King Bianliang nodded in disbelief.

The dish last time had a great impact on him, and he still believed in her cooking skills.

"Try these two dishes again to see if they suit your taste." Shen Qiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, asking the Bianliang King to accept the chives. This was considered an improvement, and his retreat meant that she could take a step forward.

King Bianliang's chopsticks were the first to move towards the fish head with chopped peppers. The red, green and green colors attracted him. They say red goes with green xxx, but if you look closely, it is still very eye-catching, and it exudes a faint smell of pickled peppers. , he couldn't help but attack it first.

The meat of the fish head is tender, soft, glutinous and spicy. The taste is very suitable for him.

His eyes lit up, and his chopsticks were already heading towards the pickled fish on the side.

The taste is fresh and sour, hitting the taste buds directly. The fish meat is evenly seasoned and has a smooth and delicate texture. He never knew that fish meat can be so delicious. He sipped the remaining juice on his lips after taking one bite.

Shen Qiao filled another half bowl of soup for him, put it in front of him and raised his chin to signal him to take a sip.

King Bianliang picked up the bowl and drank without hesitation.

The butler stretched out his hand to stop her. He saw with sharp eyes that Miss Shen did not put away the onions this time. There were onions in the soup, but before he could do it, the master had already finished half the bowl of soup.

After thinking for a while, he finally said, "Master, the soup just now contained onions."

King Bianliang frowned and looked at him.

Shen Qiao smiled proudly, "Move your mouth."

King Bianliang's face was extremely ugly, but he still moved, his brows loosened and he was gradually surprised, "This onion tastes so good."

Shen Qiao snapped his fingers, "That's the wonderful thing about it. Every ingredient is used in the right place, and you can't resist it."

"Shang Ling, serve rice to your prince."

"Yes." Shang Ling asked someone to serve rice and introduced it to King Bianliang, "Your Majesty, this rice is also steamed by the girl using different methods. This slave has never seen it before."

King Bianliang stared at the rice in the bowl, and it seemed that there was no difference. But after he took his mouth, he asked, "How do you get the rice in every grain, and even have a faint fragrance of rice?"

"Ah? It smells like rice?" Shen Qiao didn't know. It's just that the rice made this way is chewy and the grains of rice are suitable for making fried rice.

King Bianliang nodded.

Just when Shen Qiao was about to say something else, there was a loud noise outside.

The servant came in and bowed, then walked towards Shan Ling and whispered a few words in her ear. Her expression changed drastically, "Master, girl, I'll take care of this."

Shen Qiao nodded.

After Shang Ling left, Shen Qiao called back the servant who had just sent the message, "What happened?"

The servant looked at King Bianliang, hesitated for a moment and said, "Somehow, Sister Shang Ling's family came and were stopped outside the Palm Pavilion. They are crying and making a fuss."

"Take me to see." After all, it was about Shang Ling. Shen Qiao thought that since he was her master now, he should also care about her.

"Yes." The servants took Shen Qiao away.

King Bianliang and the housekeeper were left in the room. King Bianliang looked at the empty seat opposite, slightly lost in thought, as if the meal she had just thought was so good was dull without it.

"Your Majesty..." the butler said softly.

"When did the palace become a food market? Anyone can come in and out?" King Bianliang came to his senses with a gloomy and terrifying expression.

The housekeeper didn't dare to be careless anymore, "It's all due to my servant's negligence. I will definitely handle this matter strictly."

The housekeeper answered with his mouth, but in his heart he scolded the concierge. He really thought that the girl could restrain the prince now, so he started to relax. The master was in a good mood at the moment.

If the master is in a bad mood, the consequences...

"I don't want to hear such things again."

"I'll take care of it now," the butler said as if he had received an amnesty.

King Bianliang looked at the dishes on the table in a daze. There were three or two dishes, one or two people, and he seemed to have a slightly different feeling. When he was left alone, it seemed that the feeling just now disappeared instantly.

He was back to the time when he was alone again.

What is he expecting and fantasizing about?

...

The entrance to the Palm Pavilion.

When Shen Qiao arrived, Shang Ling was being pulled by the aunt. The aunt shouted at the top of her voice. Shang Ling tried to break away but couldn't. The aunt was dressed simply, but the girl next to her was well-dressed.

At least she thought that girl was better dressed than Shang Ling.

"Ling Yatou, she is your biological sister. Can you bear to see her fall into the tiger's mouth? Although I am not your biological mother, I raised you and allowed you to work in the prince's palace. Now you have become the prince's wife. Personal maid."

"As long as you have a nice word with your master and she gives the prince some peace of mind, your sister's matter will be solved."

Shan Ling was still struggling.

"That's right. You are a sister after all. Do you think we don't know how many good things your father has given me and my mother behind our backs over the years? Now it's time for you to repay us."

"I think this palace is very good. Why don't you talk to your master and I can enter the palace too?"

"Shut up." Shang Ling's face turned cold, "What kind of place is this Palm Pavilion? What kind of place is this royal palace? Is it a place where you can break in if you want? Do you think your life is too long?"

The mother and daughter looked at each other, but they were still afraid of King Bianliang's reputation.

But then they suddenly thought of the rumors they had heard recently, that there was no problem with King Bianliang's preference, and they also knew that Shang Ling had become Shen Qiao, the personal maid of the Golden House, and their minds became active.

When they arrived at the palace, they were stopped by the concierge, but they were not afraid.

The concierge was coerced and lured into letting them in, and someone else lured them over. The moment they saw Shang Ling, looking at her clothes, they knew that this girl was going to be good.

Their demands are naturally higher, and they are not so scared now.

"What are you afraid of? No matter how powerful the prince is, isn't he afraid of that girl? We have heard that the prince is very fond of this girl. As her personal maid, if you can't handle this, wouldn't it be a loss? The face of our Lao Shang family?" Shang Ling's stepmother Wang scolded Shang Ling, holding her neck.

"I didn't know that the girl you were talking about was me?" Shen Qiao couldn't stand it anymore and said softly while holding the maid's hand.

The eyes he looked at Wang and his daughter were cold and ruthless.

Mrs. Wang looked over and saw that she was wearing a gorgeous and expensive cloak and a beautiful hair ornament on her head, which she had never seen in her life. Look at that face again, no wonder she was able to charm the King of Bianliang. Already.

When he came back to his senses, his face was filled with a smile, "Is this Miss Shen, the darling of the prince's golden house?"

"I am Shang Ling's mother. This child is taking care of you, and I don't know if it will cause you any trouble. I'm here to supervise her. If she doesn't take care of her well, you see..."
Chapter completed!