The imperial chefs in the palace are not just famous, nor can anyone learn it in a night or two. The old imperial chef asked Chu Qiao to practice like this. It was really helpless. It would take others three years, but this girl only had a few months, or less.
, she needs to pay more than others.
"Keep cutting, stupid girl." The old chef flicked the cucumber slices with his fingers, and they just hit Chu Qiao's face. The cucumber slices were extremely thin and they stuck to her face at once.
Chu Qiao took the cucumber slices out of embarrassment and made up her mind to cut them like this. She couldn't let this old guy always call her a fool.
Chu Qiao lowered her head and started cutting seriously. The old chef's disdainful expression disappeared after turning around. In fact, the girl had already cut it very well, but he wanted her to do better.
Perhaps because of the effort, the knife in Chu Qiao's hand became faster and faster, and the cucumber slices became thinner and thinner.
The big man stood shivering in the cold wind for a long time without seeing Chu Qiao coming out. He couldn't bear it anymore and ran into the room. When he saw Chu Qiao waving the kitchen knife, he didn't know whether his uncle was crazy or whether it was Chu Qiao.
Crazy.
"All crazy."
The big guy was really sleepy, so he curled up at the door and fell asleep.
The old chef sighed softly, picked up a quilt and covered the big man, then squatted beside his nephew and stared at it for a long time.
"I thought you didn't care about him anymore." Chu Qiao whispered.
For so many years, the big man has been a water-carrying eunuch, working hard and being scolded. The old imperial chef has excellent skills, why not teach his skills to his nephew? Speaking of which, the big man really cares about this uncle.
Very good, take care of him no matter what, can’t the old chef understand it? Is there another reason?
"This child doesn't have enough brains. If he climbs up by himself, he will fall down easily. His life may be lost by then. It's better to carry water peacefully. If I'm no longer here in the future, you can help me take good care of him. I'll be a ghost.
I will also thank you." The old chef said softly.
"I will take care of him, but if you become a ghost, don't come to thank me."
Chu Qiao rolled her eyes at the old chef. No matter how she heard what he said, she felt that it was not normal. He was probably pretending to be crazy and a bit silly.
I don't know if it was because of her eagerness to go back to bed early, but Chu Qiao felt her knife skills improve by leaps and bounds when she cut the knife. She could cut cucumbers with ease. The old imperial chef looked at her behind her and kept nodding. This girl is really smart and has good hands.
Cleverly, he indeed chose the right person, but...
The old imperial chef frowned. Why was there an indescribable wildness in this girl's body, and even some audacity? It seemed that there was different blood flowing in her bones.
"Okay, the last cucumber is cut!"
Chu Qiao picked up a cucumber slice, dangled it in front of the stunned old chef, and smiled proudly. This cucumber fully satisfied his requirement for "thinness".
"You are such a proud girl, why don't you bring a big guy back? Be careful of being seen." The old chef took a look at the sky and saw that it was still late at night. The girl had finished the work ahead of schedule, and she was convinced that he had no objections.
"Haha, I'm leaving."
Chu Qiao threw down the cucumber slices, walked over in a few steps, and gently patted the big guy's face. The guy persisted for a moment, snorted, changed his position and continued to sleep, and then patted his face again without even moving.
Too lazy to move.
"Sleep here until dawn, and you'll be dead if you don't get up!"
Chu Qiao grabbed the big guy's ears and lifted them up. The big guy let out a strange cry and was about to lose his temper. When he saw Qiao's face clearly, he laughed.
Just as Chu Qiao walked out of the room carrying the big man, the voice of the old chef rang behind her.
"Actually, the Mongolian people's diet is very simple, mainly milk and meat. It would be better to study more about the spices of the grasslands than anything else."
After hearing these words, Chu Qiao stopped and turned back to stare at the broken door with a frown. The old imperial chef was so well-informed that he actually knew that the Mongolian people were coming. These words were a reminder to her how to pay attention to Mongolian food.
of.
Chu Qiao was no stranger to grassland spices. She could even recite the names and characteristics of these spices, but she didn't know that these spices were related to Mongolian meals. It seemed that if she wanted to stand out in this state banquet, grassland spices would be a breakthrough.
"My uncle is crazy again." The big man yawned, shrank his shoulders, and walked into the night.
Chu Qiao followed him, thinking as she walked. When she returned to her residence, she smelled cucumbers all over her body. She shook her clothes, opened the door carefully, and looked into the room.
, found that Lianyun was not in bed?
Huh? Where has this person gone?
Just when Chu Qiao felt strange, she heard a small voice coming from inside, and then the candle light flickered, and someone came out. She quickly stepped back, then retreated to the door, holding her breath and hiding in the corner.
Then the door opened, and Lianyun's head popped out. He glanced outside several times before retracting his head.
Chu Qiao pursed her lips, looked at the door, and frowned unconsciously. What was Lianyun doing? He stayed up so late at night and went to the inner room to look for something? He must be so cautious and shady.
thing.
Chu Qiao waited outside the door for a while. When she heard that there was no sound inside, she gently opened the door.
After entering the door, Chu Qiao yawned and pretended to be embarrassed and unhappy.
"I'm so sleepy. I'm not allowed to sleep in the middle of the night. It's really annoying."
After she finished mumbling, she turned to look at Lianyun's bed. Lianyun was already lying down and seemed to be asleep, but Chu Qiao knew very well in her heart that Lianyun was still awake, just pretending to sleep, and there was still something in the air.
There is a faint smell of candle oil.
"Ah sneeze!"
This time it was not intentional, Chu Qiao sneezed hard, it was a bit cold outside, she caught a cold, she rubbed her nose, then Chu Qiao went into the inner room with her shoulders in her arms.
After entering the room, Chu Qiao did not light the candle, but rolled directly onto the bed. She did not want to know what Lianyun was looking for in the room, because there were no secrets here, and even if the woman turned the place upside down, she would not find it.
If nothing happened, she would have destroyed Lan Hui's note long ago.
Lying down, Chu Qiao couldn't fall asleep. This time she bumped into Lianyun entering her room in the middle of the night, which made her have to suspect that the drop of candle oil in front of the bed that day was also left by Lianyun.
A woman who looks simple but is complicated, who sent her? Chu Qiao thought of Concubine Jin Hui alertly, could this be the second Lan Hui?
Thinking of this, Chu Qiao's heart skipped a beat. If this was really the case, this Concubine Jin Hui was too insidious.