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Then.

Lu Shu sat on the threshold and spoke: "Old ghost, the arrangement I just made is the arrangement of the prince, just follow your orders!"

The old ghost was a little surprised: "Can that method of warfare work?"

Lu Shu glared at him: "The prince is proficient in the art of war, what do you say?"

The old ghost shrank his neck: "That's definitely going to work!"

"Hahaha"

The crowd in front of the hall burst into laughter again.

But, does it really work?

This kind of defense is unheard of!

Old ghost, I don't know the bottom in my heart!

In the inner courtyard of the Dock Fort.

At this time.

Everyone in Sima Mansion smelled the aroma of barbecue wafting in from outside, and felt that hunger was burning in their stomachs!

Sima Lan was already hungry!

She held her pretty face, sat on the stool, and asked weakly, "Xiao Ge, why don't we eat noodles with Prince Huang?"

Now.

Sima Ge's fair face was covered with pot ashes, gritted his teeth, and vigorously stir-fried the beef in the pot, as if he was competing with it: "You are the second lady of Sima Mansion, the future princess, how can you squat together with a group of big-headed soldiers to eat noodles?"

"What's more, Miss has been clothed and fed since she was a child, and that kind of vulgar face will definitely not be able to enter Miss's mouth!"

"The food that Miss wants to eat must be exquisite. ”

"The one who cooks the food must be a chef!"

"Miss, am I doing the right thing?"

"Gollum"

Sima Lan's stomach was growling with hunger, and she agreed with the wrong mouth: "You did the right thing!"

However, she looked at the beef tumbling in the pot, and couldn't help asking, "Chef Xiaoge, why is your beef so black?"

Sima Ge said coldly: "It's because this is the meat of a black cow!"

The blue tendons in the corners of Sima Lan's eyes twitched violently a few times: "The black cow is just that the cowhide is black, shouldn't the meat be red?"

The corners of Sima Ge's mouth hooked up a hint of stubbornness: "This head is more special, and the meat is also black." ”

"Hey"

Sima Lan sighed faintly: "Then why does it emit a burnt smell?"

"Why is there a flame in your unique black beef?"

That's it.

"Boom"

The butter in the pan is on fire!

Sima Ge was shocked, and picked up the gourd scoop from the side with vigorous skills, and poured water to extinguish the fire.

"Boom Boom"

The fire is much more intense!

Sima Lan hurriedly picked up the lid of the pot, and was not afraid of the fire, and covered the pot heavily.

Suddenly.

The fire in the pot is cut off from oxygen - extinguished!

"Hey"

Sima Lan asked helplessly: "My chef, what should I do?"

The dead looked at each other, and they all had nothing to love.

From childhood to adulthood, they only indulged in killing skills, cooking and cooking, which is not their field of expertise.

What's more, in this era when gentlemen are far away from cooking, men generally don't cook.

This is also the reason why Sima Ge is in charge of the kitchen.

Then.

In the other pot, the smell of burnt rice made the inner courtyard even more smoky.

"Oops!"

Sima Ge kicked out, and the makeshift stone stove collapsed!

A black pot fell to the ground, and the black and yellow rice was scattered all over the ground.

Sima Lan was speechless: "Xiao Ge, how can you marry in the future?"

Sima Ge's mentality collapsed a little: "Miss, I am your dead soldier, I want to follow you for the rest of my life, and I will not marry." ”

"Miss, bear with me, I'll do it again!"

"It will work!"

Her face was like a cat, and she wanted to cry in her heart: "Is it so difficult to cook?"

Just when the mentality of the dead people also collapsed.

The wounded soldiers walked into the inner courtyard with bowls of oily noodles, and the smell of barbecued meat on their faces made everyone salivate.

Xiao Bai looked at the messy inner courtyard, his face was not different, and he stepped forward with a smile and saluted: "Miss Sima, the prince smelled the paste smell of food in the inner courtyard, and he was worried that the eldest brother and sister of Sima Mansion were not good at cooking in the wild, so I specially asked me to send him the oily noodles made by himself, please don't dislike it, Miss!"

The smell of oily noodles and barbecued meat has made the hungry people irresistible.

Sima Lanmei smiled and asked a little puzzled: "Manager Bai, why did you let the prince cook himself?"

Xiao Baimian explained: "This oily noodles were figured out by the prince himself, and no one else would do it, so this time it can only be made by the prince." ”

"The prince said, fellow travelers, eat and sleep together, this pasta is ordinary, I hope Miss Sima will not dislike it!"

Sima Lan smiled: "This oily noodles are ordinary, but they are made by your prince, I am afraid they are the most precious noodles in the world!"

"Thank you, Mr. Bai, for sending noodles!"

"Xiao Ge, this is a new pasta given by the prince, why don't you take it quickly and share it with everyone!"

"Yes!"

Sima Ge had a small face and glared at Xiao Bai viciously: "Thank you, Manager Bai!"

Soon after.

Xiaobai retreated with a smile on his guards.

Sima Lan walked into the wing, her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity, she picked up the chopsticks on the table and tasted it a little.

Suddenly.

A wonderful taste enveloped her taste buds: "It's delicious!"

The corners of her mouth hooked up a vague smile, and she muttered to herself at the oily face: "Your guards will be very moved to eat your noodles and serve you to death!"