xiao Quanzi was so submissive that he did not dare to accept the order.

It's not that he didn't dare to want it, but that Wan Jing was once the prince's woman after all. If he had agreed immediately, he would not be named as lustful, saying that he did not distinguish between superiority and inferiority, and would have long been thinking about his master's woman.

"I never say it a second time. Take it away!"

"No, no!" Wan Jing opened her eyes in horror and fainted without breathing. The servants dragged her out effortlessly, as if they were pulling an inanimate sack.

The man in front of him is extremely handsome, but he is irritable and extremely cruel. After all, the woman has served him. One day, the husband and wife are 100 days of kindness, but Qin Zheng is like dealing with a passer-by who has nothing to do with him.

"Now it's your turn!" Qin Zheng suddenly smiled coldly, "Qingxue took Qianfei to the dining room to wait for orders. From today on, you will be the cook there. You will be responsible for making different meals and snacks for me every night."

If you go to the hut, you will say something disgusting. Go to the dining room and see what tricks you can do.

It was a good family banquet, but in the end, a woman's family was abandoned, a woman's family was demoted, and the crowd finally dispersed.

After that day, Yinger seemed to get up earlier than usual every day, but she always couldn't see the shadow of Qingzhu after waking up.

Tonight is the first day of Qingzhu's dinner, but what should she do after all? She got up as soon as the sun came out, but she still had no idea until noon. She rubbed her eyes, stretched out, and continued to think hard.

What do you do? Look at the chicken in the cage and the shrimp in the pool. The brain is full of unknowns.

While thinking about it, someone said coldly, "Sister Qianfei, thank you for your hard work!"

Qingzhu looked up and saw Qingxue coming from the door with her mother-in-law and servants. Then he nodded, looked carefully, and smiled, "It turned out to be Qingxue's waiter. It doesn't matter. My sister doesn't feel hard at all."

Qingxue said sadly, "Hey, it's the prince's will for you to condescend to work in the dining room. If you follow my sister's idea..." It's better to let you stay in the hut for a lifetime.

Why didn't Qingzhu hear her words? "Actually, this is also very good. If you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab the man's stomach. It's my intention to have such an opportunity to live alone with the prince at night."

"You..." Qingxue was choked by her and couldn't speak. She wanted to take the opportunity of today's inspection of the dining room to ridicul her and avenge Rong'er, but she was ridiculed.

Qing Xue, Wan Jing and Rong Er are originally three "cheap" guests in the house. They have always been attached to Lan Fei and are her little follower. These three cobblers always boast of themselves as Zhuge Liang, and usually work together to bully others. Now Da Ding is less, and they dare not be as arrogant and hate as usual. The roots of my teeth are itchy.

Qingzhu looked up and saw that her eyes were congested, shaking like willow catkins in the wind, thinking that she had lost a general and howled.

Today, Qingxue is wearing an embroidered blue gauze skirt. In order to attract people, she even did not hesitate to change an alien fluffy bun. Her thick makeup still failed to make the prince take a look. He went to the bitch's room again tonight. For this reason, she was angry. She wanted to sprinkle the evil fire on Qingzhu, but she was not angry at all. Annoyed, on the contrary, I gritted my teeth with hatred.

Seeing that she didn't want to leave, Qing Zhu wanted to satirize himself, so he walked to the chicken cage and took out the hen inside and said, "The hateful hen mixes with the rooster every day, stepping on eggs and hugging nests. Why can't even lay an egg? Today, my sister will treat you!"

After saying that, he was about to pull out the chicken feathers. Unexpectedly, this hen was a powerful character, and Qingzhu had no power to bind the chicken and was actually pulled out of his hand. The hen seemed to foresee that her life would not last long, so she jumped up and down desperately, flying all over the house, opening her teeth and claws. Four or five women and servants ran to catch her, and had no effect. Finally, she fell on the thickly dressed Qingxue's head. The two phoenix claws scratched randomly, scattered a good cloud bun, and even made her face. The upper skin scratched the bleeding mouth.

Qingxue was so scared that she turned pale. She trotted all the way to the backyard, causing the women who were chatting there to laugh and feel even more ashamed. A group of subordinates were very flattered and afraid of rats. They were eager to flatter and beat the hen who caused the accident to death.

Under the nest, there are eggs, the hen returns to the sky, and the snow is also bruised all over.

I still regarded myself as a dignified waiter. The bead hairpin fell to the ground and the flowers were yellow. Suddenly, his hair spread, his face was injured, and he was embarrassed. He was really different from before.

Qing Xue left angrily, but wrote down all the embarrassing account on Qingzhu.

It was not until the crowd dispersed and Qingzhu cleaned the scene with regret that she found that the dining room had been in a mess for a long time without feet, which took her nearly an hour.

Poor that hen, she had no intention of slaughtering it, but indirectly harmed a young life. The ground is chaotic, lying on the ground with a hen, a wisp of green silk, a few pearl flowers, a few yellow flowers...

"This is a chicken and a flower. How can I sort it out?" Qingzhu shouted annoys, and suddenly became enlightened, like a stick, "If you have it, just make chicken popcorn, which is still KFC flavor!"

said that she would do it. Qingzhu picked up the deathed hen, removed all the chicken breast on the cutting board, cut it into small pieces, and marinated it with seasoning for half an hour. During this period, she began to tidy up the dining room. After the chicken tasted, she stirred the eggs with flour, and dipped the marinated chicken in the warehouse, and finally Wrap a layer of dry grain residue and fry it in an oil pan.

When everything was finished and it was close to You, she returned to the cold room, washed and bathed the oil and fumes, and sent it there at E.

Just after washing, someone came to report. Qingzhu took a closer look. Isn't this Mrs. Wang, who bravely took the lead and was eager to protect her master at noon?

"The old slave said good to the thousand concubines." Mrs. Wang was very flattering, but she didn't take her seriously at all.

"Grandma Wang is welcome!" Qingzhu saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, but he did not change his color.

"The old slave was ordered by Miss Qingxue to inform you that you are now sending dinner to the prince."

"Now? Didn't you say there was one more hour?"

"This is not what the old slave can control. I'll just send you a message. It's getting late now. You'd better start quickly!"

After saying that, Mrs. Wang went out and covered the sneer at the corners of her mouth before leaving. "Yes, the prince is now in the room of Miss Huan'er."

Qingzhu was shuddered all over by her inexplicable smile. What does this old woman's meaningful eyes mean?

Change into a clean dress and simply roll up the fluffy bun. Although it is plain, it is still like a water hibiscus, with beautiful qualifications and natural carving.

Walking in the royal palace with lights all night, Qingzhu walked back and forth at will. Even if he didn't know where Miss Huan'er's wing was, he still walked leisurely. Thinking of Qin Zheng's cold and frosty face, he was furious. Forget the prince who starved to death. Thinking about her suffering these days, she was extremely unhappy.

Suddenly, Qingzhu stopped and looked up at the three big words "Huan'er Pavilion" in front of him. He smelled the strong fragrance of women's powder floating on the tip of his nose and smiled in his heart. It seemed that this Huan'er girl was a concubine, but she was quite thoughtful of the prince. Otherwise, how could her residence be no worse than several side concubines?

"Who are you?" A girl asked rudely, noticed that Qingzhu was wearing coarse cloth clothes, and she was sure that she was also a girl.

"I'm here to deliver dinner to the prince!" Qingzhu answered in a daze, and the favored concubine was different, and even the girl followed her arrogance.

"To the prince, why did you send it here!" Xiaoxi, a girl, is the maidservant of Huan'er. At present, she is standing guard at the order of her master to prevent others from disturbing her. The women in the house are very jealous. These days, Huan'er has been sleeping at night. I don't know how many people have hated her. She can't wait to stir up the yellow immediately!

But the person came dressed as a chef and wearing an apron. She should not be the girl in the room. Besides, she brought food to the prince. If she really didn't put it in, in case the prince blamed him, Xiaoying that day was the lesson of the front car. She was also afraid that she could not afford to afford it, so she said, "The prince and the master are staying alone in the wing. You Put it outside the door of the wing room at night and leave immediately. Don't disturb them!"

Room? Alone? Qingzhu's eyes lit up, and his mind was full of imaginary restricted plots, but he didn't move for a long time.

"Where are you from? You don't know the rules. If you go, just go quickly. What are you doing here!" Look, the master is favored, and the slaves are arrogant.

Qingzhu nodded and said that he quietly walked into the attic, crept on the exquisite wooden ladder, and gently stepped into the boudoir.

Before arriving at the door, the man's heavy gasp and the woman's eager chant filled the ears and drums, which were heard clearly and real. Qingzhu carefully put the food box at the door. He wanted to turn around and leave, but he heard the warmer Jiao inside. Breathing.