"Zichuan, you can't be so selfish, Xiaowei is so good at her skills, it's too condescending to be a little second-class maid in the Protector's Mansion, how good would it be if she went to the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Compared with Chu Jingfeng's anxiety, Ye Zichuan ate what Meng Wei gave him slowly, seeing that Chu Jingfeng was about to go berserk, Ye Zichuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and then turned to Meng Wei: "Xiaowei, do you want to be a first-class maid?" ”

"The slave doesn't want to."

Chu was frightened: "Why? ”

Meng Wei glanced at Ye Zichuan, saw that his face was serious, his eyes were encouraging, and his heart turned, and he said: "Young Master Chu, the slave maid is a simple person, although she is nominally a second-class maid now, but the slave maid feels that she is more comfortable than a first-class maid in the Sichuan Courtyard. There is no need to figure out the master's heart, racking his brains to give the master ideas, and there is not so much work, the little marquis often rewards the slave and maid with a lot of food, and the slave and maid feel that there is nothing wrong with the second-class maid. ”

Ye Zichuan raised his eyebrows at Chu Jingfeng: Did you hear that? The kitchen steward of your Prime Minister's Mansion is not as good as the second-class maid in my Sichuan Residence.

Chu Shock:

Under Meng Wei and Ye Zichuan's 'you love me', Chu was defeated, and the noise in the past was non-stop, and he only cared about eating the things in the bowl at the moment.

Seeing this, Meng Wei felt some sympathy in her heart, the kitchen manager of the Prime Minister's Mansion sounded good, but she finally made achievements in the Hou Mansion these days, although she was young, but she could be regarded as a good thing in the kitchen, not to mention that the four masters in the mansion relied on her a lot, which was much better than the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In such a comparison, she was naturally reluctant to move again.

With sympathy in her heart, she glanced at the floating beef balls and fish balls, Meng Wei picked up the colander and fished a few to prepare for Chu Jingfeng, as if it was not long for his broken heart, but he didn't want the spoon to tilt, and suddenly another bowl appeared and 'robbed' the thing.

Looking along the owner of the bowl, Meng Wei was helpless: "Little Marquis, the slave will help you with the vegetables later."

"Right now, he's not without hands, he doesn't need you to help him, you just give Ye Bu vegetables."

Chu Shock:

Meng Wei:

Don't you think there's something wrong with that?

In any case, obey the master's words.

So, Meng Wei turned her wrist and fished out a few beef balls for Ye Zichuan: "This beef ball is also cooked, Xiao Hou Ye tasted it, it is very elastic and chewy." ”

"The world is going down, and brothers can't do it," Chu Jingfeng looked at the empty bowl in front of him, resigned himself to his fate, and glanced at Ye Zichuan angrily, "Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!" ”

After speaking, Chu got up violently and directly scooped up a lot of things in the pot, but even if the bowl was full, he didn't stop.

This product must be trying to eat all the contents of the pot, right?

But she just put it at random, and seeing that Ye Zichuan didn't mean to stop it, Meng Wei was silent and put down the remaining dishes on the table one by one.

The boiling soup was accompanied by white water vapor steaming, blurring Chu Jingfeng's eyes.

Chu Jingfeng was trying to eat, and the other hand kept fishing, and when he saw that Meng Wei was so unhurried and half a plate of dishes was dialed down, he suddenly became anxious: "You, you slow down, do you want to hold me to death?" ”

"The little marquis hasn't eaten yet, and the slave can't let the little marquis go hungry."

"Good!"

Sure enough, Chu Jingfeng was only able to get angry, and under the repeated blows of the two, the cruel words became a joke.

"Okay, good support, I, I won't eat anymore, don't eat so spicy"

Chu Jingfeng only felt that this time he had eaten more than any other time, and those things seemed to have been stuffed into his throat, and they would squirt out if he was not careful.

Only Ye Zichuan was still slowly savoring: "The taste is really good, the spicy little red shrimp before was because you wanted to let the people make some money, forget about this fish, don't use it in the name of the Hou Mansion, you can just use it in your own name or in the name of your good apprentice." ”

"The slave knows."

"And this pot, just keep it, you can use it if you want to eat it in the future, but what is in this groove?" He didn't smell the wine, so he was a little curious.

I used to put the soup out once because it was boiling, but I was afraid of the cold, so it didn't take long for me to light it again.

Ye Zichuan also didn't expect that the liquid contained in the small groove could ignite for a long time, and it didn't look much less, and there was no smell of burning things, so he couldn't help but be curious.

"Back to the little marquis, this is called alcohol, which probably means the essence of the wine, the slave and maid rely on boiling, remove the water in it, and purify the spirits, but this alcohol can't be drunk, if you drink it, you will get drunk to death."

More precisely, it should be alcoholism.

When he had almost eaten, Ye Zichuan asked people to remove the things, and the stone pot was also served through the cloth, and a little maid saw that the small flame in the groove of the small frame containing the stone pot was still burning, and lowered her head and prepared to blow out the flame.

Meng Wei looked back?

didn't have time to shout, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the little maid, who stood unsteadily and fell towards her.

Meng Wei was originally small, even if the maid looked only two or three years older than her, but her body was there, if she fell on her, she would have to fall hard.

At this moment, no amount of caution and ingenuity seemed useless, Meng Wei subconsciously closed her eyes, but she intuitively felt that her wrist tightened, and her body fell uncontrollably along the force, and slammed into Ye Zichuan's back facing her.

Meng Wei snorted, only to feel that somewhere that was already flat enough seemed to be hurting.

Ye Zichuan listened to Meng Wei's forbearant voice, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to hold her shoulder, frowning: "It's okay, right?" ”

"Slave, slave is fine," subconsciously wanted to rub the painful place, realizing that there were still two members of the opposite sex here, he instantly took back the hand that had been raised halfway, pinched the corner of his clothes and explained to the person who was stabilized by Fang Yuan, "Are you okay?" The alcohol can't be blown out like a candle, or it will catch fire and disfigure. ”

"What you said is true?" Chu Jingfeng got up and looked at the small groove, how could he not believe such a small fire, when facing the wind, not only will it not be extinguished, but it will back, after thinking about it, he rolled up his sleeves and stood a little farther away, "You get out of the way, I still don't believe in this evil." ”

"Prince Chu"

"Don't worry, I'm just trying, I'll react quickly."

Meng Wei tugged at the corners of her lips, she didn't know if she needed to be reminded, she had seen someone who didn't want to die, and she hadn't seen someone who was in such a hurry to die, she was a little worried

Ye Zichuan and Chu Jingfeng are worthy of being friends, not only Chu Jingfeng is interested, but he also wants to experiment, "Don't persuade me, just let us see if it's so magical." ”

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