Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 47 The Power of the Bad Luck Talisman
As she said that, she picked up the bowl, took a big sip, smashed her mouth, and sighed: "Well, there are plenty of ingredients, and the heat is just right... Are you sure you really don't want to have a sip?"

Feng Qian looked at her coldly, wondering what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd, but even if it was not poisoned, she would never touch the things she sent.

"If there is nothing else, you can go!"

"It's a pity, I wasted the bowl of ginger soup I carefully prepared for you. Since you don't drink it, it's useless for me to keep it, so I'd better pour it out!" Lan Yueru suddenly shook her right wrist, and poured the ginger soup without warning It was thrown out, and the target was facing Feng Qian!
Feng Qian was on guard early in the morning, she turned around nimbly, and then jumped, avoiding her attack!
The ginger soup was sprinkled on the ice surface, a layer of white smoke rose, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into ice.

"Lan Yueru, what on earth are you trying to do?" Feng Qian was annoyed, if this bowl of ginger soup was spilled on her body, the consequences could be imagined.

Lan Yueru smiled lightly: "You are skilled, but if this is the case, can you still avoid it?"

She slapped her palms three times suddenly, and the sound of applause fell. Immediately, someone came in from the door with a bucket full of water in her hand. The water surface was steaming, and there was a strong smell of ginger. ginger tea.

Feng Qian frowned: "You wouldn't be so naive, would you? You came here just to play a game of splashing water with me?"

Lan Yueru smiled without saying a word, and clapped her hands three more times.

Immediately afterwards, another person walked in from the door, also carrying a bucket full of ginger tea in his hand.

Feng Qian's eyelids twitched, suddenly feeling bad.

Unexpectedly, Lan Yueru was not finished yet, so she continued to clap her hands.

One, two, three... more and more people came in, and everyone was holding a bucket full of ginger tea.

In less than a while, more than a dozen people surrounded Feng Qian!

Feng Qian's eyelids jumped wildly: "Lan Yueru, how dare you?"

"Do you think I dare?" Lan Yueru's face was gloomy like a ghost, she curled her lips evilly, and swung her arm vigorously, "Splash it on me, splash it hard!"

In an instant, boiling hot ginger tea poured over the sky!

Feng Qian had nothing to hide, and immediately took out the wishful pot to cover her face.

The face was saved, but the rest of the body was not so lucky, it was drenched.

When the scalding water touched her skin, it was scorching and numb, and the surroundings were terribly cold, so she was trapped in a double world of ice and fire!
Finally, the attack stopped.

Feng Qian was drenched from head to toe, and the burning heat on her body hadn't faded away, but the bone-chilling chill came over her, and the water droplets hanging on her clothes and skin were condensing into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Seeing this, Lan Yueru smiled with satisfaction: "Are you satisfied with this great gift I gave you? Hahahahahaha..."

"Lan Yueru, if you don't make me feel better, I won't make it easier for you either!" Feng Qian rushed over desperately, flying towards Lan Yueru.

Lan Yueru stepped back quickly, and several guards rushed up immediately to support Feng Qian, but Feng Qian's hand still firmly grasped Lan Yueru's arm.

"Let me go!" Lan Yueru grimaced, took out a dagger from her bosom, and stabbed Feng Qian's back, so hard and hot that Feng Qian had to withdraw her hand.

Lan Yueru, who had regained her freedom, smiled triumphantly: "You can enjoy the gift I gave you here, and I will come to see you tomorrow!"

Soon, Lan Yueru took her people and evacuated.

Feng Qian was left alone trembling, trembling all over.

Lan Yueru's move was too ruthless, the temperature of the ice cellar was already very low, and now her body was wet, and the water droplets had condensed into ice slag, if this continued, she would definitely freeze into an iceman!
The surrounding temperature is getting lower and lower, and the body temperature is dropping sharply. Feng Qian can't bear it anymore, and immediately runs and jumps in place to increase her body temperature.

"Lan Yueru, we have come and gone, you can enjoy the gift I gave you slowly!"

The corners of her pale lips curled into a sneer.

The moment she grabbed her arm just now, she quietly pasted a bad luck talisman on Lan Yueru's body. Only she could see the bad luck talisman, and no one else could detect it at all.

She was very curious, what is the effect of the bad luck charm?

After teaching Feng Qian a lesson, Lan Yueru was in a good mood, and fell into Feng Qian's hands again and again. This time, Feng Shui finally turned around and got the debt back. Thinking of Feng Qian's distressed appearance, she couldn't help laughing .

The servant girl looked up at her, admiring her all over the ground: "Miss Lan, you are really amazing! What do you mean by fighting without blood, this is the real killing without blood!"

The maid's flattery was very good, and Lan Yueru was very relieved to hear it. She smiled lightly and said, "Where is your second young master? Where is he?"

The maid said: "Second Young Master was locked up by Madam."

Lan Yueru's eyes flashed, she subconsciously straightened her hair, and a rosy glow appeared on her cheeks: "Take me to have a look."

The maid nodded: "Miss Lan, please!"

Lan Yueru raised her foot and was about to step down the stairs. The servant standing beside her suddenly slipped her hand, and the wooden barrel fell to the ground and rolled down the stairs, just rolling to Lan Yueru's feet. Lan Yueru's feet subconsciously As soon as she retracted, there was a pause, but the maid behind her couldn't react in time and bumped into her back. Lan Yueru swooped forward, and the right foot that was retracted just now was forced by inertia, and stepped forward again, stepping on her back. He landed on the wooden barrel, and the whole person fell forward fiercely, with a thud, he fell like a porcelain!
"Miss Lan!"

"Miss Lan, are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Lan, I didn't mean to."

Lan Yueru waved her hands, got up from the ground, and said coldly: "I'm fine."

Her face was a little ugly, she patted the dust, straightened her clothes, and continued walking.

When passing the garden, some servants were fertilizing, and some servants were repairing the roof. Suddenly, a piece of tile fell from the sky, Lan Yueru was startled, and took a step back. Unexpectedly, she stepped on a branch, slipped her foot, and fell to the ground. Then she fell down, click, what a coincidence, she sat down into the fertilizer bucket!

Lan Yueru collapsed right then!
"Damn it, who put the compost bucket here?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Lan, the little one should be damned..." The servant apologized repeatedly.

The maid hurriedly said, "Miss Lan, are you alright?"

Lan Yueru blushed: "Help me up quickly, I'm stuck."

The servant girl was startled, and quickly stretched out her hand to pull her. It took a lot of effort to pull her out of the fertilizer bucket.

As soon as she turned around, the back of Lan Yueru's butt was covered with wet manure.

Everyone's necks turned red, and they all turned their heads away, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

Lan Yueru was so depressed, why did she encounter such unlucky things one after another?

"Don't follow me!" she roared, walking forward alone.

Suddenly, clatter——

A row of tiles slid down from above her head, smashing her head and blood.

Lan Yueru stood there dumbfounded, forgetting to react.

"Miss Lan, you are bleeding." The maid screamed, dumbfounded.

I've seen someone with a little back, but I've never seen her with such a back, and she fell three times in a short period of time!
Fell, stuck, smashed!

A one in ten thousand coincidence happened to her alone. Blood was streaming from Lan Yueru's head, and her expression was like that of her dead father.

(End of this chapter)