The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Two people smoothly received the small Si's clothes.

In the inner room to change clothes, Mo Yun holding down the clothes, worried, "Qian Mo, what are you going to do? When we go back to Princess Chang's house like this, in case he finds out... "

"Although my appearance is not subtle enough, I can hide it from people's eyes and rest assured."

Yes, the two people who mixed into the princess mansion were ziqianmo and Moyun.

Putting away his original clothes and things, ziqianmo patted Mo Yun on the shoulder and comforted him, "only by going deep into the enemy camp can we find out the truth. It's only one last step away from what you want to see. "

At night, they are familiar with the affairs of the mansion. At this time, they are staying in the dining room, helping the cooks to do chores.

"It's said that the meal sent at noon today was returned by the general."

The pots and pans are symphonic in the dining room. A cook in charge of desserts, while dealing with his own desserts, complains in a low voice, "the general's appetite is very poor these days. The desserts I made have no chance to serve, so I was withdrawn. What's the matter?"

"Ah, the princess is missing. Can the general eat well?"

Another cook in charge of appetizers before meals was even more worried. "You're OK. It's OK whether the last dish is served or not. The general and the housekeeper won't scold me, so I'm out of luck. The general can't eat it. The housekeeper scolds me for not doing appetizers well, which makes the general have no appetite."

With someone taking the lead, other cooks began to complain about the general's inability to eat these days.

"Well, if you want to eat, if you don't want to eat, you can make sure you want to eat. How can you talk so much?"

The chef in charge of the main dish said solemnly, "each performs his own duties. The housekeeper has just come here today. If the general can't eat any more, he will ask us about our dining room. You all do well and move out the good dishes."

"Yes

Listening to the conversation of the cooks, ziqianmo tilted her eyes a little, and saw Mo Yun beside her with a dull face. The expression on her face seemed worried but not happy. She could not help shaking her head and gently poking her arm, "cloud."

Mo Yun looked back and saw ziqianmo straighten up, with a touch of silver between his fingers. Just as the cook who was in charge of appetizers turned to get flour, ziqianmo was quick eyed and put something into the fish on the chopping board without anyone noticing.

As a result, the cook who came back with the flour just pressed his finger on the fish, but before he had time to operate, he was hit.

"My hand!"

In his exclamation, the others looked at him. The cook's hand was tied with a sharp fishhook, which went deep into the flesh and blood. The bright red blood beads kept falling, and soon dyed the cutting board and the rare Songjiang bass on the cutting board red.

"What's going on?"

When the chef heard the news, he saw the cook's blood, and immediately frowned, "don't you hurry to deal with it?"

The cook answered and rushed to wash the blood. The chef looked at the bloody Songjiang perch, frowned, raised his hand and threw the whole good Songjiang perch directly into the wastebasket.

No matter how good the raw materials are, if they are stained with the blood of their servants, they can't be used. This is the rule of all big families.

"I can't make the appetizer before dinner even if I hurt my five hands like that."