Ji Chi felt very sad, and urged her with small actions several times, but his daughter was stunned and did not respond.

In the end, Ji Chi was anxious, holding a kind of spirit of being unkind to his daughter and being unrighteous to his father, he straightened up and said, "Ahem, Qiaoqiao, don't you have something to say to the prince?" Then let's say, Chitose is benevolent and won't blame you. ”

Ji Qiao twitched the corner of his mouth.

It is said that tiger poison does not eat children, is her father's "son" too happy?

Looking at the gaze that the unobtrusive master "took the time" to sweep over, Ji Qiao's entire scalp was numb, and in a panic, he answered without a head: "Lord Wang's bamboo shoots are not picked well, the bamboo roots are too dark in color, and they are not pleasant to eat."

When she spoke, she deliberately changed her voice, which sounded much softer than usual, so much so that even her father next door shivered.

Si Xiao Chitose didn't care, and said with a straight face: "Then you go and pick one, fry it, and put less oil."

In one sentence, Ji Chi and Ji Qiao were both stunned.

She said this nonsense, and she expected that even if she made him dissatisfied, at best, she would help pick a bamboo shoot, who would have thought that this master would have to eat it.

Si Xiao Chitose's words frightened Ji Chi to move two steps slowly, and said eagerly: "Lord Wang, you can't help it." The little girl has been stupid since she was a child, and she is extremely impenetrable to cooking, so she doesn't dare to stain the mouth of Chitose!"

Knowing the daughter Mo Ruo's father, Ji Qiao's cooking skills are not only on the table, they are simply arsenic-like existences!

Si Yiran didn't look at him, but just asked Ji Qiao, "Is the food you cooked hard to eat?"

Miss Ji nodded like pounding garlic.

He bowed his head and looked very considerate: "Go and try."

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Ji Qiao was invited to the small kitchen by two attendants, one of whom helped wash the vegetables, and the other was responsible for slicing, and she enjoyed the treatment of the imperial kitchen.

After some adjustments, her mentality has been put in the right place.

I saw her standing in front of the stove with a big spoon in her hand, pouring oil calmly, stir-frying with righteousness, adding ingredients in a broken jar, and finally getting out of the pot with all her thoughts, and successfully stir-fried a plate of fresh and crispy bamboo shoots with the taste of "old dragon bell".

After serving, Y's face turned green, and she kindly hinted that she didn't need to fry another plate.

She waved her hand magnificently and replied with three words succinctly: "No need."

Stir-fry another plate, maybe it's not as good as this one.

When Ji Qiao went back with the plate of "fried crispy bamboo shoots" that had been simmered off one-third, the entire forest was filled with a strange taste that was very different from food, such a flamboyant and powerful "aura" field, even the incense in the Rui Brain Beast was beyond reach.

The prince's diet is very particular, and he must be tested for poison by the internal officials before eating. The father-in-law holding the silver chopsticks pursed his lips, and the clenching of his teeth shook everyone present.

Ji Qiao watched the little father-in-law who tried the dishes chew and swallowed, and she was quite relieved, at least the dishes she made could still be eaten.

But soon Jojo reacted, and she was relieved that it was a little too early - eating and being able to eat are two completely different concepts.

Because, the father-in-law vomited.

The little father-in-law rushed to a green bamboo with a smoke, choked his throat, his face was distorted as if he was going to drive the crane west in the next second, and while he was paralyzed on the ground, he did not forget to explain dutifully: "The slave is not poisoned, but the food is too unpalatable...... Master, you can't eat this dish. ”

Ji Chi on the side was so frightened that his face turned black. While lamenting that it was not good to go out and not looking at the imperial calendar, he said: "The criminal minister and the goddess have no way, and they actually make such dishes, I hope that the prince will forgive the sin."

Si Xiao Chitose still sat steadily, picked up the chopsticks reservedly, and poked the black thing intently.

Then he said to Ji Chi, "It's okay, I just want to see how bad she can make."

The little father-in-law next to him twitched even more when he heard this.