After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 334 Entering the Palace
The next day.

The sky turned white.

A carriage swayed out of the Third Prince's Mansion.

The driver was still Yuan Er, covering his face with his collar, revealing a pair of eagle-like eyes.

After lighting a stick of incense, several cooks filed in.

One of them, the cook's clothes, seemed to be a bit ill-fitting. He was tugging on the left side and tugging on the right side, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Next to him was a thin girl who seemed to have injuries on her hands and said nothing.

Lin Weichong in the dark made a gesture to the two of them.

Fan Jin is at home.

Zhao Sanmei stopped her restless movements and coughed lightly.

You have to find a way to distract him.

Lin Zhiyu also corrected his expression.

The fat butler stood in the kitchen. After waiting for the cooks to stand, he put his hands behind his back and looked arrogant.

“The ingredients are all in the kitchen and you are not allowed to go anywhere. After they are cooked, someone will naturally deliver them.

If there is anyone who is not smart enough to go somewhere he shouldn't go or touch something he shouldn't, be careful with your life! "

After saying these harsh words, several cooks nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Sanmei snorted, Fan Jin is a man who is afraid of death and greedy, which is disgusting!

The housekeeper noticed her immediately: "What, you don't accept it? Someone, throw her out.

Let me tell you, how many people are trying to come to the prince's house to do something, but you are disgusted, and there are others! "

Zhao Sanmei's heart suddenly became angry: "You are just a housekeeper..."

Lin Zhiyu coughed.

Zhao Sanmei swallowed the unspoken words alive.

The chef immediately stepped forward and said: "Sir, she is a cook and has never seen much of the world. She didn't explain clearly. I hope you will understand her."

He winked at Zhao Sanmei.

Zhao Sanmei lowered her head reluctantly: "It's just common people who don't understand the rules."

"Hmph, I won't do it next time."

The butler stepped out of the kitchen and said, "Today's dish is still egg fried rice. Show your housekeeping skills. If you get the favor, you will be rewarded!"

Egg fried rice?
Zhao Sanmei and Lin Zhiyu looked at each other, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

Such a big battle, just for a bowl of egg fried rice?

Really rich and willful!
Green smoke rose from the stove, and several cooks began to work at their respective positions.

While Lin Zhiyu was helping Zhao Sanmei, he was also paying attention to what was going on outside.

"You said that this Mr. Fan is also strange. There is no food in Tianxiang Tower, but he wants to eat that bowl of egg fried rice.

You can just eat it if you want, but asking a few of us to come and cook it is simply evil. "

"I heard that Master Xiao Fan had a sweetheart before. One day he left without saying goodbye and only left him a bowl of egg fried rice."

"Shit! What I heard was that Master Xiao Fan's lover left him and went to the palace to become a queen."

"Oops..." Lin Zhiyu bent down and held his stomach.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Sanmei hurriedly threw away the shovel in her hand, and when she was about to help it, she saw Lin Zhiyu winking at her slyly.

Zhao Sanmei understood: "Hey, you, how come you have a stomachache on such an important day? Go to the toilet quickly and don't get into Mr. Xiao Fan's egg fried rice."

She helped Lin Zhiyu out, and suddenly there was a cry from inside: "Who is that? Your food is going to be burnt!"

Zhao Sanmei slapped her forehead with an ouch and said, "Oh no, I forgot about this."

But Lin Zhiyu is alone...

Lin Zhiyu pushed her: "Food is important, you go first."

Zhao Sanmei had no choice but to turn around and go into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" A man who looked like a boy stopped Lin Zhiyu at the door.

Lin Zhiyu screamed, with a painful look on his face: "The little one has a stomachache and wants to go to the toilet."

The man pointed to the side: "It's right here. Your Highness has said that you are not allowed to leave this small courtyard." Lin Zhiyu was secretly annoyed.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Ziyan was quite defensive.

She pretended to go into the toilet and came out again.

Zhao Sanmei's egg fried rice was already a little burnt.

Just as he was considering whether to do it again, he saw Lin Zhiyu coming back with a gloomy look.

"Come on, come on, bring them all out." The butler came in and urged.

Among all the brightly colored egg fried rice, Zhao Sanmei’s one stands out.

The housekeeper frowned, then sneered: "I thought that attitude before was so powerful.

Next time you want to go through the back door, just come to me directly and don't bother with your old nose. "

His eyes turned around Zhao Sanmei.

Zhao Sanmei's fists tightened and she tried hard to restrain herself so as not to break the butler's nose with one punch.

"Don't worry about it." Zhao Sanmei said coldly.

The housekeeper seemed to be irritated: "How dare a little girl speak to me like this?"

Lin Zhiyu came out to smooth things over: "Butler, please go quickly. If the food is cold, Master Xiao Fan will be angry."

The housekeeper snorted and had the bowls of egg fried rice taken away.

Zhao Sanmei turned around and asked, "What should we do now? I might as well sneak in later. I'm here to be treated like this for no reason!"

They didn't know how many guards there were in the third prince's house, and they didn't know the distribution of the rooms, so they didn't have much confidence in going in hastily.

But as of now, that's all it can do.

Lin Zhiyu sighed inwardly.

Just when Zhao Sanmei was about to leave, the steward came in.

He held a plate of burnt egg fried rice in his hand: "Who made this?"

Lin Zhiyu and Zhao Sanmei looked at each other.

Zhao Sanmei raised her hand: "It's mine."

"Yours?" The steward glanced at her suspiciously and muttered.

"It doesn't really look like it."

There was a cook next to him who was worried: "Isn't this too unpalatable and will I be punished?"

Unexpectedly, the butler's attitude suddenly became respectful: "Master Xiao Fan invites you."

Several senior cooks looked at each other.

You can't compare to a girl?
Zhao Sanmei didn't know what she was doing. When it came out of the pot, she took a small taste.

It’s really…hard to describe in a word.

Lin Zhiyu took the initiative and said, "I'll go with you. If anything happens, we can take care of each other."

At least it's better than being stuck here and not being able to go anywhere.

Zhao Sanmei nodded and said to the housekeeper: "This is my apprentice. She has also contributed. Let her go with me."

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, then nodded. While leading the way, he frequently looked back at Zhao Sanmei.

Lin Zhiyu whispered: "You and this Fan Jin, there shouldn't be any connection, right?"

Zhao Sanmei shrugged: "Maybe... I look like his sweetheart?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Zhao Sanmei felt a chill.

At Fan Jin's age, he could probably be her father!
As soon as he entered the west courtyard, he saw a man in plain clothes standing under the tree with his hands behind his hands.

"Sir, I've brought you here." The butler bowed and stepped back respectfully.

Fan Jin turned around, and Zhao Sanmei was shocked.

There was a middle-aged man with a big belly. Judging from his age, he was not even 30 years old.

Fan Jin said: "Who is Zhao Sanmei?"

"That's me." Zhao Sanmei took a step forward generously.

Like the housekeeper, Fan Jin carefully looked at Zhao Sanmei's appearance and looked a little lonely.

"Who taught you this egg fried rice?"