Pretty Chef Is Gonna Be Rich

If it wasn't for Wei Zhen's serious trouble this time, Zheng Yu might have been really soft hearted and spared her for a while.

"You don't have to say any more. I'll go to the old lady's place and say, but it's you. I'll give you two days to pack up and leave here! The two-day period is not ready, so I can only invite your elders to pick you up! "

Zheng Yu has a cold face. After that, she leaves here with a big stride, regardless of how miserable Wei Zhen will cry.

In the evening, in the kitchen, Zheng Yu comes to check, and wants to ask the chef what kind of food is prepared for Han Qing tonight.

As soon as I came in, I saw a cook making the greasy pork.

Zheng Yu slightly frowned and asked in a cold voice, "who is in charge of Han Qing's dinner?"

The cook, who was dealing with all kinds of meat and vegetables, laughed and replied gruffly, "report back to shiziye. Miss Mu didn't come because she had an accident today, so I'm in charge of Hanqing's dinner."

Seeing the greasy food, Zheng Yu asked the cook who was cooking for Han Qing: "are you going to make these for Han Qing?"

The cook laughed and revealed his crass nature: "I used to be responsible for cooking the dishes in charge. The most famous dish I was good at was the spiced pork. I thought that after eating so many light things, the young master Han Qing would also like to eat some Fat stuff. "

Zheng Yushi was in a headache. He shook his head and said, "let your steward come in. I have something to ask him."

The steward put down his work in a hurry and came to the kitchen to see Zheng Yu: "shiziye, what can I do for you?"

Zheng Yu's face was heavy. At first glance, she knew that she was in a bad mood.

The steward was the best at observing words and expressions, so he was more and more cautious in front of Zheng Yu for fear of being reprimanded for doing something wrong.

There are really few good cooks in this house, and Zhao Jin is embarrassed to be reluctant to do so, so he said: "as for the chef, you'd better let him go back to his original post. As for Mr. Han Qing's dinner tonight, you can go to the Yellow Crane Tower and pack some fresh appetizers. Remember to go and come back quickly!"

Then he threw the VIP card of the Yellow Crane Tower to the steward, turned around and left.

Before leaving, he said: "remember, young master Hanqing is weak and can't eat those greasy things. The food you buy for Hanqing is light and easy to be changed."

There was no one in charge of the kitchen who dared not listen. After receiving the card, he hurriedly went to the Yellow Crane Tower himself.

Taking advantage of the remaining temperature of the food packed in the Yellow Crane Tower, the steward sent it to Tianxiang Pavilion in a hurry.

There are two soups, one is light soup, one is chicken soup, and the other is eight meat and eight vegetables. They are all very delicious and light dishes, and they are barely eaten.

Han Qing put down his chopsticks after eating a few mouthfuls and asked in a deep voice, "how did the taste of this dish change?"

The steward, who was waiting on one side, trembled, wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, stepped forward, bowed his head respectfully and replied: "today, Miss Mu has been hurt a little, please take a half day off, because no one in the house is good at making those light dishes, so I went to the Yellow Crane Tower to pack some dishes for my son."

Han Qing heard that the meals were all packed from the Yellow Crane Tower, and he was not interested in taking a look.

No matter how delicious the food was, he was so upset when he thought of what had happened in the Yellow Crane Tower that he even lost his appetite.

"I'm full. Let's get rid of the food."

Steward looked at the bowl did not move a few mouthfuls of white rice, and looked at the basic did not move chopsticks that a few dishes, some surprised.

Isn't this gentleman eating too little?

Are you not afraid to wake up from hunger at night?

The steward hesitated and didn't know whether to clean up the food, so he turned his eyes to Liu Yiyi.

Liu Yiyi hesitated for a while, and finally stood up, bowed his head and said in a low voice: "childe, you are already weak. If you don't eat any more, you will have to take medicine again. For the sake of your health, you'd better eat more..."

Han Qing looks up and coldly at Liu Yiyi's flawless face, which is as perfect as ice sculpture and jade. There is really no expression, so cold that Liu Yiyi's heart and hair are cold.

He dropped his eyes slightly and went back to the kitchen without saying a word.

Liu Yiyi was embarrassed and embarrassed when he was humiliated by his master in front of an outsider: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han Qing is a bit picky about his taste. Maybe the food he made is not very his taste."

The steward nodded from the bottom of his heart: "yes, if Miss Mu was there, master Hanqing would not be like this."

Liu Yiyi's face became stiff. The steward noticed the change of her expression and quickly explained: "Miss Liu, don't get me wrong. I just said that Miss Mu is skilled in cooking. She can best know what kind of food Mr. Han Qing wants to eat. She can make a meal that Mr. Han likes. She doesn't mean she can't match her."Liu Yiyi faintly smiles, shakes his head and says: "it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm just a slave. What's the meaning of comparison? Now I just want to serve Mr. Han Qing well. I don't think much about the rest. "

The steward cleaned up the food on the table and left Tianxiang pavilion with two polite sentences.

In the Tianxiang Pavilion study, Han Qing is studying ink. There is a knock on the door: "young master, do you want a servant to come in and help with the ink?"

Liu Yiyi stood outside the door, thinking that before Mu Yunsheng didn't have to rush back to the kitchen, he would always stay with Han Qing to serve the pen and ink, and he would also talk about some strange things. It was very easy to get along with him, and he and Han Qing were like friends for many years.

Now that Mu Yunsheng is gone, is it her turn to serve Liu Yiyi?

With this idea, Liu Yiyi knocked on the door again.

"Don't wait, you go out first."

Han Qing said coldly.

Just now, I had a little hope in my heart. I never thought that

The light of hope that just lit up in Liu Yiyi's eyes suddenly became dim again.

"I know," she said

Until the figure outside the door disappears, Han Qing's eyes fall back on the paper. He shakes his head and sighs. Now in Tianxiang Pavilion, there is only Liu Yiyi who is a close servant. If there is any gossip, he is really afraid that he will kill other girls.

And the reason why he dared to talk with Mu Yunsheng was that he already had a fiance, and it seemed that Mu Yunsheng's fiance was also the person of the second prince.

For various reasons, Han Qing was closer to Mu Yunsheng than other people.