Seeing the old imperial chef biting the cucumber hard, Chu Qiao really wished that the cucumber was a hard stone and would have broken his teeth. Unfortunately, he was enjoying the food very much.
But the old imperial chef is right about one thing. This is the palace, not a street restaurant or teahouse. There is no chance to do it over again. You can’t make a mistake even if you make a mistake. If you make a mistake, you will be doomed.
Although Chu Qiao was angry, she could no longer step forward stubbornly. She was gambling with her own life, and she couldn't afford to lose.
"You're helping me like this? There won't be any conditions. Tell me, what do you want?" Chu Qiao said bluntly.
"There is no free cucumber in the world. I spent a lot of effort to steal this cucumber. What a pity, you haven't eaten it yet?" The old imperial chef was a little crazy again.
"I'm not in the mood to eat cucumbers. Just tell me. I don't have money, and I can't give you my life. Don't even think about dignity. As for other things, you can consider them as appropriate."
Feng Chuqiao said a lot, as long as it was within the scope of what she could bear, she could consider it.
"I help you, so I need something in return. I don't want to be a good person and waste my time and energy." The old chef laughed, as if he was tired of eating the cucumber, so he threw it aside and walked to Chu Qiao with his eyes narrowed.
He looked at her carefully.
"You look like this, and you're confusing the emperor that he has enough time being a concubine, why must he become an imperial cook? If you don't tell me, I still have to think about it?"
"I'm not interested in the emperor." Chu Qiao didn't come to the palace to seduce the emperor. As soon as her uncle's matter was cleared up, she would return to Qingzhou and never come to this ghost place like Kyoto in her life.
The old chef was even more surprised after hearing this.
"Which palace maid doesn't want to be like a dragon and a phoenix, and you will be an exception?"
"Just think that I am stupid and stupid. Tell me, what do you want in return?" Chu Qiao really didn't like the old chef's detours. She even said more confidently that he was very cunning and had been testing Chu Qiao all along.
, including giving her half a copy of the palace meal, all to see if she was greedy, if there was a gap or something.
Fortunately, Chu Qiao's purpose in coming to the palace was simple, otherwise even if the old chef had beaten him to death, Chu Qiao would not have known the fact that he was pretending to be crazy.
"Get close to Eunuch Lan and make him trust you." The old chef stated his request.
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment. This request was really strange. Why must she gain Eunuch Lan's trust?
"You don't want me to avenge you for eating shit, do you?"
"Who asked you to talk about eating shit?"
The old chef's face immediately dropped, his expression was a little embarrassed. What happened yesterday was really embarrassing. It was disgusting that this stinky girl thought of this all of a sudden.
Chu Qiao scratched her hair and couldn't think of anything. If it wasn't for that resentment, what would the old chef think of Eunuch Lan?
"So you want to steal his things?" Chu Qiao asked again.
As long as he didn't mention eating shit, the old chef's face softened a little.
"Don't worry about what my purpose is? You must promise me this."
"I'll try my best. You know, that Eunuch Lan is very treacherous and doesn't trust others easily. Besides, his impression of me is not very good either." Chu Qiao thought of the way Eunuch Lan looked at her at the cooking competition.
It was very strange, and it still made her feel uncomfortable.
"I believe that with your intelligence and fickleness, you can definitely do it. If you can't do it, I won't let you go. I will take back everything I taught you. Do you understand? Girl!"
The old imperial cook wasn't pretending to be crazy, and he didn't call her the emperor. He was calling her a girl at the same time, and she was really happy.
"Okay, okay, I promise you, this will be okay." Chu Qiao nodded in agreement.
The old chef nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the basket of cucumbers, and then pointed to a kitchen knife.
"Cut this basket of cucumbers into slices, the thinner the better, but also into chunks. Once you're done, go back to bed, but... you can't leave until you finish cutting them. And... don't say I didn't remind you, this knife
I've sharpened it, it's very sharp, so I cut my hand carefully."
"At this time, you want me to cut cucumbers?"
Chu Qiao thought she had heard wrong. There were so many cucumbers, and they were cut into thin slices, and it didn’t take until dawn.
"Cut it, cut it. If you don't even know how to cut vegetables, how can you be a royal chef?"
As the old chef spoke, he yawned, fell down on the bed, faced the cucumber basket and closed his eyes.
Chu Qiao looked at the kitchen knife, then at the cucumber, and asked the old chef in a low voice, was he joking? Can't you cut it tomorrow?
"No, I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow. If you work harder, maybe you can still sleep when you get back." After saying that, the old chef yawned again, as if he was really going to sleep.
"Old monster, just cut it, isn't it just a basket of cucumbers?"
Chu Qiao rolled up her sleeves, picked up a cucumber, and placed it on the case. Just as she was about to cut it, she heard the voice of the old chef.
"The knife is tilted..."
This shout was very sudden and loud, which startled Chu Qiao.
Is this guy asleep or awake? She turned around secretly and found that the old chef still had his eyes closed and had not opened them at all. How did he see her perform the knife?
"Cut quickly!" the old imperial chef ordered loudly.
What a madman. Chu Qiao tilted the kitchen knife as he said. As a result, the old chef was always dissatisfied. If it was a little more crooked, the posture of holding the knife was ugly. She had to be light, steady, etc. He just corrected her gesture of holding the knife.
, I struggled for a while and couldn’t even cut a piece of cucumber.
"Okay, let's start slicing, make it thin and fast! Don't lift the knife too high, otherwise you won't have to use your fingers." After the old chef finished his lesson, he smiled proudly and looked like he was scolding Chu Qiao.
Looking very happy.
Chu Qiao pursed her lips, endured it again and again, then cut the cucumber slices with the knife.
But how could Chu Qiao know that there is so much knowledge in cutting a broken cucumber slice?
"It's thicker, it's thicker, it's still thicker! You're a good-looking person, but why are your hands dumber than your feet?" The old imperial chef was nagging at the side. When he got anxious, he would call him a fool.
"Isn't this thin? It's the thinnest cucumber slice I've ever seen." Chu Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, it was already very thin, and the old chef refused to let it go. How could it be cut like this? He couldn't have done it on purpose, right?
Finally, the old chef couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped up from the bed, grabbed the knife and the cucumber, cut it directly, then picked up a cucumber slice and dangled it under Chu Qiao's eyes.
"It has to be cut like this."
"So thin?"
Chu Qiao's eyes widened. She felt that the cucumber slices cut by the old imperial chef were as thin as wings and smooth and flawless. She was very surprised. Just now, she thought he was just picking on the bones of the chicken. Now she was in awe of him. He was really good at cutting.