The concubine Jiaojiao has high means, but the sick prince does not flirt

Chapter 403 The sky does not keep people, but the bridge keeps people
The head of the post station asked in surprise: "The bridge collapsed? How is it possible? It has been fine for so many years."

"Many inns are in good condition, but who has ever heard that a fireball fell from the sky and burned the inn? Isn't your place just as evil?"

Bai Zhi's words frightened the station commander so much that his face turned pale and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"No, it can't be, is it haunted?"

"Then I have to ask if you have ever done something wrong."

Bai Zhi snorted, turned around and said to everyone: "Let's go back to the town quickly to find a place to live. If we are too late, we will definitely not be able to find a place to live. Don't waste your efforts here. They are being punished by God."

In the last sentence, she said it on purpose, and also to confuse the people behind it.

Everyone agreed, and then walked towards the town.

The commander of the post station shouted in despair: "Lord of Xianghe County, Prince Shen, please save us..."

There was a sneer on the corner of Bai Zhi's lips, this scene was too lame.

"Since you are condemned by God, we can't save you, just wait for someone from the county government to rebuild the station."

Soon they were back in town again.

The grandson of the old chef god was looking around at the entrance of the town. When he saw them, he waved excitedly and shouted: "Girl, I found you. Come with me. My grandpa has prepared a room for you. I heard that the bridge in front collapsed." Yes, and the post station was also burned down by the sky fire. I wonder if the sky is angry and wants to take revenge on the world. Hey, let’s not talk about this, anyway, we have a place to live and something to eat for the time being, as long as we can survive.”

A surprised expression appeared on Bai Zhi's face: "That's really great. I'm still worried that I won't be able to find a place to live when I go back to the town. Thank you, young master and the old chef."

The waiter waved his hand and said with a smile: "Hey, if you don't say these words of thanks, my grandfather admires the girl."

In this way, everyone followed him back to the old chef's restaurant.

"My grandson finally brought you back."

The old chef stood at the door and greeted him with a smile.

Bai Zhi said apologetically: "Old Chef God, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to come back again. The sky does not allow people, but the bridge keeps people. The bridge on the big river in front collapsed, and many merchants were blocked back. Alas, who I can think of it, you said it was done."

She talked more and more, and finally turned into complaining.

The old God of Cooking smiled kindly and said: "Girl, the good bridge suddenly collapsed, making it impossible for pedestrians to pass by. Maybe the heavens let you avoid disasters. I heard that the post station suddenly fell into the sky and was completely burned. Who knows what happened?" Something unusual happened."

Bai Zhi smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you for the hospitality of the old Chef God. This will bring us back to cross the catastrophe. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a place to stay tonight. All the inns must be full at this time."

The old God of Cooking sighed softly: "It is true that the occupancy is already full, so I asked my grandson to find you. Let's not talk about this, the room I prepared for you last time is still there, go and have a look quickly, whether you are satisfied, and what are the shortcomings I will go to Zhang Luo again."

Bai Zhi waved her hands and said with a smile: "It's not that particular, as long as there is a place to live, thank you, old chef."

In this way, Bai Zhi and others stayed at the old chef's house again.

The old chef was so excited now that he invited Bai Zhi to compete in cooking skills.

The mouth of others is short, and the hand of others is short.

Bai Zhi lived in the home of the old kitchen god, so how could she not follow his wishes?
"Girl, why do the pickles I pickle always have white flowers and become moldy? Do you have a good idea?"

The old chef bowed and asked Bai Zhi for advice.

Bai Zhi hurriedly supported him and said: "Old Chef God, we are just competing, and we can't be so generous, as this will offend a junior like me. Regarding the problem of pickles producing white flowers, I remember my master once said that when he traveled to a country , I have seen that when the Chinese people pour strong liquor for a while, white flowers will not appear. And the pickled vegetables are crispy, fragrant and delicious. "

After hearing this, the old chef clapped his hands with joy and said with a smile: "I knew the girl had a way, so I would pickle the pickles again."

Then he asked the waiter to prepare some cucumbers, beans and other seasonal side dishes for pickling.

Seeing that he had washed the vegetables, Bai Zhi wanted to marinate them directly, and hurriedly persuaded: "Old chef, please dry the water on these vegetables, then boil a pot of boiling water, add salt until the salt is no longer enough Melt it, and finally let it cool and pour it into the vat. In this way, you can put the dried side dishes in, and then pour a little spirits to seal the vat, and you can eat it in about five to seven days."

The old God of Cooking followed suit one by one, and smiled expectantly: "Just take these steps for the girl, the pickles must be delicious to eat with."

Seeing that the pickles were pickled, Bai Zhi smiled and said: "Old Chef God, you have been busy for a long time, hurry up and rest, I will go back to my room to rest, and I will go out for a while later, I will return to this small town." Didn't take a good look."

The old chef smiled and said, "Okay, please, girl, I have a lot of work today."

When Bai Zhi returned to the room, Shen Changyan was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Hearing her return, a carp sat up straight and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Bai Zhi shook her head with a smile and said, "Is it alright? We are the guests here, and besides, I am still the master now, and I have taught the old Chef God some cooking skills. I will take a break and walk around the street. How do you feel?" ? Is there something wrong?"

When Shen Changyan heard this, he asked in surprise: "Is there something wrong with my body? What happened to me when I fainted last time?"

Bai Zhi realized that she had made a mistake and smiled nonchalantly: "That's what I asked, why are you nervous? When did the prince become so fragile? Don't worry, I have a wife, and there will definitely be no health problems with you. .”

Shen Changyan breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a proud smile: "My wife is here, and my husband feels relieved. I am bored and can't do anything. I will go out with you later."

In broad daylight, and at the old Chef's house, they naturally didn't dare to act rashly.

Bai Zhi lay down for about two quarters of an hour, and then went out with Shen Changyan.

The old chef was sitting behind the counter. When he saw them going out, he waved to them and warned them with concern: "You two, be more careful. If something happens, remember to mention my store's sign. It will help."

Bai Zhi gratefully responded: "Thank you, Old Chef God, don't worry, we will be careful."

After the two came out of the restaurant, they strolled casually on the street, paying attention to whether there was a tail behind them, and went shopping in a random way, until they were sure that there was no one following them, and then they came to a secluded place .

Shen Changyan sent out a signal.

A secret guard came to contact him soon.

"Your Majesty, something happened in the capital."

Shen Changyan ordered in a deep voice: "Tell me slowly and in detail."

Bai Zhi secretly cast an airtight barrier beside her.

Even if someone passed by them, they would not hear what they said.

What the dark guard told was the same as the information he got from the post station, except that the news of the sudden death of the Seventh Prince of Yan Kingdom did not come from Daxia Kingdom, but from Yan Kingdom.

(End of this chapter)