"I'm just asking, why should you care? You are my confidant, upright and loyal. I forgive you and you won't dare to do anything treacherous. Go ahead." It's not unreasonable for King Saibei to ask this, mainly because of Quan
Shao behaves completely different from his identity.
Compared to Nangong Jing, he is more like a man who was cuckolded by his wife.
The people in the small kitchen had been waiting outside early in the morning. Now they were summoned and all came to the room. They all still remembered the content of Qingmeng going to the kitchen to deliver a message for the Crown Princess in the afternoon. If they offended the Crown Princess, they would offend Jing'an and Wu.
They didn't know what was going on in the two houses of Hua, but they didn't dare to disobey the imperial concubine.
"Is the pastry chef who makes sweet-scented osmanthus cake here?"
Among the servants who were kneeling on the ground, a young woman crawled forward, lowered her head, and timidly said, "My slave is here."
"Keep your head up."
The little girl slowly raised her head, with a few tears hanging on her face. She looked extremely scared, and her two thin lips were still trembling. When Banke saw it, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed, "Don't be afraid, just be careful."
Just tell the truth."
The little girl nodded and couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"What's your name?" King Saibei asked.
"Six...six six."
King Saibei pursed his lips, "How many six?"
The little girl hurriedly lowered her head, tongue-tied, "Two, two, it's called Liuliu." After finally finishing her sentence, her head dropped as before.
"Liuliu, have you ever made sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the afternoon?"
"Did it."
King Saibei shook his body, sat down, and asked again, "Besides you, is there anyone else in this mansion who knows how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" This little girl didn't look like she was thoughtful.
"No, no one knows how to make it. Several sisters have learned it before, but none of them have mastered it. The pastries sent to the master's yard are all made by slaves." Liuliu was in a state of confusion, while making pastries in the afternoon.
, Sister Qingmeng came over and helped me.
But she is also there, so there should be no problem!
"Then how many plates of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes did you make in the afternoon and sent to the master's yard? Tell me one by one in detail."
Liuliu kowtowed and then said, "We made a plate together in the afternoon. The aunt in charge came in and said that Miss Su suddenly wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, so she asked the slave girl to steam a stack of it immediately. The slave girl was still thinking that Miss Su never
I don’t like sweets, so I suddenly wanted to eat them, but I was too humble to ask, so I had to make them and send someone to deliver them.”
King Saibei nodded, "Where is the aunt in charge?"
The aunt in charge was so frightened that she hurriedly crawled out from behind Liuliu. Her voice and volume were much higher than Liuliu's, "My slave is here."
"Who told you that Miss Su wants to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" King Saibei actually knew it already, but he just wanted to check it out bit by bit.
"Yes...it was Miss Su who came to tell me in person. Ever since someone died in the house, there were fewer guards and maids in Miss Su's yard. Sometimes Miss Su would come over in person. That day...it was Miss Su.
Come here in person and inform this slave."
Su Yin bit her lip, looked at the aunt in charge, and asked sternly, "Aunt, can you look up at me and tell you personally that I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake? I can never eat that sweet thing. I smell it.
If you still feel disgusted, how can you ask for it in person?"