The steward of the small kitchen of the Prince Regent's Palace cried and hugged the chief steward's thigh, "Brother Liu, Brother Liu, please save us, please save us."
"My lord, I don't know what evil has possessed him. He has been clamoring for wontons all day today. Our small kitchen has made twenty-eight kinds of wontons, but none of them suits the prince's taste. Wow, wow, wow, wow."
Liu Ren, the head steward, twitched his eyes, stretched out his hand to help the kitchen steward, and smiled at him, "Don't worry, the prince only twitches from time to time. I think he'll be fine tomorrow."
"Maybe I'll change the flavor by then. Instead of eating wontons, I'll eat noodles instead."
Manager Li in the kitchen was confused: Noodles? Could the noodles be better? What if the prince still couldn't find the right texture after eating twenty-eight bowls of noodles? What should they do?
"Brother Liu, do you think this matter has something to do with the fourth girl of the Jiang family?"
Last time in the middle of the night, while he was hugging his wife while they were on the hot bed, the prince sent someone to kick open the door and bring out a table of noodles. Thinking about it at this time, he still felt confused.
After much deliberation, I realized that the reason why the prince was so abnormal was probably related to the fourth girl from the Jiang family.
Manager Li wants to cry. The cooks and women under him have been crying all day...
"Steward Li! Steward Li! Steward Li!"
"Brother Liu, Huang Dou called me again! Brother Liu, please help me, help me, help me! If this continues, the prince will drive us crazy."
Liu Ren kept trying to pull down Manager Li, who was hanging on his legs, and twitched the corners of his mouth and said repeatedly, "Old Li, please be patient when the prince is in a bad mood. Ah, thank you for your hard work."
"Manager Li, why are you here??" Huang Dou came forward with two guards and waved his hands heavily.
The two guards drooped their eyes and dragged Manager Li up with speechless expressions, dragging him towards the kitchen as if mopping the floor.
"The prince said that the taste of this bowl is too bland and he needs to change it! He also said that if your cooks can't make the same taste as the wonton stall, I will send you there tomorrow to learn."
Manager Li shouted for help...
Liu Ren wiped his sweat, and when he turned around, he saw his prince standing behind him like a ghost, with two frozen glass-colored eyes looking at him.
Manager Liu's legs went weak and he fell to his knees, "Old slave, please see the prince."
Shen Yi drifted past him without saying anything.
Liu Ren felt chilled all over.
He really wanted to shout: Uncle, what do you want to do? You say it, you say it, we will do it after you say it!
Just try so hard to toss the people in the house, and you won't even know what you want to do!
Shen Yi floated back to the study, ordered someone to wipe the desk in front of him, pretended to flip through the books for a while, then suddenly dropped the book with a "pop" and asked with a cold face, "Where is the person?"
Wuying climbed through the window resignedly, with a hopeless expression on his face.
"Send someone over to ask Mr. Jiang when he will send Jiang Xiaosi to school." Shen Yi said with a sullen face, "I have already informed the dean. It is not good to send him off too late."
Wuying twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I will find someone to talk to you now."
"Come back." Shen Yi pushed the tea in front of him, "Go and get a cup of tea, it's too salty! Ask for something lighter."
Wuying:……
"Oh, let the small kitchen send two cooks to the wonton stall tomorrow to learn their skills. What they make is not as delicious as others."
Wuying:……
The owner of the wonton stall is afraid she will go crazy...