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After that day.

Wen Xian and Zhao Huai ceased fighting, and the two were ordered to secretly protect Ji Yunshu, inseparable.

Since the two had drunk that night, the relationship has also eased a lot. There was no more shouting to fight and kill. The only mission of the two was to keep Ji Yunshu.

But Ji Yunshu didn't even need him or her to protect her. There were some martial arts masters beside her.

During this time, since the textbooks were sent to the capital, Jing Rong was destined to spend a very leisurely time. What is this time used for?

Of course it is used to play various tricks!

Anyway, idle is idle.

Recently, Jing Rong fell in love with cooking. On this day, before dawn, he ran to the kitchen and pulled the chef who cooks on weekdays to teach himself.

The chef was out of focus!

"Your lord, you have a distinguished status. Let's wait for such a rough job. Let us come."

"You will be your apprentice, and you don't have to worry about your identity. You can teach well and learn well."

"Apprentice?" The chef shuddered, and quickly waved his hand, "Your lord, you should spare the small one, the small one is timid, without being so scared."

"Do you teach?" Jing Rong gave him a glance.

This man is so annoying than the monk in the temple.

The chef was frightened by Chiguo and determined the word, "Teach."

Jing Rong nodded with satisfaction!

So, the chef began to teach tremblingly.

Jing Rong was very serious in his studies, and he taught them in accordance with the master.

"Wait for oil to smoke first."

Wait!

"Add a spoonful of salt."

plus!

"Add half a spoon of sugar."

plus!

"Fuck in, quickly."

put!

...

"Out of the pot."

okay!

Chili fried meat is out of the pan.

As a result, I accidentally made a table of dishes.

It's a pity that the sales are very poor, black and black, burnt and burnt.

Not cooked!

Those who shouldn't be well cooked are well cooked.

In short, that is the scene of a table of disasters.

And it’s not uncommon to see!

He stood in front of those who didn’t know whether it was a dish or something with a spatula, frowned, pointed at one of them, and asked the master, "What kind of dish is this?"

"When fried vegetables."

"what about this?"

"Sugar Crispy Ribs."

"What about this?"

"This is..." The chef said "chew", and he couldn't see what it was. The big one was black. After thinking for a while, I finally thought, "It's steamed fish."

puff--

Hurry to give me a pot, a big pot.

When they studied that dish, they were so funny that they couldn't be more funny.

The chef asked him, "My lord, these are the dishes you burned yourself. Why do you still ask me?"

"This... Ben Wang forgot for a time, and next time he studied, Ben Wang took a small book and wrote it down." He was very studious. He pointed to the plate of black fish and said, "In addition to the guy, the rest The dishes are served out."

"Ah?" The chef was shocked and asked quickly, "That prince, you said you made it."

"Of course this king did it!"

Do you still want to invite credit?

shameless.

The chef said that his heart is very tangled.

Soon, the table he made was served.

When everyone saw it, they were dumbfounded on the spot. One was surprised that a prince went into the kitchen to cook?Second, I was surprised that the food on this table was simply "full of color and flavor".

Mo Ruo swallowed and thought, after all, this prince was in the kitchen for the first time, so he took the chopsticks with an attitude that he didn’t want to crack down on him. Okay, it’s delicious, it’s good, this thing is actually already delicious, I don’t know what else is added, there may be garlic..."

Incoherent nonsense!

Jing Rong bumped him and asked, "I'll ask how are you?"

"Very good, very good." He put down his chopsticks. "That... I still have medicine in my room. I'll check it out. You eat slowly and don't need to leave me food."

Smoky.

Ran!

"Is it so horrible?" Tang Si was curious, and then "cut" again, looking at the dishes full of tables and saying, "Some dishes are like this, they don't look good, they taste delicious, in Hou Liao, Any snake, rat, or ant can be eaten, but it’s not good to sell, but the taste is endless.

As she said, she was holding chopsticks while holding something in the plate, and put it in her mouth to bite it. She froze for a long time.

In the end, he had to do it.

I swallowed my saliva and looked at Jing Rongle awkwardly, pointing to my teeth and saying, "I have a bad tooth recently. I went to find Mo Ruo and asked him to help me see the teeth. You eat, don't wait for me."

Smoky.

Run another one.

Compared to the two of them, Ji Yunshu was more calm and calm. She picked a piece of food that still knew what it was. After eating it, she didn't have any expression. She put down her chopsticks silently and nodded, "Um... ...Not bad."

In order to confirm that it was really good, and in order to take responsibility for her own words, she took a few more mouthfuls.

Jing Rong was so happy that she put the dishes in the bowl.

"Eat more, if not enough, Ben Wang will make it for you again."

"..."

"Eat more, this is delicious, you see you, because you are too thin, so you must eat more and raise your body so that you will be able to grow up in the future."

"..."

This is the consequence of lying, and tears have to endure themselves.

So, Ji Yunshu was forced to eat... meal.

That night, I had a stomachache, and one night, I ran a dozen times to the toilet.

Finally collapsed directly on the bed.

Qiaoer held a candlestick in one hand and a bowl of hot water in the other, and called a few times by the bed, "Mr. Ji, would you like to drink a bowl of hot water."

Nothing!

"Mr. Ji?"

"There is still no movement."

Qiaoer thought he was asleep, and just about to leave, he heard a word from the person on the bed.

"Help me... go to the cottage."

This fact is to warn people all over the world, don't speak conscientiously, otherwise, you will pay a very painful price.

But precisely because of her "good" sentence yesterday, Jing Rong was full of confidence, and the sky was still bright, and she was pulling the chef to learn how to cook.

Brother, please let go!

However, the several dishes I made today are much better in terms of selling. Anyway, the cooked is cooked, but the taste is still somewhat inexplicable.

Mo Ruo, like yesterday, barely ate a few mouthfuls, and praised him a few words, and later—

Slipped again.

Tang Si is also drawing a calabash from a gourd!

As a result, Ji Yunshu's responsibility to taste dishes finally fell on her. Naturally, she stretched her stomach for another night.

God!

In the end, everyone can't bear it anymore.

Start rebellion!