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Lan Fei'er hadn't learned everything in the house in vain these days, so in general, Lan Fei'er's guide-like memory allowed her to find a shortcut and go straight to the Imperial Doctor's office as soon as she got out of the kitchen door.

"Doctor Tai...... Imperial Doctor, hehe......" As soon as Lan Fei'er rushed into the Imperial Doctor, she gasped breathlessly: "Yimu Fruit, I...... I want to benefit my mother!" "There is a special imperial doctor's room in the Liwang Mansion, which is set up with two bedrooms and one living room, and there are two imperial doctors in it, plus the person who manages the medicine of the imperial doctor.

"What do you want to do with the fruit of the mother, where do you use it, do you have a claim slip?" asked the person who administers the drug, cautiously.

"The little girl is Lan Fei'er in the kitchen, because she needs to use Yimu fruit to make an ingredient now, and the time is urgent, so she has not yet obtained the application slip with Chef Lu. Lan Fei'er gasped for breath and sorted out her thoughts before smiling.

"Oh, you're Chef Lan?" The steward heard that the person who came was the famous Lan Fei'er, Gu Ran changed his face, and when he looked at Lan Fei'er's whole body, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want the Yimu Fruit, are you using it for pregnancy?"

"Pregnant??I really convinced you, as if the Yimu fruit is only eaten by pregnant people?Didn't you learn these things when you studied medicine?" Lan Fei'er disdained him a little.

"......" The steward's mouth pursed, and he instantly rolled his eyes and said, "How much do you want?"

"It's better to have a small bowl so much. Lan Fei'er saw that the time was getting less and less, and she didn't want to be in a hurry, so she could only quickly urge: "You...... Hurry up and bring it, I'm in a hurry, and if I swallow it slowly, I won't be able to get a snack, and then I'll be killed, and you will have a hard time getting out!

"Wow! so much!" Lan Fei'er was already in the Liwang Mansion, and in general, she would rather mess with the chief doctor than with her: "Take it! Congratulations on your pregnancy, Chef Lan." “

"Thank you! Thank you!" As soon as she took the Yimu fruit, Lan Fei'er ran quickly to the kitchen. When Lan Fei'er's figure flew away, the steward remembered to ask Lan Fei'er to make up the application slip, otherwise it would not be counted. But, staring at the fat shadow, he could only talk to her next time: "Huh, huh...... Yes, yes...... I need to make up the application slip!"

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"Sister Fei'er, you're back!" Bei Ke immediately said excitedly when he saw Lan Fei'er: "Many of them are ...... It's all done!"

"Huh?" Lan Fei'er agreed and stepped into the kitchen quickly, approached the ingredients, and hurriedly moved the Yimu fruit aside. The other quickly picked up the cutting board and prepared to squat down to fight, "Shells, bring those chicken feet, and then go get some cotton thread." The waves washed down the tiger stove and caught fire. “

"Okay," people, they began to get busy with the rapid cooperation, because Bei Ke and Hailang didn't know much about the kitchen cuisine, and Lan Fei'er's cuisine would always have so many peculiarities, so the two of them always couldn't keep up with Lan Fei'er's pace.

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As time passes, the glutinous rice chicken is placed on a large plate ready to be served with a fragrant and strong flavor. Stacks of unique buttery poop are also imprinted with its unique flavor, neatly seated on the plate. The dry-fried bell faded its unique crispiness in a burst of sizzling sounds: "Waves, shells, you two go to get ice cubes together, this time you have to get more, take two buckets to fill it." One holds ice cubes, and the other bucket goes to decorate nice cups. Be fast. ”

"Yes!" the two of them slowly went from one thought to another, to questions, to surprise, to surprise. Thunderbolt Bala asked to directly carry out the task to fully cooperate with Lan Fei'er's assignment, and there were no longer so many questions, even if there were, the two of them would ask after they knew how to cook.

(Battlefield Literature)