Just when Xiao Jie was crying after being beaten by Yang Ming, a burst of noise came from downstairs.

"Young Master Yang, stop fighting, the eldest prince is here!"

The waiter hurriedly ran up and shouted. Hu Yue, who was clapping and applauding at the side, was stunned when he heard that the eldest prince had arrived.

How come the eldest prince wants to come to a place like this?

"Yang Ming, let him go first."

Senior Sister Lin Ruo's words seemed to be effective. Yang Ming made a final comment, then stood up with an expression that it had nothing to do with him.

Following the sound of hurried footsteps, a young man with a good appearance walked up the stairs.

This young man looked to be in his early twenties. His hair was tied into a bun and he was wearing a luxurious robe with golden embroidery that symbolized the royal family.

On this man's feet were a pair of boots inlaid with jade the size of pigeon eggs.

Moreover, the hairpin on the head and the bracelet on the wrist are definitely not ordinary items.

With such a style, it must be the eldest prince Li Boxun.

When Yang Ming saw this prince, he unconsciously compared him with the third prince of Yongzhou Mansion.

This gap is really too big.

The third prince was short, unshaven, and smelled of cigarette smoke.

This eldest prince is graceful, distinguished, and gentle.

Was this really born from a mother?

Moreover, the third prince said that he was over fifty years old, so wouldn’t the eldest prince also be over fifty years old?

This, a man in his fifties with a face in his twenties?

Yang Ming felt that his world was about to collapse.

"See Your Highness."

Shopkeeper Wan saluted hurriedly. This etiquette should not be lost after seeing the prince. After Lin Ruo saluted, Hu Yue also followed Lin Ruo's example and saluted.

Yang Ming just bent down and cupped his hands.

"Here, how could Xiao Wenwen be beaten like this?"

The prince naturally has to look like a prince, and his conversation must be completely different from that of the third prince.

The third prince was used to being wild and talking nonsense, but this prince was naturally different.

When addressing others, you must add the official title after your surname to comply with the rules.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Xiao Jie, who was beaten with a bruised nose and face, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.

After embellishing what happened just now, the prince's face obviously looked a little bad.

"This young hero Yang Ming, even if Xiao Wenwen's judgment on this matter is unfair, you can calmly talk to him, why do you need to do this murderous thing?"

The prince was very measured in his words. He did not question Yang Ming as soon as he came up, but he kindly tried to persuade him.

However, Yang Ming is now in a state of being irritated. Let alone trying to persuade him, he cannot listen to even half a word!

Xiao Jie said that his cooking skills were not good, which completely angered Yang Ming.

It's like the wedding night when the bride says that her husband is not good enough.

That's not a question of coolness, that's a question of dignity!

"I'm going to kill him? Hey, I haven't hit him with a stick yet. I see that he has such thin arms and legs that he hasn't even used his true energy!"

"This bastard, who has no children and no descendants, actually said that my cooking skills are not good! Isn't it okay for me to beat him up?"

Yang Ming behaved like a gangster in front of the prince, which made Lin Ruo unable to look straight at him.

It is said that a disciple is like the master. If the master walks and sits upright, then the disciple will definitely do the same.

Yang Ming became worse and worse day by day after he became his master.

Dress him in sackcloth, put on a mask and throw him into the mountains. Within ten days, he will definitely become a qualified bandit leader!

Lao Lu definitely contributed a lot to Yang Ming's temper. The first-class meritorious one was Lao Lu, and the second-class meritorious one must be the donkey!

Donkey completely learned the West Desert blacksmith's drunken and brawling aura, and passed on this aura to Yang Ming extremely well.

Yang Ming is now a new generation who combines Lao Lu's foul mouth with the arrogance of a donkey!

This damn thing actually acted like a fool in front of the prince. Isn't this a case of chopping a tiger with a kitchen knife and seeking death?

"Yang Shaoxia's mouth is not very clean."

The prince is naturally well-educated. After all, a person who has lived for more than fifty years will not be as knowledgeable as a bastard boy.

"Since Yang Shaoxia and Xiao Wenwen have a dispute about this dish, why not let me try it?"

"Prince, do you want to try some food?"

A young eunuch behind the prince asked softly. After the prince responded, the young eunuch immediately ordered the people behind him to open up the scene.

Naturally, the prince could not taste food as casually as Xiao Jie, otherwise the dozen or so eunuchs following behind him would have been in vain.

The square table must be made of sandalwood! There must be a fine linen tablecloth on the table, otherwise the prince will not sit on the table.

This chair must be made of mahogany, and the mahogany chair must be padded with light and soft cotton cushions.

Tea cup, the prince always brings his own tea cup when drinking tea. The jade cup carved from impure jade can be used to drink tea to show his identity.

The dinner plate must also be a special white jade plate. Why? Because the dishes presented on the white jade plate are beautiful!

Seeing the busy arrangement of these eunuchs, Hu Yue and Lin Ruo could only stand aside in confusion.

This imperial family really has a lot of rules.

Speaking of which, this was the first time for Lin Ruo to meet the eldest prince. In terms of seniority, this eldest prince should be his uncle.

After all, Lin Ruo's mother and the eldest prince were half-brothers and sisters.

Although she was still somewhat of a relative, Lin Ruo didn't want to get involved in the royal family's messy affairs.

What's more, this prince and his grandfather Lin Luan have a master-disciple relationship, which makes Lin Ruo not want to interact with him.

"Did I miss something?"

Mo Lin, who had settled the carriage and luggage, had just arrived on the second floor and stood beside Hu Yue and asked.

"Yang Ming beat up a pretty boy."

Hu Yue's explanation made Mo Lin helpless.

"This...can't he not cause trouble?"

At this time, Mo Lin could already imagine the scene when Lao Lu would come here soon.

I guess I won't be able to stop this day.

Zuiwengshan was bustling with activity, but Lu Cheng and Tang Keke, who had gone to report their work, were not so happy.

After Zhang Laosi entered the Cloud Palace with them, Mr. Donkey was kicked off the carriage.

Although he was very unhappy, Mr. Lu did not follow them into the Cloud Palace after all.

After all, Lu Cheng, Tang Ke, and Zhang Laosi all have tokens on their bodies, and Mr. Donkey has nothing but a pair of white teeth.

So I could only walk down the street in despair.

"Fuck him. If that's the case, why don't you put me in the restaurant first and then take me to Yun Palace? I really don't think Uncle Donkey is tired from walking!"

"That bastard Tang Ke is acting bad. Damn Lu Cheng doesn't know what happened today. He didn't even fart!"

"Barro, a mere gangster who has just become a god, can silence the boy Lu Cheng until he can't speak. What nonsense, Master Lu, I think he is a coward!"

"Isn't it just that you have a grudge? If you have a grudge, take revenge! There are so many messy thoughts, human beings, that's bullshit!"

Mr. Donkey cursed and cursed all the way, attracting many people to watch.

People walking around and swearing are common, but donkeys walking around and swearing are really rare.

As more and more people watched, Mr. Lu also felt very depressed, and a huge momentum burst out from Mr. Lu.

Once this momentum broke out, the onlookers did not dare to watch anymore.

Emotional Donkey is a master who is not easy to mess with, so passers-by who are looking at him will definitely not be unhappy.

In Yunjing, whether it is an official city or a private city, if you dare to burst out your true energy above the concentration level, you will be suppressed by the magic circle within two breaths.

Mr. Donkey is not a fool, he just needs to show some momentum to scare these meddlesome people.

If it were really full of energy, I'm afraid it would have to be sent to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment and dealt with.

Although those who are strong in the realm of gods will not be severely criticized, a punishment is definitely unavoidable.

"Damn it, Zuiwengshan is so hard to find. Isn't it just on this street? Why can't I see the plaque at all?"

Mr. Lu walked around this street several times before he discovered that people were looking in front of a shop. When Mr. Lu got closer, he saw that this place was Zuiweng Mountain.

When Lord Donkey finally squeezed through the crowd, he saw a group of guards guarding the door.

"It's weird. Isn't Zuiwengshan a restaurant? Why are there still guards guarding it?"

"Oh my god, the talking donkey! What kind of monster is this!"

I don't know who said something from the crowd. When everyone saw the talking donkey, they hurriedly shouted "monster" and dispersed.

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In just a few breaths, the only person watching the excitement in front of Zuiweng Mountain was Mr. Donkey himself.

"Hey, let me tell you, I'm here to see Shopkeeper Wan, can you let me in?"

The donkey turned its long ears and got close to the guard. Seeing the donkey speaking human words, the guard also swallowed his saliva.

"You... please come in."

His guard is not stupid either. Since this donkey can walk in the city, it must have been inspected by the city gate officers.

What's more, although this donkey's mouthful of human words is scary, there is a magical formation that suppresses the true energy in the official city, and strong men above the concentration level cannot take action at all.

After thinking about it for a while, the guard decided to let the donkey go.

"Yang Ming! Where are you little brat!"

Mr. Donkey's voice reached the second floor. At this time, Yang Ming had just presented a piece of sugar-frosted pork to the prince. After finishing one piece, the prefect savored it carefully.

After taking a sip of tea, I exhaled a long breath.

"This sugar-frosted pork is indeed beyond the traditional tea snacks in the palace."

The prince's words made Yang Ming very satisfied.

Finally, someone with the ability to taste has arrived.

"Xiao Wenshu, you have to admit that this Young Master Yang's cooking skills are worthy of the title of the Nine Master Chefs. This matter..."

The prince tapped the table gently with his finger and thought for a moment.

"Young Master Yang, for my sake, how about you don't embarrass Xiao Wenshu this time?"

Yang Ming thought about it and realized that the prince had given him enough face, otherwise he would have had to beat this damn Xiao Jie up again based on his temperament.

"But, I do have something that I would like Young Master Yang to help me with."

When Yang Ming heard this, he realized that it was not that simple.

"Since Yang Shaoxia's cooking skills are so outstanding, I hope to honor you and become my royal chef."

The prince's words surprised everyone present. Although Yang Ming's cooking skills are indeed good, is this really worth the prince's wooing?

Xiao Jie didn't understand, and neither did Shopkeeper Wan.

Among those present, the prince was the only one who could see the situation clearly.

Speaking of which, Yang Ming's skills were not as solid as those of the old chef kings, but his whimsical ideas were what the prince valued most.

He is so creative at such a young age, and judging from his physique, he is also a good athlete.

The young man who defeated Tang Xin in the Tianhengshan Hall Examination was also the ninth chef king supported by Beigan Chao King Zuo Gongquan.

There must be extremely huge energy behind Yang Ming, and this energy will be a boost to the prince!

As for the prince, he naturally fell in love with this energy.

Xiao Jie couldn't see it because he was narrow-minded and didn't understand the overall situation.

Shopkeeper Wan couldn't tell because he didn't care about worldly affairs and focused solely on the management of Zuiwengshan.

If there is anyone here who can see the overall situation as well as the prince, it is Lin Ruo.

Lin Ruoke knew exactly what her nominal uncle was thinking.

He is just trying to win over the princelings.

There are countless partisan disputes hidden in Yunjing, and the most obvious and prominent one is the battle between the crown prince and the second prince.

Behind the prince stood various officials from Zhongshu Province headed by the Taishi.

Behind the second prince stood many bachelors from the castle tower.

The third prince who was far away in Yongzhou Mansion was on good terms with the generals of Zhongzhou Mu.

Therefore, the power dispute between the princes is not only the biggest battle on the surface, but also the most important battle.

If the Qing Emperor does not come out, the princes will fight for supremacy, and they will fight to see who has the stronger power behind them.

Lin Ruo despised this kind of fight, but could not help but affirm his role.

In this kind of struggle, the three giants of the empire can develop together and compete with each other. Even if they have their own evil intentions, it is not a bad thing for the empire.

"How come someone actually poaches our Mr. Donkey? Even if you are the prince, we can't agree!"

The voice of Mr. Donkey came from behind everyone. This man came to the second floor at some unknown time, bared his big teeth and said to the prince:

"Hey, don't think blindly, this kid is mine. Even if your Li family royal family wants to invite him, it's totally out of my control!"

"After all, Mr. Donkey is half of his master. Don't have any twisted thoughts about him!"
Chapter completed!