"Now go out of the palace and buy a table?"

"The high-end restaurants outside have to be booked in advance, and even if they buy them, it's too late."

"Then go to Concubine Jing's palace to borrow a cook?"

"I've already sent someone, and today the emperor is at Concubine Jing's Niangniang, and he can't borrow it."

"Okay, okay, I got it." Luo Ying waved her hand and glanced at what other dishes were in the kitchen, the dishes in the kitchen were newly delivered, but they were still fresh and full of variety.

Let my chef Xiao Luo Ying show her skills today.

"I'll cook."

"Princess, this is unacceptable." The small kitchen knelt down directly, they had been here for more than ten years, and the princess knew that she couldn't cook at all.

"Get up." Now the people in your princess's shell have already changed.

Luo Ying not only knows how to cook, but also does it well, before entering the plane, she often cooked for her parents, but now that she has reached this plane, she doesn't know how long it has been, and she doesn't know how her parents have been.

"I'll go and inform Lord Wen first, and come back later, you cut the vegetables first."

The people in the kitchen had no choice but to respond, and they complained bitterly, the main thing was to burn down the kitchen, and all the people in the kitchen would suffer.

Besides, the princess's cooking, can you eat it?

"Can you eat the food you cook?" Wen Mingchen frowned, as if he was considering the feasibility of this matter.

"Of course you can, don't believe me." Luo Ying made a package ticket, "You eat some candied fruit first, wait a while." ”

"Find me a book." Luo Ying was not in the house, and the few little maids in the house were trembling and bored.

"Okay." Luo Ying walked to the bookshelf and silently thought about what books were on her bookshelf.

"The Emperor's Pampered Little Sweet Concubine".

"The Pretty Prime Minister".

"Confinement Against the Sky: The Cold Prime Minister Alone Prisoner of the Cold Emperor".

"Wow..."That one was given to Wen Mingchen, and he was going to be cold.

Luo Ying looked at the bookshelf, a chill down her spine, and then she found out.

Well? The books on the shelves are all gone.

There were only some books left by the original owner on the bookshelf, so she casually took out a copy of the Book of Songs and handed it to Wen Mingchen.

Wen Mingchen stretched out his hand, took the book, and opened the "Book of Songs" on the table with a well-defined hand.

"Lord Wen, take your time, I'll go to the kitchen first." Luo Yingluo blessed her body.

"Hmm." Wen Mingchen raised his head slightly, his eyes were narrow, and his gaze fell on Luo Ying.

The book under the finger falls on the first page, in black and white, my fair lady, good gentleman.

！！！

Feeling that this gaze was patrolling his territory inch by inch, Luo Ying's back was numb, and she fled out of the palace gate.

A good-looking man is really toxic.

"The chicken that Xiao Wei bought back yesterday, tear it into long strips, put it on a cold cut, and adjust the sauce for me, I want to make a sweet and sour tenderloin, and I want to fry a green vegetable." Luo Ying ordered to go down, and found that the people in the kitchen were silent.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Wen Mingchen standing at the door of the small kitchen, with one hand stretched out and holding on to the door frame.

"I'll see if there's anyone I need help." Wen Mingchen's gaze fell on the water tank intentionally or unintentionally.

The help he said was naturally whether or not to help put out the fire, but obviously Luo Ying would be wrong.

Eating is naturally a matter of work.

"Then trouble Lord Wen, hand the celery to Lord Wen." Luo Ying gave a look to the little maid holding celery beside her.

"Lord Wen, let's help me choose a dish."