In the study, the young man sat in the circle chair behind the table with a cold face, and when he saw Chu Xian coming in with a food box, his face was a little colder.

Chu Xian was a little apprehensive, but she didn't expect the fourth master to have a cold face as soon as he came back.

Hurry up and reflect, but she really didn't make a mistake today, why is the fourth master angry?

Just as he waved his hand, the wooden door behind him creaked shut.

In the confined space, only she and the fourth master were left, and the air seemed to be condensed.

"Master, this is a dish made by Xian'er, do you want to try it?" Stubbornly resisting the cold air emitted by the young man, Chu Xian put the food box on the table, and wanted to open it for her to see.

Anyway, she made it herself, with a sincere heart.

"Who told you to do what you wanted?" The young man's cold voice sounded as he suppressed his emotions.

Chu Xian felt that her waist was jerked, and the next moment she was already sitting on his lap, and a pair of small hands subconsciously grabbed the placket of his clothes.

"What did the master ask you about, and said, who made you practice yourself?" The young man's good-looking eyebrows are raised, and his eyebrows are impatient and irritable.

She subconsciously leaned on his shoulder: "Xian'er didn't practice herself, don't be angry, okay." The delicate and soft voice overflowed softly, with a soothing magic.

But the young man was still angry and squeezed her little hand: "What's going on?" Where did the bubble come from? ”

"I was scalded with hot oil when I was cooking, it's fine, it'll be fine in a few days." Chu Xian was a little weak-hearted, she was hiding her hands secretly, why did the fourth master still see the bubbles on her hands?

"Hiss......" she suddenly gasped, grinning in pain: "Don't, don't touch ......"

The black-faced young man deliberately pinched the bubble on her hand again: "Didn't you say it's okay?" What are you pumping when you're okay? ”

"The ...... that doesn't hurt if you don't pinch it" she whispered, lest the fourth master deliberately pinch the blister again.

"Are you the master's Fujin or the kitchen lady in the palace? If you are such a cook, you can simply go back to Huang Ama and let you move to the imperial dining room. The young man had a cold face and a cold voice, too lazy to worry about whether it hurt or not with her.

"Cooking for the fourth master is not practicing yourself." No matter how stupid Chu Xian is, she knows why the fourth master is angry and why she said that she has done herself.

This awkward man feels sorry for her.

The whole person was nestled in front of him, her soft arms wrapped around his waist, her little face buried in his chest, and her voice was a little muffled: "Xian'er just wants to make a dish for the fourth master to taste." And it's also cooking for the ancestors. In front of the ancestors, Xian'er is the junior, and in front of the fourth master, Xian'er is the wife, which is not considered practice. ”

"Ye Ba carried a sedan chair to marry you, and when you entered the door, did you come to the palace to be a cook? Do you really think you can compete with the chef with your three-legged cat cooking skills? The boy snorted coldly.

"But the ancestor said that what I made was delicious, and said that it was more delicious than what the imperial chef made, so shouldn't the fourth master really try it?" She looked up at him, her chin resting on his arm, and her starry eyes tickled to her.

The fourth master wanted to taste something in his heart, but after thinking about it, he still refused.

No, if she does, she may go into the kitchen again. Such unhealthy tendencies must not be fueled.

He doesn't lack this stutter.

And, really, she just wanted to make a dish for him to taste?