Chapter 157 Don't come to Dali Temple in the future
Su Qingran couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth, the Eighth Prince is really close to the people...

"Eighth Prince, why don't you put these two chickens down first?"

"No, the king brought it here just to eat."

"..."

Seeing Su Qingran turn around and leave, Jun Qingchen chased after him with the chicken in his hand, "Han Qing, don't go, this king is looking for you to stew chicken..."

"Eighth Prince, I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you." Su Qingran walked quickly.

"Don't, I don't eat for free, you cook it for me, and I give you money..."

"How much can you give?" Su Qingran stopped walking after hearing this.

"Twelve."

Ten...Two, that's her monthly salary!
Seeing that she didn't agree, Jun Qingchen frowned and raised the price, "20 taels?"

I don't know where the monthly expenses of other palaces are spent. Anyway, half of the expenses of the Eighth Prince's Palace are spent by Jun Qingchen on food and drink.

"to make!"

……

Jun Qinghan flipped through the case file, and suddenly smelled a seductive fragrance coming from the back yamen.

Pressing his temples, he got up and walked over.

At this time, Jun Qingchen had just drank two bowls of chicken soup and burped in satisfaction.

He put his hand on Su Qingran's shoulder, and looked at her with admiration, "Han Qing, I didn't expect you to have such a good cooking skill. How do you cook this chicken soup? Write me the method, and I will let the man in the mansion cook it for you later." The cook stewed it for me."

"I can't cook, I can only stew soup."

"You can only make soup? Then your stew won't be..." Jun Qingchen stopped talking immediately, feeling a chill in his heart.

Su Qingran smiled sinisterly, "You're right."

She is obsessed with Song Ci's "Washing Injustice", and she has personally practiced most of the autopsy methods in it.

Especially boiled bones. When she was fascinated, she bought a few big bones every day and cooked them at home, observing and comparing them repeatedly.

After going back and forth, she would not have mastered cooking bones for autopsy, and even figured out a way to cook soup.

The smile on the corner of Jun Qingchen's mouth froze slightly, just when he was a little nauseated, the big hand on Su Qingran's shoulder suddenly hurt, and he subconsciously shrank back.

He covered his hands and frowned, and when he turned around, he saw Jun Qinghan whose breath was cold.

He looked at him aggrieved: Fourth brother, why are you beating me so well?
Jun Qing coldly glanced at him, and said in a deep voice: "This is Dali Temple, not Zuiyue Tower!"

Zuiyue Tower is the most expensive restaurant in the imperial capital, with excellent dishes, it is the place Jun Qingchen frequents most.

Before Jun Qingchen could speak, Jun Qinghan's eyes had already turned to the woman beside him.

Su Qingran bit her lip, this time she was cheated badly by the foodie Eighth Prince!

"What are you still doing, go to the study and wait."

Slightly relieved, she glanced at Jun Qingchen beside her with a self-seeking look, and ran away gloating.

After Su Qingran left, Jun Qingchen hurriedly walked up to Jun Qinghan, "Fourth Brother, I was wrong, I will never dare to cook soup in Dali Temple again next time."

Hearing this, Jun Qinghan's face was still gloomy, and it took a long time before he said coldly, "Don't you know her identity?"

After being reminded, Jun Qingchen immediately came to his senses, "If you don't tell me, I'd forget, I've always regarded her as Han Qing, I'll pay attention next time, pay attention..."

"There is no next time, and you are not allowed to come to Dali Temple in the future."

"Playing with birds and raising fish every day, but in the end they all ended up in my stomach. It's so boring. You, Dali Temple, are more interesting..."

Facing Shangjun's cold eyes, he immediately changed the subject, "Fourth brother, do you want to try the chicken soup, it tastes very good."

"What do you think?"

"I'm going to serve fourth brother a bowl right now."

 small theater:

  Jun Qinghan: Do you still have humanity, you won't even let go of two chickens!
  Jun Qingchen felt wronged, he just wanted to drink chicken soup... that's all!
  There are 4 more tonight~~
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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