Zhao Ying stared at Li Sheng for a moment and sneered. The people under her hands were becoming more and more arrogant.
Do you keep your subordinates who can’t even take the initiative to flatter you for the New Year? Sell it out!
He ate all the wontons and even the soup was 60 or 70% full, but he was still a little unwilling to accept it. However, even the lights in Gu Xiang's kitchen were turned off. He couldn't help but raise his elbow and gently press Li Sheng. But in the end he still felt that it was too shameful to let his subordinates go to the kitchen to steal food in the middle of the night.
After hesitating for a while, Zhao Ying sighed and turned back to the tent to continue reading.
As busy as today, he can only calm down and read for a while when the night is late.
Unfortunately, the new books published in the "Qianjin Pavilion" bookstore in Beijing have been a bit boring, so he could only barely read them.
Now these public stories are numerous, but they are the same, and they are really meaningless. It is still the novel and wonderful story of Gu Chu.
Li Sheng watched the Duke return and left the camp and went straight to the kitchen. Not far away, he saw Cuilan hurriedly coming from the direction of the barracks, which made him a little strange.
When they go out, they are all current people. In fact, there are not many men and women who are very careful. However, the maids living in the backyard are different. They are nominally maids of the Duke of the State, and they are proud of their status and rarely go out.
Especially Cuilan, because it was given by the old lady, is a slight look up to her indifferently and arrogant. She only thinks that the people outside are all rural bullies and never approach them easily.
Li Sheng just thought casually that the Duke's Mansion had strict rules, so he didn't have the courage to reach out to the backyard, and it was more important to worry about his bad owner's diet.
Cuilan lowered her head and walked into her tent, closed the door, and placed the bag on the head of the bed. She couldn't help but sit and walk around in peace. She was a little panicked when she heard the little girls guarding the door outside chattering.
"I heard from Li Changsu that the Duke of the State wants to bring that Gu Xiaochu back to Beijing."
"What do you know? Wouldn't it be a grievance for such a beautiful little lady to be a cook? When the Duke of the State went to the kitchen, could he really make a stutter? He clearly had a crush on someone and wanted to take a concubine!"
"What should I do if Cuilan is not married yet, so it is not good to have too many people around me. If I take that little chef Gu, there will definitely be no Cuilan!"
"Shh!"
Cuilan gritted her teeth secretly. Even though she knew that these little girls were just gossiping and they didn't know anything, she still felt uncontrollably unhappy.
Yesterday she went to deliver ginseng soup to the Duke, but she was blocked from seeing the people's face. However, the Duke was willing to step on the ground and go to the kitchen door to pick up meals.
Cuilan's eyes were sluggish, and she couldn't help but look up at the bag thrown by the bed. Thinking of the benefits that the man promised, her heart was thrilled.
The man surnamed Gu is the cook. If something happens to happen in the kitchen, she will be the first to be affected. Then, let alone being close to the prince, I am afraid that even the cheap life will not be able to be saved.
Besides, it is not a big deal that kills human life.
Thinking of this, her hesitation gradually turned into pleasure.
The next day, Lao Du slept until the sky shone brightly, got up and walked into the kitchen, sat on the table, and drank a bowl of sticky corn porridge. When he turned around, he saw Afeng and his assistants gathered together at a loss and muttered, not knowing what to do.
"It's almost time to eat. If you don't work quickly, will you all gain weight?"
Lao Du frowned and said.
Afeng and his wife immediately fell silent, their eyes flashed, and they looked left and right, looking guilty.
"Huh?" Old Du raised his eyebrows, "What kind of food is Gu Chu cook today? I really want to hear someone say that it is wontons with shrimp, mushroom flavor?"
Afeng was silent for a while, and smiled bitterly and pointed to the empty basket: "Uh, there."
Lao Du glanced over and didn't understand why: "Only these?"
In the top grate in the basket, there are seven or eight round and chubby little wontons, with the mouth in the middle like petals. It is different from the ordinary at first sight. It has not been cooked yet, and it has become quite appetizing, but——"This is too little, what is enough for? It doesn't eat enough for one person."
Before he finished speaking, Afeng suddenly burped.
Lao Du: "..." He looked down at the baskets carefully, which contained seven or eight layers of grates, which clearly contained a lot of flour. Looking at the marks, the grates seemed to have been filled with small wontons.
Looking at the broth in the jar, there was only one bottom left.
Afeng and several other chefs looked at each other and lowered their heads. Afeng looked around and finally said, "We just wanted to cook a few and taste the flavors, but I didn't expect that we couldn't help it as soon as we ate them, and we came back to our senses..."
"There are only these few left."
Afeng's voice became lower and lower, his face turned slightly red, and he did not forget to defend himself for a while, "Old Du, you don't know. As soon as we ate the wonton this morning, our minds began to be confused, and we refused to stop our mouths, and we couldn't even control it."
Lao Du: “…”
I don’t know what this is, it’s just the word “greedy”.
He sighed, got up, walked over and picked up the basket, counted, and left eight wontons left. He threw them all into the pot and cooked them into a bowl, poured them on the soup, and sat up to sit aside and bury their heads and ate them.
Afon: “…”
"What are you looking at? There are only a few left. If you don't hurry up and eat the traces of destruction, who will we give to those soldiers when they come?"
Everyone nodded.
Seeing Lao Du eating sweetly, Afeng couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He had known that the rest had also been in Lao Du's belly... It would be better for him to eat it.
At this moment, the sticky corn porridge on Zhao Ying's table was delicious and the cakes were very soft, but there were no wontons!!
Zhao Ying slowly raised her head and glanced at Li Sheng.
Li Sheng smiled bitterly, and said like a mosquito and flies: "Don't look at me, I didn't steal food. Today's morning food is all about it."
Zhao Ying:!!?
I ordered a lot of flour and eggs in advance. Chu Gu said that he would prepare to eat wontons for Chaoshi this morning.
He also made up his mind repeatedly. Gu Chu got up before dawn, packed two large baskets of wontons in one breath, and prepared the soup before going back to replenish his sleep.
The stewed soup tastes better than before, it is like a small hook, making people salivate.
Now...what is the wonton?
The civil and military officials were sitting in the camp. Zhao Ying's cold eyebrows and eyes were lowered and his face was not changed. It was impossible for anyone to notice the sourness of his nose at this time. He slowly picked up the bowl and drank the corn porridge bite by bit.
Li Sheng couldn't bear it even when he saw it. He planned to go to the door to pick up the rice as soon as the chef arrived at the kitchen today. As soon as the lunch came out, he would go to pick up the rice immediately.
Thinking of this, Li Sheng took a step closer and whispered: "I heard from Lao Du that Mr. Gu is cooking the marinade, which tastes great. I can't say I can eat it in these two days."
Zhao Ying's aura was soothing with the naked eye and nodded reservedly: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, and you must not relax in your diet."
The sun grows higher and higher, and the weather becomes cooler day by day.
The breeze in the tent was blowing, and Gu Xiang felt a good sleep. The first thing he did when he woke up was to look up at the system interface - the food spots increased...68 o'clock!
“…”
By the way, you should be a group of mature diners. Don’t swallow her delicious food at any time? If this continues, you will lose the chef!
Gu Xiang was really angry this time. If Old Du hadn't said she wanted to split the money today, she would have wanted to take a leave at noon. After all, the knife hanging on her neck had become dull, so she would naturally have the energy.
However, today we have to pay the money, Gu Xiang is the one who has received the most in the Huotou Camp. Ordinary Huotou Camp soldiers get 500 cents, and she gets the same as a decimal. What is really more is the rewards that the noble man has received over the past few days, and they can add up to eight taels.
Chapter completed!