Bai Ze followed me curiously, wanting to see how I cooked. I picked a few vegetarian dishes that I knew, washed and cut them skillfully, and then asked the maids to help me light the stove fire. Then I poured in the oil.
Put in the pot and stir-fry.
There was not much time, and two plates of stir-fry were ready. Bai Ze looked at me with admiration, "Xiao Ran, your literary talent is amazing. I never thought that even your cooking skills would not be a problem for you."
"Haha, let's try it first before talking." I brought out the dish, and Bai Ze immediately grabbed his chopsticks and took a bite, then praised with satisfaction, "Well, the taste is moderate and the aftertaste is long. It really leaves a lingering fragrance in your mouth and teeth after eating it."
"As long as you like it," the chef's greatest gratification is the praise of the guests.
Bai Ze didn't say much, and proved with practical actions that I am the most successful chef. Looking at the bottom two dishes, I was a little surprised.
"Xiao Ran, I will eat your cooking tomorrow." Bai Ze's eyes sparkled, and the simple taste made him feel like home, warm and comfortable.
"No problem," I agreed with a smile, "I'll eat it until you get tired of it." At that time, I should return to the General's Mansion.
A faint smile appeared on his lips, "That may take a long time."
The room I lived in was very close to Baize, so it was convenient for him to talk poetry with me. After a tiring day, and being fat and prone to sweating, my body was already soaked with sweat. Seeing that Baize had returned to his room, I secretly
I called the maid and asked her to prepare bath water for me.
Soaking in the comfortable hot water, all the fatigue was relieved. I touched my chubby waist and found that it was no longer as scary as when I first crossed over. At least it was divided into two layers now. Fortunately, my breasts were quite good.
However, I was wrapped in several meters of white cloth! As for my thighs, they have obviously lost weight, thanks to my frequent practice of Taekwondo.
Just when I was feeling complacent, there was a knock on the door, "Xiao Ran, have you gone to bed?"
Bai Ze? Damn it, if I am exposed as a copycat, deceiving the prince will also be a capital crime. I just sat in the barrel and didn't move.
Gradually, footsteps sounded, and Bai Ze returned to his room again.
I finally took a breath and my whole body went limp. Now I finally realized how hard it is for people in the underground party. Those with poor mental endurance will never be able to do that job.
The next day, Bai Ze originally planned to take me to the largest bookstore in the city, but unexpectedly, an unexpected guest came. Bai Ze no longer felt relaxed and comfortable when he was with me, but looked at me with a cold and indifferent look.
The person is just like how I felt when I first met him. She is an extremely delicate and graceful girl, with all kinds of exquisiteness all over her body.
"Lingyun? Did the Prime Minister ask you to come?"
"It's not daddy anymore," Lingyun pouted her bright red lips and said coquettishly, "It's Lingyun who happened to be passing by Beicheng, so she came to see you."
I can guarantee that she must not have pure intentions towards Bai Ze!
"How many days do you plan to stay?" Bai Ze had a slight smile on his lips, but I just saw his perfunctory attitude.
Lingyun looked at him carefully, "I want to stay a few more days."
"Well, you can wander around on your own." Bai Ze completely ignored the expectation in Lingyun's eyes. I suspected that he said this on purpose. Alas, it's just like falling flowers and flowing water.
"Oh." Lingyun flattened her mouth like a little daughter-in-law, and before leaving, her beautiful eyes showed some sadness.
After she walked away, I said with a smile, "Bai Ze, why are you so cold to this beautiful woman?" I couldn't bear it anymore.
"Lingyun often comes to the palace to play, she can be considered my sister." Bai Ze just chuckled and didn't care. "Let's go to the bookstore."
"Well, let's go see the Golden House." Frankly speaking, I have no interest in bookstores at all. The so-called literary talent is obtained by stealing other people's classic poems. However, in front of him, I dare not say it directly. I can only continue to pretend to be a literary young man.