Pick a Prince and Get Rich

Chef Wan clubbed his forehead on the table, snored slightly in his nose, and his face was drunk.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan called him gently: "Chef Wan!" However, he did not wake up. Instead, he snored more, which attracted Liu Wenwen.

"Manager Chen, what's the matter? Is it thunder?" As they were packing in the kitchen, they heard a thunder like noise. When they came out, it was chef Wan who had fallen asleep and immediately covered his mouth and snickered.

"Chef Wan, what's this Liu Wenwen asked with a smile.

"Drink a few more cups, you will clean up this, there are still a few dishes to take in and eat with your mother and them." Chen Yuan said to Liu Wenwen.

Liu Wenwen answered and went forward to clean up the table. When it came to chef Wan, she almost laughed. It turned out that chef Wan's face had been buttoned up in the bowl. Because he had a lot of meat on his face, the bowl had been buttoned up in his face. It can be called "a bowl of meat".

With a smile, Liu Wenwen immediately left the scene and returned to the back kitchen.

"A bowl of meat!" Chen Yuan yelled.

Chef Wan suddenly woke up and immediately stood up, looking straight ahead: "master, I didn't drink, I really didn't drink!"

When he wakes up, where is the imperial kitchen? Where is the shadow of the master? Only Chen Yuan, who is laughing, becomes angry immediately: "manager Chen, why do you scare me?"

"I didn't scare you, but I couldn't wake you up when I saw you fall asleep. Then I remembered your name. No, it's easy to use!" Chen Yuan cleared his throat.

"My name is from Shifu. How can you shout like that?" Chef Wan angrily wiped the wine on the corner of his mouth, suddenly touched the bowl on his face, and took it down in surprise. This time, his face immediately showed an impression, which made Chen Yuan laugh.

"Don't laugh!" Chef Wan is very embarrassed at the moment, probably because he knows why the master didn't let him drink and get him a bowl of meat.

"Yes, I won't laugh, chef Wan. I want to ask you something about the palace. I don't know if it's convenient for you to tell me?" Chen Yuan said with a smile.

"You'd better not pry about things in the palace. The more you know, the more dangerous it will be, but you'll lose your head!" Chef Wan is very mysterious.

"I don't ask about secret things. I just wonder what the palace looks like. Why do so many people want to go in after sharpening their heads?"

"Do you want to go in?" Chef Wan belched and looked at him.

Chen Yuan poured a glass of wine for him again and shook his head: "I follow Miss Ning to be a shopkeeper in xianle building. It's very good."

"Oh, in that case, I might as well tell you something, so that you can have a long experience." Chef Wan sips the wine in the glass and smashes his mouth.

"I'd like to hear about it!"

"The imperial palace is much more magnificent than here. Your whole restaurant is less than half of the imperial kitchen, let alone the others. Do you know what the emperor and the princes eat?" Chef Wan boasted.

"What?"

"Of course, it's delicacies, abalone and ginseng soup. Even the utensils in full bloom are made of gold."

"It's Royal! Which Prince is the emperor's favorite? I heard that the emperor has just appointed the prince recently. You said that you almost missed the banquet of the prince and the second prince. Is it not that the emperor loves the prince most

"You don't know that!" Chef Wan looked at him with deep intention, poured a cup of wine and continued: "since ancient times, the emperor loved little, and our emperor is no exception. What he loved was the fourth Prince left by the empress huifei. The fourth prince was really, really wonderful!"

"What is the name of the fourth prince?" Chen Yuan saw that he was more drunk, so he immediately asked. It's not surprising that he was so suspicious, because he suspected Ji Ruchang's identity at the beginning. However, he didn't dare to say it. After all, Ji's surname is royal. If he was wrong, he would cause Ning Silian's death.

"Ji Rusheng!" Chef Wan is lying on the table with a very low voice, but Chen Yuan still hears him. He sees the blood on his face fade away and sits on one side.