The strongest maid of SWAT crossing

Chapter 230

Thinking of this, Ai Lan walked out of the room separated by the screen. Zhuo Jun was about to reprimand her when she saw this, but she told the servant outside the door: "Go in and clean up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, and tell me by the way, Where is the kitchen?"

The little servants outside the door were looking at Ai Lan as an eyesore, and didn't want to listen to her orders, but they heard the sound of Cai Ziyu smashing the medicine bowl just now, and the prince was inside, so they didn't dare to challenge Ai Lan here , After glaring at Ai Lan, he reluctantly went in to clean up, but no one told Ai Lan where the kitchen was.

Ailan raised the corners of her lips, Xiao Mian, you think that if you don't say it, my sister will have nothing to do with you, but what you think in your heart is much clearer than what you say!

Ai Lan came to the kitchen familiarly, and saw Ziyu who was scolded by Duan Wang just now was watching the small stove decocting medicine at the door of the kitchen, his eyes were red from crying, and his beautiful and delicate face was even more charming.

"What are you doing here?" Seeing Ai Lan approaching, Ziyu immediately asked aggressively like a cat whose hair has exploded.

"I'm hungry and want to eat." Ailan said it as a matter of course.

"What are you? Hungry to death, this is the prince's exclusive kitchen, you bastard, get the hell out of here!" Zi Yu cursed while holding a banana fan in one hand and pointing at Ai Lan with the other.

Ai Lan couldn't help covering her ears, frowned and said: "I advise you to restrain yourself a bit, do you know that your shrew's swearing face has made the prince lose his appetite? If you want the prince to see you, you can give it to me." Shut up, you and I will work together to make the prince recover from his illness as soon as possible, and I can leave here as soon as possible!"

"You!..." Ziyu was so angry that she was trembling all over, but she also knew that what Ailan said made sense, so she could only hold back her anger and continued to sit in front of the small stove to decoct medicine.

Ai Lan walked into the kitchen and saw two male cooks sitting in front of the pot with sad faces, looking at a pile of green vegetables and shallots that were obviously picked from the warm room.

The two cooks were about 30 years old, and they looked very fair and decent.

"Uncle, is there anything to eat?" Ailan asked.

The two cooks raised their heads and looked at Ai Lan. They were surprised at first, then contemptuous. They didn't bother to talk to Ai Lan at all. They were worrying about what to cook and present to King Duan.

King Duan was ill, he didn't drink medicine, he didn't need meals, he brought back the breakfast meal that he brought in the morning, saying it was not to his liking, and didn't ask them to make it again, but they were the cooks that King Duan specially brought from the palace , responsible for King Duan's food, and now the master doesn't like the meals they cook, what should I do?
It was three o'clock now, and it would soon be lunch time, and they had no idea what to do for lunch.

One of the chubby cooks sighed, and when he turned around, he saw Ai Lan was eating the plate of spring rolls that Duan Wangchen had withdrawn. A total of five exquisite spring rolls were quickly swept away by her. I squeezed a piece of red bean cake and sent it to my mouth.

"Hey, you are so brave, you dare to touch the prince's meal, I don't want to kill you!" The fat cook said angrily.

The thin cook also raised his head: "Forget it, the prince returned it anyway, we don't have time to take care of this girl, we have to prepare the prince's lunch!"

The fat cook glared at Ai Lan, and then said: "Otherwise, follow the old rules for lunch!"

"That's the only way..."

"For the prince's lunch, let's make simple pumpkin porridge, pumpkin balls and scallion egg cake." Ai Lan stopped after eating the small dish of red bean cake, and said to the two cooks after cleaning her hands, "Don't doubt I'll take care of it if something happens!" In Ai Lan's view, the king of Duan was coquettish, and since he has no appetite for delicate food, let's eat some coarse food.

Ziyu, who was decocting medicine outside, curled his lips when he heard Ai Lan's bold assurance, but said nothing.

The two cooks are used to making complex and delicate meals, and it was a bit difficult for simple meals to start, but they were done quickly under Ai Lan's prompt, but they kept questioning Ai Lan in the process of cooking, that's all Simple?Are there too few seasonings?Can it work?This food is too bad to be on the table!

When Ai Lan went out with the food box, Ziyu's medicine was re-fried. She glanced at Ai Lan and went to Duanwang's residence with the medicine.

Here, King Duan was losing his temper, and the two servants outside the door were kneeling on the ground and trembling.

Ziyu and Ai Lan walked into the inner room one after the other. Wang Duan was resting his head on his hands, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. The perfect curve of lying is fully displayed.

Ziyu swallowed with difficulty, obviously being tempted too much, but Ai Lan cursed in her heart, "Saobao, she's so sick, she's still showing off!"
"My lord, the medicine is ready!" Ziyu said cautiously.

Duan Wang opened his eyes, saw Ziyu's peach blossom eyes flushed from crying, and pursed his lips: "Put it there, the bottle of snowflake dew ointment that the king usually uses will reward you!"

When Ziyu heard this, she was so moved that tears filled her eyes, and she couldn't help sniffling: "Thank you, my lord!"

"Go down!"

"Yes!" Ziyu wanted to say something, but she held back after all. She bent down and saluted and walked out. When she passed by Ai Lan, she warned in a low voice, "It's good to serve the prince, but don't have any extravagant thoughts. Otherwise, I won't let you go!"

Ai Lan raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Don't worry, those of you who walk on dry roads are not easy at all, how can I hinder you from it?"

Ziyu was taken aback, walking on dry road?What do you mean?But soon after recollecting it, his face turned red, and he immediately cursed in a low voice: "Dirty!"

Ailan raised her eyebrows, disapproving, why is sister so dirty?Even if you have done everything, you are still afraid that people will not succeed?
Ailan disdains: "Hypocrisy!"

Ziyu was angry: "You!..."

"What are you talking about?" Zhuo Jun saw Ziyu and Ai Lan muttering together in a low voice, which was an eyesore no matter how you looked at it, the anger in his heart rose again, and he shouted sharply.

"Back to the lord, Mr. Ziyu told you to make your servants take good care of you, otherwise he won't let your servants have a good time!" Ai Lan replied.

Hearing this, Ziyu's face turned red with embarrassment, and she thought to herself, this stinky girl knows a lot!

After Ziyu left, Ai Lan put the food box on the table.

"Where have you been?" Zhuo Jun asked coldly.

Ai Lan raised her eyebrows, turned around and walked straight towards Zhuo Jun, regardless of whether he wanted to or not, she laid him flat again, pulled the brocade quilt to his neck again, and turned the quilt on her side to the inside Tucked.

(End of this chapter)