The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Remember, the pot for frying meat slices must be spicy, and the meat will be tender only when it is turned over in a high fire. Next time I bring that old meat slice to the table, I'll return you to the palace for another one!"

In the kitchen, Jiang qianxia straightened his stomach and taught the imperial chef the queen gave her a serious lesson.

Chef Liu didn't realize it when she was robbed. Yesterday, she had some problems in several workshops in the suburbs of Beijing. As a result, no one in the family could make dishes to her taste.

Although the imperial chef was scolded all morning, his harvest made him want your daughter to scold him more!

Seven or eight recipes I've never seen before. This is the baby who can inherit the family!

Just when Jiang qianxia worked hard to teach the imperial kitchen for his stomach, a chaotic noise, mixed with the screams of servants and maidservants, came to the kitchen.

"Sir! Sir is not good! Wenjie is locked up by his father and will be punished by family law!"

The little fat man Hu Zirong was like a violent meteor hammer. He knocked over seven or eight servants along the way. When he shouted and rushed into the kitchen, he almost didn't stabilize. He plunged into the pot and fried himself.

Cautiously holding his stomach to one side, Jiang qianxia looked at Hu Zirong, who was pressed on the ground by the imperial chef and struggled to move to his side. He said vigilantly, "don't move! I'm not polite to move again!"

Hu Zirong was disheartened. His sweat slipped out of his gray face. His stretched breath let out, and he almost didn't come up at one breath.

After a while, Hu Zirong gasped and begged, "Sir, go and save Wenjie. He doesn't know how to burn the yard. His father's concubine was burned into a monster. Even his brother and the legitimate son of the Chiang family were burned into a coma all day."

"At the moment, his father was angry and threatened to scold him for 50 times without his son as good as a pig and dog!"

"Fifty? Is Jiang Wenjie his own?"

Jiang qianxia took a breath of air-conditioning. You know, thirty sticks is the biggest punishment. When it comes to thirty sticks, the master still means to forgive you. If there are more, even thirty-one sticks, it means that no life will be left under the stick.

Even if Jiang Wenjie is a commoner who is not valued, there is no need to kill him alive because of a yard and a concubine?!

"Oh, my husband, is it time to discuss this? Let's go and save people!"

Hu Zirong struggled again and said excitedly, "I bought off the servants of the Chiang family. They said that Wenjie was very weak before he was taken down. They knelt outside the ancestral hall all night last night. Now don't say fifty sticks, ten sticks are enough to kill him!"

"My mistress, what position does she have to stop Lord Jiang from enforcing family law against young master Wenjie?"

According to Hu Zirong's imperial chef, he slowly released his hand, stood up, habitually lowered his head and said indifferently, "Lord Jiang beat his son. It's a family affair. Even if the emperor doesn't intervene much, why should young master Hu embarrass my mistress."

Hu Zirong is as cool as being thrown into an ice hole in midsummer.

Yes, why did he rush to find his husband to save people? Not to mention that her husband is just a noble woman without real power. Even if she is in a high position, what position does she have to take care of other people's family affairs?

She is a woman's family member. Her sharp edge has made the civil service complain about her. At this time, if you do such a special thing, you'd better work with pregnancy

The more he thought about it, the more desperate he became. Hu Zirong lay on the ground stupidly, his tears slipped unconsciously, and his face was in a mess.

"You have a good relationship? You always talk nonsense with Jiang Wenjie when you're all right. Do you have feelings that transcend brotherhood?"

Unable to squat down, Jiang qianxia could only kick Hu Zirong, who pretended to be dead, with his stomach, and then said angrily, "didn't you run to me to save people? Why are you lying on the ground now? Aren't you afraid that Jiang Wenjie will be killed?"

A Gulu got up from the ground. Hu Zirong stared pitifully and asked carefully, "Sir, are you willing to save Zirong?"

"Otherwise, it's not easy for a warrior who dares to take arithmetic to be killed. Where can I cry?"

Jiang qianxia answered very lightly. The imperial chef frowned and couldn't help persuading him again: "madam, you don't have to wade in this muddy water. Even if you want to save people, you have to wait for the general to go down?"

"When he goes down, won't lord Jiang also go down? At that time, there will be a head-on conflict. How ugly it will be."

Smiling and waving, Jiang qianxia lazily walked out of the kitchen and shouted at the empty yard.

"Who's on shift today? Come out quickly and have something to do!"

I don't know where he slipped out. He was as thin as a child. He squatted and screamed, "miss qianxia, whose head are you going to take? Frankly, the bones of a family are itching."

Scratching his head, Jiang qianxia said with a dry smile, "in short, I'm going to save people, so can you please call all the soldiers in the family for me?"

Since they didn't take up the patrol work, those veterans often couldn't see people. They were mysterious and ghostly. The general servants really didn't necessarily be able to find people.

Only these Jianghu people who have to fight with the veterans every time they enter the house and find out the details of each other can do the work of summoning.

The little man stared at Jiang qianxia darkly for a long time. She was sure that she wasn't really going to ask him to take someone's head. Then she ran up the wall and ran away with a sigh.

"Sir... The one just now, I, I seem to have seen it on the wanted list?"

Hu Zirong, who shrank behind the door and poked his head, was very uncertain about his judgment, because the life-threatening thief on the wanted list was an evil star who fled seven or eight prefectures and took people's heads when he saw injustice

How could such a person who reported his name and could stop children from crying at night appear openly in the general's house?

With his hands on his back, Jiang qianxia looked up at the sky and said casually, "you must have read the wanted list wrong. How can the people on the wanted list be in the general's house? Don't say silly words. It's going to make people laugh."

Looking at the fingers that Mr. Hu rubbed unconsciously, Hu Zirong was very sure that the one just now was definitely a life-threatening thief! Sir really likes to lie with his eyes open.

Breaking the quiet ancient house, like a wild beast waking up from a deep sleep, even the eyes of the maid walking back and forth glittered with bloody wildness.

Gu Liu, who was hiding in his small yard, was very upset by this change. He couldn't help walking out of the yard and holding a servant to ask what was going on.

"What? Jiang mobilized all the family soldiers in the mansion? What is she going to do, rebel?!"

Jiang qianxia, who covered his body armor with leather armor, walked valiantly to the gate. When he heard Gu Liu's words, he couldn't help turning his eyes and said, "aunt, have you seen a fool who rebelled with only dozens of family soldiers."

"Go back and have a rest. My daughter-in-law has just stayed at home for a long time and wants to go out to exercise."

After only dormant for a long time, someone dared to make an idea on her students. If she didn't go out for activities, she might be regarded as dead!