After Lan Hui said this, she once again showed her aloofness, turned around gracefully, and went to fiddle with the incense burner.
Chu Qiao pursed her lips, not wanting to argue with Lan Hui over this. This palace daughter was extremely proud with the support of Concubine Jin Hui.
But what did Liu Zhang mean? Every time he met her, that guy was cold and cold. Why did he suddenly kindly send a woman's cotton-padded jacket?
After grabbing the bundle, Chu Qiao returned to the outside room and sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the cotton-padded jacket tightly with her fingers. Just as Lan Hui said, the material of this cotton-padded jacket is indeed good, soft and smooth, and must be the best silk.
It cost a lot of money to get it. Liu Zhang and himself were ruthless for no reason. Is it necessary to spend so much money?
Really unable to figure it out, Chu Qiao had to put away her cotton-padded clothes and make sure to ask Liu Zhang clearly when she saw him.
As soon as I put away my cotton-padded clothes, a small sound came from outside the window.
"Sister Chunxiang..."
It was a big guy. It turned out that it was getting dark and he was going to take her to find his uncle.
He hurriedly walked to the door, and before he could even lift his foot to go out, Lan Hui's voice rang again.
"It's so late, where are you going?"
"Don't you think the smell of this door is wrong? I'm going to go out and get some fresh air."
Chu Qiao just said this and walked out without stopping. Inside the door, you could still hear the sound of Lan Hui throwing things because she was angry.
Outside the door, a big man stood tremblingly holding a small basket. When he saw Chu Qiao coming out, he shrank his neck, glanced around a few times, then carefully turned around and walked out. Chu Qiao
Then he followed.
Following the big man, they turned east and west, getting more and more remote, until a hut with dim yellow light appeared in front of Chu Qiao, and the big man said, here we are.
This was the residence of the Red Imperial Chef? It seems that the death of the late emperor made him really forgotten.
As we got closer and closer, we could vaguely hear the crazy voice of a man coming from the hut.
"Your Majesty, this is the steamed duck with bird's nest that my servant personally made for you."
"Your Majesty, I have cooked this Dongpo pork for a long time. It is so tender."
"Your Majesty, I'm tired of eating these. I'll make some fresh ones for you. I've thought of another one, one...what's that? Where's my recipe? Where's the recipe I wrote? Mr. Wang, you stole my recipe.
, I’m going to kill you! Look at the knife!”
While he was talking, a gray-haired old man rushed out of the house. His clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, his face was bruised and white, stained with flour, his eyes were shining fiercely, and he was holding a
It's not a knife, but a...shoe?
"Is this your uncle?" Chu Qiao subconsciously dodged and let the big man block her. Although his uncle was holding a shoe, it would still hurt if he threw it.
"My uncle, haha."
The big man smiled stupidly, walked up to him quickly, and grabbed the old man.
"Master Chef, it's time to eat."
"Dinner? Yes, it's time to have a meal." The old man suddenly put down his shoes, turned around and walked back. As he walked, he said: "I made another delicious dish for the emperor today, called shredded pork and shancai.
This shredded meat..."
Then he muttered, and what he said could not be heard clearly.
Chu Qiao then followed in. The moment she raised her eyes, her heart was shocked. She couldn't imagine that this sloppy old man was such a famous imperial chef back then.