Everyone in the chef was shocked. No one thought that Feng Jing would dare to slap the kitchen manager in public. You must know that the kitchen manager is the wife of the prince's nanny, Mrs. Xu, and has a high status in the Jin Palace.
Now this stupid and brainless person actually beat up Mrs. Wang, the kitchen manager, and now there is a good show.
Mrs. Wang woke up quickly and glared at Feng Jing in shame and anger: "Miss Feng, how dare you hit me?"
Feng Jing raised her head and got angry arrogantly: "I am Princess Jin. You, a little slave, dare not let me eat. I deserve a beating."
She finished her words without looking at the kitchen manager, and looked at Nanny You and Qingshuang behind her: "You two, come here and bring the things."
After she finished speaking, she walked to the kitchen and walked towards the cooked food one by one.
"This Tremella Fungus and Chicken Shredded Soup is pretty good, take it."
"This eight-treasure thousand-layer cake is not bad, hold it."
"And this and this..."
The people in the large kitchen looked at Feng Jing, and then at Mrs. Wang who had been beaten.
Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth and shouted: "Miss Feng, this is for the prince's banquet today, you can't take it away."
Before she could finish her words, Feng Jing took a step closer and said in a warning tone.
"Miss Feng, today is an important day for the prince to marry Concubine Jiang. You'd better not ruin the prince's banquet, otherwise the prince will not be able to spare you."
After hearing her words, Feng Jing's face immediately turned ugly, and she raised her hand to hit someone again. Mrs. Wang stepped back in fright.
Feng Jing's face was ferocious and angry: "Bah, what about Jiang's side concubine? I'm still the princess of the Jin Palace."
After she finished speaking, she shouted angrily and madly at Nanny You and Qingshuang behind her: "Since you don't let me eat, don't even think about eating any of them. They'll all be smashed."
Nanny You and Qing Shuang were so horrified that their faces turned pale.
Although they encouraged their young ladies to make trouble with the prince, they were afraid that they would be in trouble if they openly smashed the kitchen like this.
The two of them didn't dare to move.
When Feng Jing saw that they were not moving, she rushed over angrily, raised her hand and waved all the plates of cold dishes placed on the table to the ground.
Amidst the crackling sound, everyone's faces turned pale.
Mrs. Wang was no exception, she could not help but tremble. Although Miss Feng smashed the kitchen, the prince would punish her, but the real cause of this incident was that she refused to give her anything to eat.
This matter got serious, and the prince could not spare the eldest lady of the Feng family. I was afraid that he could not spare her either. Mrs. Wang was frightened and screamed repeatedly.
"Stop it, stop it quickly."
Her tone softened as she finished speaking: "Miss Feng, I'm wrong. Everything is my fault. I'll order someone to send food over right away."
Feng Jing ignored her at all and raised her hand to wave the cold vegetable plate on the table.
She was going to kill the chickens and scare the monkeys today, otherwise it would be difficult for her to move forward in the Jin Palace in the future.
After she did this, although the people in Prince Jin's palace still despised her, they did not dare to provoke her easily.
But Feng Jing had just smashed more than a dozen dishes when she suddenly heard a cold and sinister voice: "Stop."
She subconsciously turned around and looked over, and saw several people striding in outside the kitchen door. The leader was actually King Pei Lin of Jin, who was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe with gold trim.
Pei Lin's thick and narrow black eyebrows were slightly raised, and his deep black pupils were filled with haze.
He strode up to Feng Jing and said gloomily: "Did I tell you to stay safe for a while, why are you falling back on your old habits so quickly?"
When Feng Jing saw him, she subconsciously took a step back, with a look of fear on her face, and then burst into tears.
"You, Prince Jin's Mansion, are so bullying. I didn't eat yesterday and I won't give you anything today. You are trying to starve me to death on purpose!"
"Woo, I'm so hungry. I can't stand it anymore. I want to go home. I don't want to stay in Prince Jin's Mansion anymore."
After Feng Jing finished speaking, she turned around and left, with the intention of immediately leaving Jin Prince's Mansion and returning to Zhennan Marquis Mansion.
In fact, she really had a glimmer of hope. It would be great if she could take this opportunity to leave Prince Jin's Mansion.
But how could Jin King Pei Lin let this happen?
Although he hated Feng Jin, a stupid and brainless woman, he had calmed down after what happened yesterday and decided to temporarily keep Feng Jing in Prince Jin's Mansion to deal with Emperor Xiaoren.
Since he asked her to stay, he was not stingy enough to deny her food.
Pei Lin turned around and looked at Feng Jing who was running out: "Stop."
When Feng Jing heard Pei Lin's cry, she felt indescribable disappointment, but she could only stop and turned around to look at Pei Lin with tears in her eyes.
Pei Lin no longer looked at her, but at the people in the big kitchen.
Finally, his cold and gloomy gaze fell on Mrs. Wang, the kitchen manager: "Is there even anything to eat in Prince Jin's Mansion?"
Mrs. Wang's face turned pale and she knelt down with a thud!
"Your Majesty, it's my fault. I wanted to stay close to the banquet first and prepare things to send to Xiwan later. But Miss Feng couldn't wait any longer and brought people over to smash the kitchen in anger.
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Feng Jing cried after hearing what Mrs. Wang said.
"I'm hungry. You can just give me something to eat. Why don't you give it to me? I originally thought that Prince Jin's palace was poor and had nothing to eat. I didn't expect that there would be so many good things, but they wouldn't give me any of them."
After Feng Jing finished speaking, she looked at King Jin and cried: "Your Majesty, I'd better go back to Zhennan Marquis Mansion. I can go home and eat my own food."
Pei Lin's eyebrows were pounding, and his eyes were as dark as the sea, filled with anger.
"Shut up."
Feng Jing stopped talking, with a frightened look on her face, as if she was frightened by him.
Pei Lin suppressed his anger and said, "If anyone causes trouble in the future, we will not be lenient."
After saying this, he looked at Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang shuddered and kowtowed: "I remember this, old slave. I will never dare to do this again. I will never do this again."
Pei Lin narrowed his eyes at Mrs. Wang. He knew that the kitchen manager belonged to his nanny. In the past, he had often heard people complain that she was mean and acted poorly. For the sake of her nanny, he did not punish her.
"If it happens again, I won't be able to spare you."
Mrs. Wang's face turned pale, she kowtowed repeatedly, and promised: "I will send someone to send food to Xiwan right away."
Pei Lin stopped talking and turned around to glance at the people in the big kitchen. Everyone was busy with their hands and feet, and no one dared to look at Pei Lin again.
Pei Lin strode out. When he passed Feng Jing, he said coldly: "I'm not leaving yet."
Feng Jing achieved her wish, turned around and walked out. Her fat face was full of anxiety and fear, and she followed Pei Lin cautiously, like a wronged little daughter-in-law.
Pei Lin ignored her and led the people out of the big kitchen. Feng Jing, Grandma You and Qing Shuang followed behind him and left the big kitchen.