Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 15 Whitewashing ([-])

Qiao Yurong wanted to laugh when she heard it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, a woman who looked about forty or so appeared in a certain corner of the stall, with a face of panic and fear, bowed her body, ran over tremblingly, and knelt on her knees. The ground begged: "The woman. The woman Ba ​​Gui kowtowed to the Prince of Zhenbei and reported to the Lord of the North. The woman was in an emergency and so she didn't show up. Please forgive me, don't take the family of the woman into the dungeon."

This is really. Absolutely.

No good words come out, but scary words come out as soon as they are said.

His own notoriety is not only panicked by three-year-old children, but even this adult is scared by hearing it.

Hey, the road to whitewashing is far away.

Qiao Yurong felt a lot of pressure. Seeing the pale and panicked face of this woman named Bagui, she blamed Eunuch Mo: "What are you scaring her for?"

Eunuch Mo smiled apologetically: "The lord is waiting to eat, and these untouchables don't come out, so there is no way, the slaves can only intimidate and intimidate."

Qiao Yurong also knew that Eunuch Mo was doing it for herself, so she sighed and said to Na Bagui, "Don't be afraid! I just want to eat a bowl of wontons, so you can cook a bowl for me."

Ba Gui tremblingly froze for a moment, and asked, "Don't the prince blame the women's family?"

Qiao Yurong said: "If you don't cook a bowl of wontons, maybe this king really wants to arrest your family and put them in the dungeon."

If it is useful to be scary, it is better to be scary.

Hearing the words, Na Bagui hurriedly got up from the ground and said, "Women, do it right away, do it right away."

Sure enough, it's still scary!
Qiao Yurong learned a new shortcut to work from this identity.

After Bagui finished speaking, he immediately opened the cauldron covering the stall. The cauldron that could be rolled out in ancient times is similar to the modern mobile stall. They are all made of iron sheets, and the bottom layer is made of burning materials. There are no briquettes, so firewood is still used.

This woman is pushing such a heavy stall?

Qiao Yurong watched as Bagui turned the fire on and the boiling water in the cauldron boiled immediately. Bagui put the bastard into the cauldron and mixed the soup in the soup bowl. Is this wonton?"

Na Bagui's body shook, he lowered his head and dodged his eyes, and said in fear: "The folk women lost their husbands in the early years, in order to support the family, so it is the folk women who sell food to support the family."

Because Bagui was too frightened, she didn't pay attention to Qiao Yurong calling her 'Mother'.

At this time, Chaos has been cooked, Ba Gui immediately fished out the wontons, brought out the wontons, and placed them respectfully in front of Qiao Yurong, still looking shocked: "My lord, the wontons are ready."

Qiao Yurong looked at a bowl of wontons in clear soup in front of him, with a lot of chopped green onions sprinkled on it, and the aroma was enticing, which whetted one's appetite.

Qiao Yurong picked up the small spoon, and Eunuch Mo quickly took the small spoon and said respectfully: "My lord, the food outside here is rough and not very particular. Eating this dirty food will cause stomachaches. The servant wiped it clean and the lord is using it."

Eunuch Mo didn't allow Zhu Yurong to disagree, took out the handkerchief he had hurriedly wiped again and again, and then put it back in Qiao Yurong's hand, saying: "My lord, use it slowly."

Qiao Yurong shook his head helplessly: "Old Mo, I'm not that hypocritical."

Eunuch Mo is very cautious: "The prince is delicate and expensive, so he should be careful, and he can't be careless."

Well, talking about this with Lao Mo is tantamount to playing the piano with a cow.

Qiao Yurong started to eat Chaos, and when he ate it, he was stunned for a moment. Although this Chaos looked bland, the soup tasted extremely delicious, and he couldn't help asking: "Ms. Bagui, what is so delicious about your soup? Is it made from bone broth?"

　This is farming text, farming text, farming text!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)