Everyone's pursuit and praise, Yanran regards Wang Fugui as the successor of the future head chef, and now he doesn't stammer.

Wang Fugui was a little fluttering by others, but when he saw the chief manager leaving, he hurriedly stepped forward and lowered his posture and put on a correct posture.

The head chef saw that he could still be like this at this time, and the discomfort in his heart was gone.

He patted Wang Fugui on the shoulder, "Do a good job." ”

"Yes." Wang Fugui responded.

The little Xijuan in the corner looked pitifully, she hadn't eaten for two days, and she was a little dizzy with hunger. As soon as she rested, the eunuch who had reprimanded him before came over, "I'm lazy again, I didn't see that the ground was dirty, clean it up quickly." ”

"Yes." Xiao Xijuan responded timidly.

The Temple of Nourishing the Heart

Xiao Li's father-in-law put the sweet and sour tenderloin he had just made, and after testing the poison, Xiao Gonggong put a piece on the plate.

Feng Jiuchuan tasted it, but the taste was still not right.

This dish tastes exactly the same as the one I just ate, and it was obviously made by the same person.

Feng Jiuchuan's face was slightly gloomy, "Who made this?" ”

Xiao Li's father-in-law saw that the emperor was angry, and he was a little confused.

Isn't this what you asked Wang Fugui to do according to your old instructions?

Xiao Yun's father-in-law saw that his apprentice was still stunned, and secretly kicked him, Xiao Li's father-in-law came back to his senses and hurriedly replied: "Back to the emperor, it was Wang Fugui, Wang Yuchu's cooking." ”

"That's not right." Feng Jiuchuan frowned, "Who made that plate of sweet and sour tenderloin last night?" ”

"Isn't it the royal kitchen?" Xiao Li's father-in-law was a little blind.

Xiao Yun sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly replied: "Maybe someone has taken it off." The minion is just going to find out. ”

"Hmm." Feng Jiuchuan put down his chopsticks and had long lost interest in the food in front of him.

Imperial Dining Room

When Father-in-law Xiao Yun and Father-in-law Xiao Li arrived together, the entire imperial dining room came out to greet them.

Xiao Li's father-in-law looked over the crowd and fell directly on Wang Fugui's body.

This guy actually dared to take the lead, it's really damn good, he almost caused him to be punished.

Wang Fugui was about to step forward, but when he saw Xiao Li's father-in-law's unkind gaze, he was frightened and nervous.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the food you cook?

No, it shouldn't!

Father-in-law Xiao came, and he didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly: "Who made the sweet and sour loin last night?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the people in the entire imperial dining room were stunned, this is not obvious to Wang Fugui, why did he run out to ask again.

The head chef was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "It's Wang Fugui." ”

"Yes." Gonggong Xiao looked at the imperial chefs behind him and swept past them one by one, "Not the other one of you?" ”

Wang Fugui realized that something was wrong, if it wasn't himself last night, and he admitted that it was himself, wouldn't he be guilty of bullying the king. However, he was the one who made sweet and sour tenderloin last night.

"Father-in-law Xiao, the sweet and sour tenderloin at dinner yesterday was really made by a slave. The slave didn't lie, so many people in the imperial dining room were watching at that time. Wang Fugui was so anxious that a thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Father-in-law Xiao grasped the point, "It's not the sweet and sour loin for dinner, but the sweet and sour loin made at the moment." Did you make that one? ”

Wang Fugui couldn't stop touching the cold sweat on his forehead, and his voice trembled a little, "No, it's not a slave." ”

"If any of you does it, make another one now, and there will be a reward. There's nothing to worry about. Grandpa Xiao's sharp gaze swept towards the imperial chef present.