Wu Dalang walked quickly, completely trying to get rid of the meaning of the head of the imperial dining room, of course, this was just doing this on the surface, he was just trying to make his performance more realistic.

But where did the head of the imperial dining room know that Wu Dalang had so many fancy intestines, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the seven-rank petty official was actually gone.

The head of the imperial dining room said to the little nobleman next to him: "What about people? ”

Little Guizi: "Let's go." ”

The head of the imperial dining room shouted, "Call him back, go quickly." ”

The head of the imperial dining room was in a hurry and hurriedly pushed the little nobleman away.

Xiao Guizi also ran out quickly.

The head of the imperial dining room was about to cry when he looked at Xiao Guizi's back, and stood there cheering Xiao Guizi all the time, making him run faster.

The head of the imperial dining room is not only anxious now, but also afraid, that supervising the imperial history really wants to go to His Majesty to say this, even if he has a backer, he can't be trusted. He regrets now why he didn't let that man make that soup at that time, and now he got to this point.

The imperial dining room anxiously turned around in place, waiting for Xiao Guizi to bring Wu Dalang back.

And the initiator Wu Dalang is walking slowly towards this side with Xiao Guizi at the moment, and the pace is like two walking... Lover..

The little noble son is not as good as Wu Dalang, at this time, I am afraid that the emperor is in a hurry, so he said to Wu Dalang slowly: "My lord, let's go quickly, after so long, Your Majesty will be angry later." ”

Wu Dalang said unhurriedly: "Have you ever heard such a sentence, the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry. ”

Xiao Guizi almost stumbled and fell to the ground, when was it, Master Wu was still in the mood to joke, was it because he couldn't make delicious soup, so he gave up on himself and began to enjoy the last good time?

Xiao Guizi is also full of worries about his future life, he finds that if he owes such a person two lives, his future life will be very... Stimulate. I don't know what storm awaits him.

Fortunately, Wu Dalang didn't go far when he went out, even if he walked back very slowly, he finally returned to the imperial dining room after a while.

When the head of the imperial dining room saw Wu Dalang's step into the door of the imperial dining room, he felt that his life was full of hope again, as if the sun was shining into his heart, and it was extraordinarily bright.

The head of the imperial dining room walked over and said, "You can be counted as back, since it was ordered by His Majesty, of course this soup must not be slack, make it quickly." ”

Wu Dalang exhaled and said: "I was really anxious just now, do you know, make a soup and make Your Majesty wait for so long, I found that I couldn't do it, I want to go back and tell Your Majesty as soon as possible." ”

"Who knew that Xiao Guizi came over and asked me to come back to do it, but by that time I had already walked far away, and I was almost at the Imperial Garden. But I remembered that the manager was still waiting for me, and I resolutely ran back in a hurry with the little nobleman, which really tired me. You just say, you don't feel impressed. ”

Xiao Guizi's eyes widened, and he looked at Wu Dalang in disbelief: "......"

Xiao Guizi has really never seen such a brazen person, obviously he was the least anxious just now, and he was the one who walked over... Oh my God, is there any truth in this world?

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his heart was even more miserable: Since you are in such a hurry, why don't you do it now, why do you still stand and say so many things to me? It's been a long time.,Your Majesty is really going to be angry.。。。

For the first time, the head of the imperial dining room had doubts about his profession, he used to think that the imperial kitchen was a very easy profession, shopping every day, eating and drinking, but today I met this little seven-grade official, why do I feel that this profession is so terrible, and I have been in fear...

Wu Dalang looked at the head of the imperial dining room and sighed: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, you actually shed tears of emotion." Even if it's for you, I must make a delicious soup, so that Your Majesty will be happy and will forgive us all, do you think I'm right? ”

The tears of the head of the imperial dining room slipped from the corners of his eyes: "You're right, you're right, let's make soup, please... ”

Wu Dalang slapped his forehead and said loudly: "Oh, if you don't remind me, I almost forgot that I was going to make soup again." ”

The head of the imperial dining room simply wants to hit his head on the pillar now, why is there such a person, the last sentence obviously has to make delicious soup to make His Majesty's face happy, why did you forget it in a few seconds, didn't you pay attention to making soup for Your Majesty?

The head of the imperial dining room took heavy steps, made a hoarse voice, raised his thousand-pound arm, pointed to the ingredients and said, "I don't know what you're going to do, the ingredients are all here, you can do it quickly." ”

The head of the imperial dining room has nothing to love, and he has the heart to die, this life is really boring, there is no pursuit at all, and he has to suffer and suffer, and he has to suffer mentally.

Wu Dalang looked at the head of the imperial dining room and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help it, and when he wanted to laugh, he immediately coughed out, which is... Cough with a smile.

Wu Dalang felt that it was almost over, and if he tossed it again, he was afraid that this guy might have nightmares at night. In the future, seeing yourself will be like seeing a ghost, and that will not be good.

Wu Dalang wanted to make broth, but now in the imperial dining room, there are so many ingredients, and Wu Dalang didn't want to be limited to one kind of pork, so he began to pick it up.

Wu Dalang saw a few live shrimp at first sight, this is a good thing, Wu Dalang stretched out the magic grasp without saying a word.

At this time, the manager of the imperial dining room, who had nothing to love, immediately appeared in front of Wu Dalang, stopped Wu Dalang and said, "These shrimps can't be moved, this is Qiao Guifei's." ”

Wu Dalang sighed: "Alas, without shrimp, I probably can't make delicious soup, if I can't make delicious soup, Your Majesty will probably be very angry, I seem to see that these shrimp are my fate." ”

The head of the imperial dining room silently took his hand away, tears flowed out of his eyes again, and he silently shouted in his heart: Concubine Qiao, I'm sorry for you...

After Wu Dalang took the shrimp, he saw a piece of chicken that looked good, the meat was so tender that it could even bounce off Wu Dalang's fingers, and the taste must be good, so Wu Dalang took it away without hesitation.

The head of the imperial dining room stretched out his hand, and just halfway through it and silently took it back, with tears in his heart: Concubine Wang De, I'm sorry for you...

After Wu Dalang finished taking the chicken, he saw another piece of beef, beef can be had, peeing beef balls or something are the best, and the beef has not been spared...

The head of the imperial dining room covered his chest with his hands, his heart hurt, and a voice sounded silently in his heart: Jin Shuyi, I'm sorry for you...

Wu Dalang scraped the same good ingredients one after another, and the heart of the head of the imperial dining room was also followed by bursts of colic, which was just... The heart is like a knife.