"It's your responsibility to handle it. This doesn't count as compensation for me." Shen Jiong glanced at him and said.
The emperor was speechless for a moment and asked for advice: "What does the Prime Minister want me to do?"
"As punishment..." Shen Jun bit his lip suddenly, "As punishment, you tell me what kind of cakes you like to eat."
"Huh?" Qiang Ceyan was a little surprised that Shen Jue's punishment was this. In the few seconds he was waiting for Shen Jue's reply, he even blushed and thought about whether Shen Jue would punish him by kissing him...
His eyes moved, Qiang Ceyan recalled the scene where Shen Jun once ate a small amount of mung bean cake in his bedroom and couldn't forget it, and said slowly: "I am very interested in mung bean cake."
"Well, okay." Shen Jun had his own plan.
Now that the problem has been resolved, Shen Jieyi glanced at the emperor and said: "If the emperor never returns to the palace, it will be revealed that he stayed elsewhere all night."
"This..." The emperor's eyes were fixed on the quilt, and then he looked away with some embarrassment, "What should I do?"
"Don't worry, Wei Chen will do it himself to ensure that others don't know that the emperor can get excited about the quilt." Shen Yue snickered and folded the quilt.
Qiang Ceyan left with a red face, leaving behind a sentence: "It's not because of the bedding, but...because of you."
The drunken movements stopped. His snickering changed to secret joy. The emperor must have already liked him, which is great.
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"Prime Minister, why don't you come as a slave?"
In the past few days, the Prime Minister has been staying in the kitchen, trying to blow up the kitchen. The chefs all wondered if their cooking skills had dissatisfied the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister had to take those precious hands. Touch that spring water.
"Don't worry, it's just a little smokey." When Shen Jun ran out of the kitchen, his whole body was filled with smoke.
He said to a group of people who cared about him outside the kitchen: "There is nothing wrong with him, but the fire seems to be unable to burn, so the smoke is a bit thick."
"Did the Prime Minister put firewood into the stove when the fire was lighting?"
Shen Jun waved the smoke that kept coming out in front of him and was surprised: "How do you know? Could it be..."
Shen Jun was embarrassed to let others see how embarrassed he looked when he was learning to cook, so he asked people to go out during non-cooking hours and not come in.
Narrowing his eyes, Shen Yu pretended to be evil and said, "Did you take a peek?"
The chef immediately took a few steps back and said, "Prime Minister, I'm not a slave. I'm not a slave. I just remembered that when I taught young chefs at home, some people who had never learned cooking would burn firewood like this."
"Then how can we make the fire brighter?" Shen Jun coughed twice due to the smoke, feeling a little embarrassed.
"If there is a hollow, let the flames rise."
Shen Jun nodded pretending to be sophisticated, "I think so too."
He walked back to the kitchen, quickly took out the unburnable firewood from the stove, and followed the chef's instructions to start by learning how to make a fire.
"Mr. Shen, why bother asking the chef to help you make something for the male protagonist? Besides, wouldn't it be great if you made it yourself? You don't need to do it yourself?" The system couldn't stand it anymore. If it hadn't been for it It's just a display screen, it's probably going to be choked on.
Shen Jun puffed his mouth and blew on the fire, "Cough, cough, cough!" The thick smoke choked him to tears.
"There will always be opportunities to cook for him in the future. If you let one person help you, you have to let another person help you forever, otherwise the taste will change."
Shen Jun looked at the fire that was finally burning brightly and said: "A lie requires countless lies. I don't want to lie to him."