Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 25 You Are the Spirit Chef
How did Feng Qian know that she was being plotted against again. After a simple dinner, she went back to the guest room and went to bed early to rest.

Thinking that there are still difficulties waiting for her tomorrow, she tosses and turns, but all she can do now is to pray silently, hoping that a big prize will be drawn tomorrow, and everyone will be happy.

Mu's house passed on martial arts to the family, and at dawn, the whole house heard "martial arts".

Mu Qingwan was thinking about the promise she had made with Senior Sister Lan, and when she was practicing martial arts, she made a few mistakes and made a lot of mistakes in sword moves. She was taught a lesson by Madam Mu and stayed to practice more.

As I was practicing, I suddenly smelled the aroma of rice, and my stomach growled in response to the occasion.

"It smells so good. Could it be that Chef Sun Ling is making spiritual vegetables for grandpa?" The glutton in her stomach was hooked out, she swallowed, put away her sword, and ran to the kitchen impatiently.

As she approached the kitchen, a middle-aged man in a gray robe walked towards her. She quickly walked up to him and bowed respectfully, "Good morning, Mr. Sun."

"Morning Miss Mu."

Mu Qingwan said: "Your Majesty sent you to take care of grandpa's meals. You got up early in the morning to help grandpa make breakfast. My daughter is very grateful for your dedication."

"Don't dare to do it! The king's kindness to the subordinate officials is as great as a mountain, and the Taifu is also the king's benefactor. The subordinate officials do these things, but they are just doing their duty."

Hearing what he said, Mu Qingwan respected him even more: "Master Sun is too modest! By the way, what delicious food did Master Sun cook today, it smells so good!"

Sun Lingchu was stunned: "Miss Mu must have misunderstood, Xiaguan hasn't entered the kitchen today!"

Mu Qingwan was surprised: "You are not cooking? Who is the person in the kitchen?"

Sun Lingchu said: "The lower officials are also curious, there are other spirit chefs in the mansion, so I came here to have a look."

"Other spiritual chefs? Are you sure?" Mu Qingwan was at a loss.

Chef Sun was very sure: "There is absolutely no mistake! Only dishes made by Chef Ling can have such mellow aura fluctuations."

Mu Qingwan's eyes widened in surprise: "As far as I know, there is no other spiritual chef in Mu Mansion except you, Mr. Sun!"

Sun Lingchu snorted, "Who could it be?"

"Go in and have a look, don't you know?" Mu Qingwan quickly walked into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, smoky and fragrant.

As soon as Mu Qingwan stepped into the kitchen, she immediately felt that she was in a spiritual world filled with the aroma of food. Every pore on her body was comfortably opened, breathing in fresh spiritual energy, but what moved her most was the With that strong rice aroma, she swore it was definitely the most fragrant rice she had ever smelled.

The saliva in her mouth was secreting automatically, and Mu Qingwan couldn't wait to see the chef's true face in Lushan.

Through the layers of smoke, she saw the back of a woman, and couldn't help but gasp, why did the woman's back look so familiar, like... like that woman? !

No, absolutely impossible!It must be her illusion.

She rubbed her eyes, and looked again. Suddenly, her whole body froze there, motionless, as if she had been acupunctured.

Sun Lingchu followed in from behind. Seeing Mu Qingwan's expression was a little strange, he asked curiously, "Miss Mu, what's the matter? Do you know this Lingchu?"

Mu Qingwan swallowed hard, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, this woman, she knows more than just her?It's her deadly enemy at all!
Just in time, the woman turned around, glanced at them lightly, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Mu Qingwan's expression felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten half a fly. The woman in front of her was none other than her nemesis Fengqian!
Do you still ask me something?Of course I have something to do!
"Feng Qian, why are you here? You were cooking just now?"

Feng Qian glanced left and right, shrugged: "Look, is there anyone else in this room besides me?"

Mu Qing was at a loss for words, her face flushed red, and she didn't dare to say: "You...you are the spiritual chef?"

There are too many cooks in the world, but the spiritual chef is one in a thousand. You must have a special spiritual root to become a spiritual chef.

There are hundreds of people in their Mu family, but none of them has produced a spirit cook. She is a mere court lady who has the talent of a spirit cook. Isn't she too lucky?

"As you can see." Feng Qian spread her hands.

Chef Sun Ling walked to the stove at some point, picked up a plate of hot fried rice with eggs, and looked at it carefully.

Hearing the movement outside the door just now, Feng Qian put away the Variety Thousand Catty Spoon and Dragon Pattern Ruyi Pot one step ahead of time. As the saying goes, if a man is innocent, he is guilty of a crime, and the Variety Thousand Catty Spoon and Dragon Pattern Ruyi Pot are not something to be taken lightly. Just in case, she doesn't want people to know that she is carrying a treasure yet.

Sun Lingchu looked at it for a long time, his eyes became more and more complicated, and he glanced at her suspiciously: "You really made this plate of fried rice with eggs?"

Feng Qian nodded truthfully.

Chef Sun frowned: "Just use this ordinary iron pot?"

As expected of an expert, he knew that such high-quality egg fried rice could not be fried in an ordinary pan, but he didn't find any other kitchen utensils, so he couldn't help being very puzzled.

"Master Sun, is there a problem?" Mu Qingwan noticed something was wrong and asked curiously.

After all, she was an outsider, so she couldn't see the way in it at all, and only felt that Chef Sun's reaction was a little strange.

Chef Sun Ling stared at the plate of fried rice with eggs, and was silent for a long time, then suddenly said coldly, "It's just a plate of first-class spiritual vegetables, it's not a big deal."

Feng Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, she didn't expect this spiritual chef to be so jealous. He is an expert, so he should be able to tell that the level of her egg fried rice has definitely reached the second-level category. Jealous of her talent, intentionally belittling her cooking skills.

Mu Qingwan didn't understand these things. When she heard Chef Sun's words, she immediately believed them, and her words were sarcasm: "It turns out that you are only a first-class spiritual vegetable. I thought you were so great, but that's all!"

Feng Qian ignored her, but stared at Sun Lingchu, looking him up and down.

Last night, I heard that Xuanyuan Che sent a spiritual chef from the palace to make spiritual dishes for Taifu Mu, so it must be him, right?
Speaking of which, their fate is not shallow. When she was in the cold palace, she even tasted the noodles he made!At that time, she thought that his cooking skills were good, but now that she saw him and learned that he had such a villainous character, she couldn't help but feel disgusted.

It doesn't matter how good the dishes are, if the character is not good, you can't be a good spiritual chef!
Chef Sun Ling felt weak after being stared at by her, coughed, and said coldly: "Now I am going to cook for Mrs. Mu, please leave the kitchen immediately."

Feng Qian was kicked out of the kitchen in the end because Chef Sun Ling was worried that she would steal her teacher.

Feng Qian was speechless, he was treating her like a thief!

Mu Qingwan, however, was in a very happy mood, and finally saw her deflated: "This is what makes someone out of this world, don't take yourself too seriously, because you are not a fart!"

"Miss Mu, when are you going to knock those hundreds of loud heads last night?" Feng Qian's light words passed by, immediately made Mu Qingwan dumbfounded, her neck was reddened, and she was speechless.

(End of this chapter)