The Chef God Contest is a rare culinary event, not everyone can participate in the competition, such as Bai Yulou, who is not qualified to participate, but there are also those who take the initiative to be invited, and Du Niangzi is one of the celebrity chefs who were invited.

She does not need to represent any restaurant and participate in the big competition in her personal name.

"Is Du Niangzi going?" In the courtyard of the Yan family, Yan Ruyu was chatting with Du Niangzi, and she poured Du Niangzi a cup of brewed Pu'er tea.

Du Niangzi gently put the post and the game card in her hand on the table: "The teacher has gone, and I will naturally go too." ”

The mentor in Du Niangzi's mouth is naturally Chef Bao Shen, who was hired back by Tianxianglou at a high price, and listening to her tone, she respects this teacher quite a lot.

Yan Ruyu is not good at asking Du Niangzi if she can be better than the blue.

"Miss has something to say?" Du Niangzi noticed Yan Ruyu's desire to speak and stopped.

Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "I heard that the divine chef is good at medicinal food, I wonder if it is as good as the rumors are better than the elixir?" ”

Du Niangzi shook her head: "Where is the elixir in the world?" However, it is true that the medicinal diet of the master has the effect of prolonging life, and I am his most proud disciple, but unfortunately I haven't eaten it a few times. ”

"Why?" Yan Ruyu was puzzled.

Du Niangzi sighed lightly: "The medicinal diet recipe he worked so hard to develop is missing. ”

At that time, the recipe was in the hands of Mrs. Bao, and after Mrs. Bao gave birth, the recipe disappeared along with the newborn son, and since then, Chef Bao has not made medicinal food easily.

It's not that it won't, but it doesn't want to touch the scene.

"What is this asking for?" Du Niangzi looked at Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu thought for a while and said truthfully: "I want to ask Chef Bao Shen to make a medicinal meal." ”

"Do you want to give it to Young Master Yan?" Du Niangzi asked.

Yan Ruyu blushed slightly: "Hmm." ”

"He ......" Du Niangzi wanted to say, he didn't look like he was sick, and his brain was sick and couldn't be cured by medicinal food, but after thinking about it, her master was famous, and how many people squeezed their heads for a bowl of medicinal food, and they would be able to please Young Master Yan and the princess with it.

Du Niangzi nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go talk to his old man." ”

Yan Ruyu showed a touch of joy and said: "Du Niangzi is the most proud disciple of Bao Shenchu, if you open your mouth, his old man will definitely agree." ”

Du Niangzi also felt that the problem was not big, although the master had a strange temperament, he always loved her, and said that if her son was not lost, she would have let her son marry her, and pass on all her life's skills to her.

Du Niangzi took a sip of tea, thought of something, and muttered to herself: "I wonder if I will meet the little girl last time in this big competition?" ”

Last time? Yan Ruyu paused: "Is Du Niangzi talking about the Yu family who made stinky tofu at the Wei family banquet?" ”

"That's her." It's not that Du Niangzi deliberately remembers her, it's that the stinky tofu she made is too unforgettable.

Yan Ruyu has never eaten the stinky tofu made by Yu Wan, but Yan Ruyu has no good impression of Yu Wan, she always destroys her good deeds, and she looks like she doesn't eat oil and salt, but she is just a village girl, and her shelf is bigger than her daughter in the general's mansion.

Yan Ruyu suppressed the disgust in her heart and said lightly: "Where is she qualified?" This is not a big competition that any cat or dog can go, Du Niangzi is the most proud disciple of Bao Shenchu, she is not worthy of carrying shoes for Du Niangzi, Du Niangzi doesn't have to care about her, she has no loss of identity. ”

Even a character like Chef Yang can't be compared with Du Niangzi, let alone a small village girl in the countryside? But somehow, Du Niangzi had a feeling of facing that person in the dark.

Yan Ruyu saw that Du Niangzi was silent, and was about to say a few more words, when Mother Lin opened the curtain and came in.

"What's going on?" Yan Ruyu asked.

Mother Lin said happily: "Miss, Mama Fang is here!" ”

……

Yan Jiuchao stayed in someone's house for too long, and when he returned to the Young Master's Mansion, it was close to the fifth watch.

The Young Lord's Mansion was brightly lit, and a carriage more luxurious than the Empress's Luan was parked outside the gate of the Young Lord's Mansion.

A long-eyed entourage approached and knelt on the ground.

Yan Jiuchao stepped on his back, glanced at the luxurious carriage lightly, and entered the mansion with an expressionless face.

He went to his courtyard, and unsurprisingly, he saw Shangguan Yan lingering under the porch.

Shangguan Yan had been wandering here for most of the night, and none of the guards sent out had returned, and when he was worried about whether something had happened, Yan Jiuchao's figure slowly came over.

Shangguan Yan's expression suddenly relaxed, and he walked down the steps in a few steps and said, "Where have you been?" ”

Yan Jiuchao didn't answer her words, but said casually: "What? Afraid of my death? ”

Shangguan Yan choked.

Yan Jiuchao strode up the steps, passed by Shangguan Yan, and did not enter his own house, but walked to the side room.

Shangguan Yan looked at his back and said, "Don't look at it, I'll send the child away." ”

Yan Jiuchao went to push the hand of the door of the house.

Shangguan Yan squeezed the handkerchief in her hand, and said with complicated eyes: "After a few days, you are better, I will take the child back." ”

Yan Jiuchao turned around with a frown, glanced at her dissatisfied, and wanted to say something, but his gaze fell on her neck that was covered by a thin veil.

Even in the scorching summer, she also wrapped all kinds of tulle around her neck, with exquisite styles and bright colors, which once provoked women in the capital to follow suit.

Tonight she was a little anxious, and the tulle fell off a little, revealing a hideous scar.

This was made by Yan Jiuchao during a certain seizure, and even his own mother almost strangled him to death, his son ......

Yan Jiuchao's hand that went to push the door clenched into a fist and slowly fell, then he turned around and returned to his house without saying a word.

Shangguan Yan breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Mr. Wan." Shangguan Yan instructed, "You go and clean up, I have stayed in the Young Master's Mansion for the past few days." ”

Uncle Wan wants to say, the young master doesn't need you to look at it, he is very good this time, he didn't have a seizure, he didn't hurt anyone, and he didn't hurt himself.

But when the words came to his lips, he caught a glimpse of the tears that Shangguan Yan endured in his eyes, and swallowed the words silently.

"Yes, the old slave will go and clean up the house for the princess."

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