He glared coldly at the guards behind him: "Do you also want to take care of my affairs?"
"I don't dare!" The guard was scolded by Wan Rongyu and immediately knelt down with a look of fear on his face.
Baili Fenghua had a sneer in his eyes, and then said to Wan Rongyu calmly: "Third princess, the kitchen is small, let them wait outside!"
His tone was calm, but there was clearly a hint of anger.
Wan Rongyu heard the anger in Baili Fenghua's tone, and couldn't help but glared at several guards: "Get out of here if you don't want me!"
"Yes, princess!" Although the guard felt dissatisfied, he did not dare not listen to the princess's words and turned around in fear.
"Thank you, princess!" Baili Fenghua looked at her calling several guards out and couldn't help but turn around and smile gently.
Duan looked like a handsome young man, which made Wan Rongyu completely intoxicated.
She smiled shyly: "The Seventh Prince doesn't need to be polite! Rong Yu just feels sorry for the prince being so wronged..."
"..." Baili Fenghua's lips curled into a faint smile.
Wronged?
Feeling distressed?
How could there be such a self-righteous woman in this world?
Well, in order to teach her a lesson, he just scolded his baby Qingqing, so let's give her some pain.
"Princess, make a fire!"
"Well, I'll come right away." Wan Rongyu smiled affectionately. In order to win the favor of Baili Fenghua, she even ignored today's exquisite palace clothes.
Not caring about the wet and dirty ground, he squatted down and started lighting a fire.
It's just that she still underestimated the craft of making fire. As the saying goes, making fire is not a small skill.
For a person who has always been pampered, even if she makes the soup, it is just someone else who makes it and she watches over it, this is not an easy matter.
Wan Rongyu threw a dozen pieces of firewood into the stove, then caught two straw balls, picked up the fire breakers, lit the straw balls and threw them in.
When dry grass meets fire, a fire instantly breaks out, and thick black smoke comes out.
Wan Rongyu accidentally choked and started coughing. She was so frightened that she ran away.
Baili Fenghua just glanced at her lightly and said with a slight smile: "It seems that the princess can't do this, so let's forget it..."
"No, how could I not be able to do such a simple thing?" After hearing Baili Fenghua's words, Wan Rongyu couldn't help but said anxiously, fearing that Baili Fenghua would look down on her.
Baili Fenghua's attitude towards her finally improved, and he even took the initiative to ask her to help. How could she not behave well?
So he hurriedly returned to the stove, picked up the firewood on the side and scratched it gently.
But she had never made a fire before, so she didn't know that the firewood she had to put in before making a fire had to be light and thin, and she couldn't put too much in at once.
She just kept stuffing a lot of large pieces of firewood. As a result, the smoke filled the air at first, making her choke and cough, and she couldn't open her eyes.
But after a while, the fire was extinguished.
But those dry firewood were only stained with a little black smoke, and not even a piece was lit.
"How could this happen..." Wan Rongzhu bit his lip and looked at the stove fire, saying aggrievedly.
Baili Fenghua smiled faintly and slowly processed the vegetables and meat at hand.
Just let Wan Rongyu toss it slowly...
If you look down on the lower class people so much, why do you mean entering the kitchen to do menial work?
