"My uncle never sleeps during the day, but rarely sleeps at night. He has been crazy for a long time and spends more time making trouble than sleeping."
As the big man spoke, he carefully opened the door. What surprised them was that the old imperial chef was actually sleeping, with his head facing inward, lying motionless on the bed.
"uncle?"
The big man yelled softly, but the old chef didn't respond.
He frowned and shouted again, but the old chef still didn't make a sound. Now the big man was anxious. Although his uncle was crazy and very troublesome, he was his only support in the palace. If his uncle died...he
But what to do?
When he thought of this, the big man immediately howled loudly.
"Uncle, please don't die!"
With a cry, the big man rushed forward. Before he could cry a second time, the old chef turned over and slapped him on the head.
"You damn boy, are you expecting me to die?"
"Uncle?" The big man rubbed his eyes. Seeing that his uncle was safe and sound, he immediately stopped crying and laughed.
"Go to sleep, they all come to disturb me..."
The old chef yawned. He seemed to be in a bad state of mind, but he looked normal. How could he be angry? He got out of bed, walked a few steps, and suddenly looked at Chu Qiao.
"Your Majesty, when did you come?"
He actually called her the emperor again.
Chu Qiao thought he had returned to normal, but after hearing what he said, she felt discouraged again. She wondered if he could remember how to make "Yujin Ma Fragrant Eel" later.
Seeing that his uncle was fine, the big man scratched his hair and told Chu Qiao to ask if she had anything, and he went out to watch the wind.
The big man went out, and as soon as the door was closed, the old chef's eyes stared straight at Chu Qiao, making her feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. The old man was a little strange today.
After a long time, Chu Qiao stammered and spoke.
"I want to ask, where is the second half of your book?"
"Book?"
The old imperial chef was stunned for a moment, then suddenly hissed: "You can't say, you can't say that book, someone wants to steal it."
"Okay, I won't say it, I won't say it."
Chu Qiao nodded obediently, but felt very embarrassed in her heart. Did she still need to steal his book? He had already generously given it to her that day, so what else was she afraid of being stolen? What a crazy old man, what had he done?
Son, I don’t remember anything after what I said.
"Your Majesty, what this slave said is true. You can't say it because you will be beheaded."
The old imperial chef wiped it on his neck, his expression was very serious, and his decapitation movements were also standard.
Out of nowhere, Chu Qiao shivered, as if a knife had been placed on her neck. It seemed that she had to hide this book well after returning. No matter whether the crazy words of the old chef were true or false, she felt
This book is not simple, and the missing second half may hide some secrets.
Of course, these are not important. What is important is how to make Jinma fragrant eel? This is what Chu Qiao cares about the most.
After the old chef finished speaking, he frowned, as if he felt uncomfortable somewhere. He sat on the edge of the bed, as if he was about to lie down and sleep again.
"Your Majesty, I'm sleepy. I want to sleep." After saying that, he turned over and got into bed, as if he really wanted to sleep.
"Wait, I, I, I have something to ask you."
In order to attract the interest of the old imperial chef, Chu Qiao directly took a shoe from the wall and held it in her hand. She pretended to cut it a few times on the table and asked in a low voice: "Cooking, making eel, Jinma fragrant eel, you
Will it?"
"Your Majesty, you just ask questions. What are you doing with a shoe? Aren't you crazy?"
The old chef stared at the shoes in Chu Qiao's hand, looking puzzled.
Huh? Did he recognize these shoes?
Chu Qiao's hand loosened and her shoes fell to the ground. She cursed secretly in her heart. Is this old guy really crazy or is he just pretending to be crazy? Now he doesn't think his shoes are a kitchen knife?
Just after Chu Qiao threw away her shoes, the old chef turned over and started rummaging for something on the bed.
"Haha, Your Majesty, you see clearly, this is the kitchen knife!"
After saying that, he changed his hand and suddenly there was a bright kitchen knife in his hand.
Chu Qiao screamed in fright and jumped out.
"You, you, what are you going to do?" Her face changed. Why did this guy hide a real kitchen knife on the bed? Isn't he sick? In other words, he is really sick or crazy.
"Knife? Your Majesty, aren't you chopping vegetables?" The old chef held the knife and laughed. This smile made Chu Qiao feel even more numb in her spine and unsure of herself.
"You, please put it down first, I, I, am afraid."
"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty. I will prepare delicious food for you." After saying that, he picked up the shoes on the ground and put them on the table. He picked up the kitchen knife and chopped them: "I will prepare fish for you."
As soon as she heard that the old imperial chef was going to cook, Chu Qiao suddenly had an idea. She took a deep breath, took a few steps closer, thought about it, stepped back, and said loudly.
"I don't want to eat this fish, I want to eat eel, Yu Jin Ma Xiang eel, cook it for me right away!"
After speaking, Chu Qiao puffed up her chest and looked serious.
"As ordered, let's make Jin Ma Fragrant Eel. Your Majesty, this is the dish that this slave is the best at. Your Majesty, please wait for two minutes for me. I will come as soon as I leave..." The old chef didn't know where he was going. He turned around and got into the back room with a kitchen knife. He disappeared.
The shadow.
What is this old madman doing in the back?
Chu Qiao stretched her neck and took a look. It was dark behind. It should be a dilapidated warehouse. What could be inside, it was probably some rags. How could he teach her how to cook when he went in?
Chu Qiao waited patiently for a while, but still didn't see the old chef coming out, so she felt curious.
"What are you doing? I want to save lives, and I can't waste my time with you."
Chu Qiao took a step forward and cautiously walked towards the back, but before she could even poke her head in, a bright kitchen knife came out.
"ah!"
Chu Qiao screamed and dodged. She tripped and fell to the ground. She couldn't breathe for a long time.
"Your Majesty, how can you come to such a dirty place?"
The sharp kitchen knife was put away, and the old imperial chef's face was revealed. Then he strode out from inside, holding the kitchen knife in one hand and a bucket in the other. The bucket was gurgling as if it was filled with clean water.
Chu Qiao shrank in embarrassment, with cold sweat all over her head and body. If she hadn't dodged it in time, the knife would have split her in half.
This man is indeed crazy. The kitchen knife is very dangerous in his hands. You must be more careful.
The old chef put down the bucket, stretched out his hand to grab it, and after a while, he actually caught an eel. Unexpectedly, there was an eel in the bucket he took out?