The little maidens blushed and stopped talking.

Ye Ziqi glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen, and he was still very well prepared, but the dishes he cooked today couldn't be the same as last time. She looked at the ingredients in front of her, thinking in her head.

Seeing that she had been staring at the ingredients, Mrs. Lin couldn't help asking, "Madam, but what's wrong with these ingredients?" ”

"Nope." Ye Ziqi came back to his senses, "You washed these vegetables." ”

Under Ye Ziqi's instructions, the little maids began to wash the vegetables with their hands and feet, and handled the first process according to her requirements. The little maids once again saw Ye Ziqi's amazing knife work, and this time the dishes were completely different from the previous ones, the only thing that was the same was the color, flavor, and taste.

Ye Ziqi deliberately made more when he was doing it, and gave these little maids a try, and these dishes were well received by the little maids.

As the sun set, a guard hurried over and reported to the people in the kitchen.

"The prince has passed the meal."

Ye Ziqi clapped his hands, "Little beauty, serve." ”

After the little maids had the last experience, they were familiar with loading and serving plates of dishes. When Ye Ziqi changed his clothes and walked to the front hall, there was only one person sitting on the huge dining table.

Ye Ziqi looked at the people on the throne in disbelief, "Lord Wang, where are they?" ”

Feng Jiuchuan said one word coldly, "Busy." ”

Ye Ziqi: ...... (Believe that you have ghosts.) ）

Ye Ziqi sat down beside him, and when he saw his chopsticks that had not been moved, his heart moved slightly. According to her calculations, five minutes had passed since the food was served.

"Lord Wang, is Mr. Kaiyang also busy?" Ye Ziqi didn't mention which pot to open, completely ignoring the traces of cracks under someone's cold face.

"He's busy."

"Oh. Then he's really out of luck. I've been clamoring to eat what I've cooked. Ye Ziqi was gossiping while eating, without even glancing at him.

Feng Jiuchuan saw that she had been eating happily by herself, and she didn't bother to look this way, and that strange irritability surged in her heart again.

"It's unpalatable." Feng Jiuchuan took a bite of sweet and sour tenderloin.

The man who was immersed in eating suddenly raised his head to look at him, blinked his big black eyes, and asked in surprise, "Is it really unpalatable?" ”

She didn't believe it, so she reached out and took a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin, tasted it carefully, and muttered in a low voice, "The taste is right, the sweet and sour is moderate, and the meat is tender and tender." ”

Ye Ziqi looked up at him and said with a smile: "Lord Wang, this dish is such a taste." This one shouldn't work for you, or you'll eat something else. ”

Saying that, Ye Ziqi brought the plate of sweet and sour tenderloin to his face, his mouth opened and closed, and he whispered and whispered.

"It's so delicious, I actually dislike it. It's unpalatable, but it's delicious. It's my favorite dish. I really didn't get along with him, and even the taste was so different. Alas, it would be wise to abandon him. ”

Although the voice was small, someone's ears were sharp and he could hear it clearly, and after hearing her words, he choked.

Feng Jiuchuan's chopsticks crossed in front of her and sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin.

Ye Ziqi looked at the master along the chopsticks, and saw Feng Jiuchuan slowly put it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

"Lord Wang, you're not ......"

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Feng Jiuchuan dropped a few words like gold, "Take a closer look, it tastes good." ”