Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 660
Jade face with vermilion lips, peach blossoms and beautiful eyes, and his jet-black hair was randomly pulled up, making the skin on his face as white as ice and snow.

His appearance is so beautiful that Feng Qian thinks of a poem: "The face of a man is peachy and the face is red". He is indeed very suitable for wearing pink, and he is also the most unfeminine man she has ever seen wearing pink!
There was a faint heroism between his brows, otherwise some people would doubt whether he was a woman.

As if aware of someone's prying eyes, he said: "People outside the door, come in, the prince treats you to kebabs!"

Feng Qian turned sideways unconsciously, not to let the other party see her, and whispered to Luo Ying: "Is there a prisoner who is about the same size as me in the prison?"

Luo Ying was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what she meant.

Feng Qian said: "Find a way to lock me with him. As long as you keep an eye on him, you won't be afraid of someone robbing the prison!"

Luo Ying suddenly realized: "There is one, whose figure is somewhat similar to your empress, but...he is a man!"

Feng Qian waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman! As long as it's someone Bu Jingyue has never met before!"

Luo Ying hesitated for a moment, and replied: "My lady, please wait a moment!"

In the deep dungeon, the smell of mutton skewers filled the mouth, making people salivate, until there was a smell of burning meat that overwhelmed the smell of meat, and someone shouted: "It's not good, it's out of water! NO.13 Prison out of water It’s time! Hurry up, put out the fire!”

The sky prison suddenly became busy, and the guards carried buckets back and forth to put out the fire, and it took a long time to finally extinguish the fire in the No. 13 cell.

The head of the cell led the prisoner in cell No.13 to the last cell: "From now on, you will live in this cell for the time being, and give me peace of mind. Don't play any tricks!"

He pushed the man hard into the cell, and then locked the door.

Bu Jingyue lazily raised her head and glanced at the person: "Are you the prisoner in cell No.13?"

The visitor nodded and remained silent.

Bu Jingyue smiled lowly: "I heard that cell No. 13 is locked up for treason..."

The visitor remained silent.

Bu Jingyue looked at the other party with great interest, and saw that the other party was thin, but had a strong temperament, and couldn't help sighing: "As expected of Mingyuelou's number one male favorite, he has a stunning appearance and temperament. Extraordinary, no wonder Chang Yuanhou failed in his rebellion, immersing himself in the gentle village every day, wearing down his will, it is difficult to succeed in rebellion!"

The visitor spat out a mouthful of saliva and choked on his words.

Male favorite?

The top male favorite of Mingyue Tower?

Damn Luoying, she only told her that cell No. 13 was locked up with a conspirator who participated in Chang Yuanhou's rebellion, but he didn't tell her that the prisoner turned out to be Chang Yuanhou's captive male favorite.

Feng Qian, who was disguised as a man, coughed to cover up her gaffe: "I am Chen Yiqiu, please give me your advice!"

Bu Jingyue smiled sassyly, and waved her hands casually: "We are both degenerate people in the end of the world, why should we know each other when we meet again! Do you like lamb skewers? My Highness invites you to eat!"

Feng Qian unceremoniously sat down not far from him, the chef of Haiyue Building handed over a string of mutton skewers, Feng Qian took it, looked at it carefully, and was not in a hurry to eat, and said Said: "The most important thing for kebabs is to be fragrant on the outside and tender on the inside, so the control of the heat is particularly important, but the most important thing is the choice of meat quality! The lamb you selected happened to be a hundred-day-old lamb. The lamb at this stage has just grown Mature, the meat is the most tender, one day more will make it too old, one day less will make it too tender, one hundred days is not too much, not too little, just right!"

Bu Jingyue clapped her hands and applauded: "I didn't expect that brother Chen is also a friend! I didn't send this mutton skewer to the wrong person, so I met a bosom friend!"

Feng Qian hooked her lips and said, "However, this is not the best meat I've ever eaten!"

Bu Jingyue was very interested: "Brother Chen has eaten meat that is more delicious than this?"

Feng Qian replied: "Yes, but it's not lamb, but beef!"

"Beef?" Bu Jingyue became more interested, "I think that I have tasted all kinds of delicacies in the world, and no delicacy can escape my mouth!"

Feng Qian smiled and said: "Then, has Your Highness ever tasted beef from cows that were raised to music, fed with wine, and massaged manually?"

"Growing up listening to music? Feeding with wine? Doing artificial massage?" Bu Jingyue was surprised, "Is there really such a strange way of raising animals in this world?"

Feng Qian nodded: "It's true!"

Bu Jingyue shook his head and sighed: "My Highness thinks that he is already picky enough about food ingredients, but I didn't expect Brother Chen to be even better. He is extremely demanding on ingredients, and I am willing to bow down! I just don't know what kind of beef Brother Chen said. How does it feel?"

Feng Qian said: "The beef I am talking about has a very magical taste. It can be summed up in three words, that is, sticky, sweet, and slippery. Its meat is evenly divided into fat and lean meat, and it melts in the mouth. It is the best beef in the world. The best of all, there are extremely high requirements for the amount of fat in the meat, the color of the meat, the firmness of the meat, and the color of the fat. In addition, when the meat is heated, it will emit a special fragrance, which is endless aftertaste !"

Bu Jingyue's eyes lit up: "Where can I eat such top-quality beef?"

Feng Qian thought for a while, and said, "In my hometown."

"Where is your hometown?" Bu Jingyue asked.

Seeing that he took the bait, Feng Qian sighed pretendingly in despair: "It's useless to talk about it. If you enter the sky prison, you will die. We have no chance to get out at all."

"That's not necessarily the case!" Bu Jingyue said with a look of winning, "After tonight, my highness will be able to regain her freedom. At that time, my highness will take you with me. When you get outside, you can take me to your room." Hometown, taste your amazing beef!"

Sure enough, there was a prison robbery, and it was tonight!

Feng Qian secretly rejoiced, and showed an ecstatic look on the surface: "Great! Thank you, Your Highness! If I have the opportunity to see the sun again, I must be grateful to His Highness, and repay His Highness for saving my life!"

"It's easy to talk!" Bu Jingyue waved his hand, "Tell me again, what other delicacies have you tasted that His Highness has never tasted?"

"That's too much!" Feng Qian then brought out all the delicacies she had tasted. As an excellent foodie, when it came to eating, she was eloquent and couldn't stop.

She can enjoy talking about it herself, and Bu Jingyue can enjoy listening to it. Before she knew it, time flew by, and a day passed by, and the sky gradually darkened.

Feng Qian and Bu Jingyue chatted all over the place while eating the meat roasted by the chef of Haiyuelou, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became.

If you put aside Bu Jingyue's status as the prince of the enemy country, he is a very good food friend!

However, Feng Qian has not forgotten her mission. Her mission is to wait on the sidelines and wait for the arrival of the master Gu Aotian to prevent him from successfully robbing the prison.

As night fell, Feng Qian's heartstrings also tensed, she knew that the person she was waiting for would appear soon.

(End of this chapter)