So that's it!

Chen Zhong understood after hearing this.

Next, Chen Zhong led her to the kitchen according to Song Qing's request. And along the way, Song Qing also knew a lot of things about the Prime Minister's Mansion from the housekeeper's mouth.

The entire Prime Minister's Mansion, except for the guards, is the little maid, in short, the cleaning, cooking, raising flowers and grass, these are all men.

That's right!

It's all men.

“……”

So, big guy, do you really have an official match?

Song shook his head lightly, what was he thinking, before Prime Minister Zhao Cheng in history met his wife, he was really not close to women.

Or should it be said that he has weak feelings and is a cold person. And after meeting his wife, the prime minister became a favorite wife boss in history through the ages.

Speaking of which, Song Qing grew up listening to the lingering love story between the two of them.

His official match is ...... But...... But what?

Song Qing couldn't help frowning.

What the heck? I feel very clear, and I know it. But when Song Qing found out that she wanted to know his official name, she found that she couldn't remember it.

She can't remember!

Song Qing subconsciously reached out and grabbed a handful of hair.

This, what the hell.

It's like, without thinking about this question, she remembers it very clearly, but when she thinks about it, she can't remember who his official partner is. It always felt like there was a force in the dark that prevented her from remembering this.

Forget it, since you can't think of it, then forget it, there is a good saying, there will always be when it should appear.

The cold expression of the third master and the gaze of the frozen man appeared in his mind. So what would it be like if he was emotional?

In other words, what does the big guy look like when he spoils his daughter-in-law?

Thinking of this, Song Qing felt a very sour feeling in his heart.

Stop, what the hell is she thinking!

Reaching out and rubbing his forehead, Song Qing continued to follow the housekeeper.

In fact, there is still a woman in this prime minister's mansion today.

That's right, there is only one woman in the entire Prime Minister's Mansion now, and that is the housekeeper's wife. She lives in the Prime Minister's Mansion with the housekeeper, and is usually responsible for buying all kinds of things.

As for the housekeeper's son, he is naturally on an errand under the third master now. However, his son has already married and bought a property outside the house.

In this way, these people who follow the big guy are treated very well......

After coming to the kitchen, Song Qing rolled up his sleeves and prepared to show off his skills.

Seeing that Song Qing was going to cook by himself, the housekeeper naturally let his wife follow him. Of course, there are also two cooks from the Prime Minister's Mansion who helped.

The chef in the kitchen is a father and son, and one of them looks like a dull-headed teenager, but he looks pretty good? It seems to be called Lu Nian.

Now he has inherited his father's craft, so both father and son are now chefs in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Although Song Qing is not a chef? But as a foodie? She inherited the craftsmanship of her grandmother and mother. So this cooking is definitely well done.

Song lightly palmed the spoon and helped in the kitchen.

Spicy chicken? Mapo tofu? Hot and sour shredded potatoes, chopped pepper fish head? Ants on the tree, stir-fried vegetables, braised pork, and the last pot of pork ribs and winter melon soup.

The smell wafted out of the kitchen.

Just look at the dishes on the kitchen table? The taste should be very good.

I heard that Song Qing was going to cook herself, so I thought she would know one or two dishes. However, after Song Qing really got started, Mrs. Housekeeper knew that people should not be good-looking, which is what it means.

Usually those daughters, who will learn to cook. At most, she can stew a soup or something, so she was instantly impressed by Song Qing's craftsmanship.

Song glanced at his results and nodded seriously and satisfied.

"Okay? Done ......"

……

At the same time, on the other side, Zhao Cheng was sitting in the study upright, reading the official documents that were sent.

The whole person is quiet and serious.

'Rub-' There was a slight sound of footsteps at the door, and then the voice of Steward Chen sounded.

"Xiangye, it's time to eat."

After hearing this, Zhao Cheng glanced at the door silently and responded lightly.

"Hmm."

After putting the official document on the desk? Zhao Cheng stood up and slowly walked towards the door.

Reach out to open the door? Walked out with his feet raised.

When the housekeeper saw Zhao Cheng walk out, he respectfully stepped aside. Wait for Zhao Cheng to leave? Only then did he step forward and reach out to close the door of the study, and then followed behind Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng usually eats in the main courtyard hall of 'Jingshuiju', not the living room facing the door. In other words, Zhao Cheng's usual place to eat is his own yard.

Zhao Cheng is the same as usual? With a serious and deep face, he walked into the main hall with his feet raised.

"Boss? Inside please. ”

As soon as I was at the door, I heard a familiar voice in my ears. Zhao Cheng's feet? I almost thought I was on the wrong track.

At this time, at the door on his right, a familiar figure was standing. The aqua blue embroidered white peony shirt is very conspicuous.

Of course, what stood out even more was the finger prints on her fair cheeks that had not yet dissipated.

“……”

Why does it feel like he's not coming at the right time?

Walking past Song Qing in silence, Zhao Cheng came to the table and sat down. And Song Qing naturally followed and stood next to him.

After Song Qing saw him sit down, he reached out and pushed the rice in front of him, and handed him chopsticks.

"Third master, please use it."

“……”

The third master's first reaction when he looked at the chopsticks handed over was, what do you want to do with this inch?

"This table is all made by me, and it is all some home-cooked food, you can eat and see."

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at the dishes on the table in front of him, which looked good, but this was definitely not made by the chef of his Prime Minister's Mansion.

Seeing that she looked at the table and didn't speak, Song Qing thought that he didn't like it, so he instantly pouted, and handed the chopsticks to him again.

"It's like this, give me some face, eat and see, maybe you'll like it, I've been busy all morning."

"It's certainly not as good as your cook's, but as a foodie, what I make is still delicious. And for example, this plate of spicy chicken, you must not have eaten it, I like it the most on the outside and tender on the inside. ”

Without waiting for Song Qing to continue, Zhao Cheng had already reached out and took the chopsticks in her hand.

Seeing this, the official who was standing on the side waved his hand directly, and quietly retreated with the cook.

In this way, only Zhao Cheng and Song Qing standing next to him were left in the main hall.

Seeing Zhao Cheng eating spicy chicken, Song Qing instantly looked at him expectantly.

"How's it going, how does it taste?"

Listening to Song Qing's words, Zhao Cheng answered in a deep voice.

"Okay."

Although it is only two words, it already shows that he admits that his skills are good.

"Really, that's good."

"Come on, how about you try something else?"

"This pork rib soup is good, I usually like to eat it."

"And this, you might like this."

"That's not bad either."

……

Listening to the noisy voice in his ears, Zhao Cheng finally couldn't help but speak.

"Quiet"