My husband is a traitor

Chapter 23 Birthday?to offend

Jiang Linlang's cooking skills are very good, and she is very proud of this.

It has to be mentioned that before she traveled, she was very interested in cooking, but after arriving at Zhongxiu Mountain, her incomprehensible master liked to cook...but the things he made were completely dark dishes!
Therefore, she regained her culinary skills, which lasted for ten years.

Back in Lin'an, because of her status as the princess, and when she was on the mountain, she only cooks occasionally. After all, she is going to learn art, and she is lazy.If you can be lazy, you won't refuse.

Speaking of which, when I returned to Lin'an, I only cooked Rong Jue two suppers!

While kneading the flour, Jiang Linlang bit her lip, feeling disgusted with herself as a dog.

Since ancient times, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, although Rong Jue is not a gentleman, but this master obviously doesn't want to enter the kitchen——

Damn cleanliness!
Xiaoqiao helped Jiang Linlang light the fire, and the small kitchen was just the two of them, master and servant, and it was very quiet for a while.

It was the butler's voice outside the door that broke the silence.

"Madam, the ingredients you want." The butler led two servants and put the fresh fish and vegetables aside.

Seeing Jiang Linlang's skillful movements, the housekeeper was a little surprised, but only for a moment, he looked away respectfully.

He bowed his head and asked respectfully, "Ma'am, let's see what is still missing, and this old slave will go get it."

But the housekeeper thought to himself, no wonder the lord doesn't mind his wife, such a rare woman who is both talented and beautiful, can go out of the hall, go to the kitchen, and go to the battlefield, looking around, you can't find a second one in Lin'an!
If Jiang Linlang had an instrument to measure her favorability, then at this moment, the housekeeper's index would have increased by fifty or sixty favorability.

She waved her flour-soaked hands without airs, and smiled very gently, "There is no lack, no shortage, butler, you are old, go to bed early at night, the small bridge here is enough."

Everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion was unsmiling, but Jiang Linlang still had a good impression of the housekeeper.Doing things neatly is also good for her.Hearing Xiaoqiao say that she was seriously ill at the time, and the housekeeper brought the doctor to the door for treatment. At this time, she automatically forgot about the person who ordered it.

Seeing Jiang Linlang's unassuming smile, the housekeeper couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to add a bit of kindness that he didn't usually have.

He said earnestly, "Madam, it's hard work, I still have to make supper at such a late hour. But there are only supper made by Madam, sir, I am willing to try a few more. Otherwise, this year's birthday will pass like this."

Nani?birthday?
Jiang Linlang shook her hand, some of the flour in the basin flew out, she had no time to care about it, she just opened her black and white eyes, and asked the butler, "Butler, did you say birthday? Rong Jue's?"

The servant had already retreated to the door, and the housekeeper felt like confiding to Jiang Linlang for some reason.

He thought, Madam is probably the only person in this house who looks afraid of you but is not afraid of him. Maybe it's because she looks simple and clean, and he wants to see him open his heart...that's why he made an exception and said what shouldn't be said.

Taking a step closer, the butler sighed, lowered his voice, and said to Jiang Linlang, "Yes, today is my lord's birthday. It's just that my lord never celebrates his birthday, and even last year's weak crown ceremony was hasty. At this time of year, your lord's I'm in a bad mood, let alone celebrating his birthday, even mentioning it... I can't."

As if realizing that he had accidentally missed something, the housekeeper's face froze slightly, and then he stopped talking immediately, and said to Jiang Linlang with some earnestness in his eyes, "This old slave is talking too much, Madam, don't blame me."

Then he left quickly.

Jiang Linlang: ...

Oh my god, the curiosity she had just been aroused was interrupted like this?Jiang Linlang was speechless, but glanced at the flour in front of her, tilted her head slightly, and saw something in her eyes.

Birthday...

Rong Jue has too many secrets, eccentricities, and taboos.So not loving birthdays is just one of the many taboos.Curiosity killed the cat, and she should never try to find out why.

"Princess, do you want to make fish soup?" Xiao Qiao looked up at Jiang Linlang who seemed to be in a daze, and asked.

Originally, I wanted to make porridge, and make a lumpy fish soup by the way... However, Jiang Linlang changed her mind.

"The fish soup is the same, the porridge is not boiled, cook the noodles!"

"Ok."

Rong Jue stayed in his bedroom, in the dark room, without even turning on a lamp.

Jiang Linlang was carrying supper, and when she saw the darkly closed door, she couldn't help shivering.

Look, why is it so creepy.

Clearing her throat, she called, "Rong Jue, supper is ready. Shall I bring it in for you?"

There is no response.

She turned up the volume, "Rong Jue?"

Still no sound.

Jiang Linlang took a deep breath, and let out an angry roar——

"Rong Jue, dinner is ready!"

The black line on the roof couldn't help but was almost rolled down by the destructive roar of the lion.

"Squeak-"

The door opened.

The man who blended into the night was wearing a baggy black robe, his long hair was untied, his hands were still on the door frame, and there was no wave on his feminine and beautiful face.A pair of affectionate and cold eyes looked at Jiang Linlang at the door without blinking.

Big eye to small eye.

For a long time, Jiang Linlang maintained a sluggish and stiff movement.

For a moment, she felt that her soul would be pierced by these eyes.

how do you feel...

Rong Jue is particularly abnormal right now?

"Come in."

The hoarse voice was a little less feminine and a little more suppressed than before.

Jiang Linlang was startled by Rong Jue's voice, it's only been an hour, what's wrong with this guy?
She is born with a keen sense of danger, just like now, she laughed dryly, and instinctively refused, "No, it's too late, I'm going back to rest-you hurry up and eat while it's hot, I won't bother you --what!"

While Jiang Linlang was speaking, Rong Jue glanced down at the tray Jiang Linlang was carrying, and saw the bowl of Longevity Noodles that Jiang Linlang carefully prepared, his complexion changed suddenly.

Grabbing Jiang Linlang's wrist, the latter suffered from pain and almost dropped the tray in his hand, but fortunately, he was agile and held it firmly.

It's just that Rong Jue seemed to be dazed, and dragged Jiang Linlang into the dark room, and with a flick of his sleeve, the door was closed.

Jiang Linlang screamed in fright.

Mamma Mia, the story unfolded by God?
"Say! Who told you that!"

In the darkness, although he couldn't see the other party's face, Jiang Linlang's eyes could be seen more clearly with Rong Jue's coquettish eyes.

He caught a trace of fear in it, but more of it was the recklessness of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

Jiang Linlang didn't know why, Rong Jue grabbed her wrist, she could only protect the tray with one hand, she was pushed against the edge of the table, and her back hit the corner of the table, causing her to gasp in pain.

She tugged hard but couldn't pull her hand away, so she gave up and said in an unhappy tone, "Who told me what! Didn't you want to eat supper!"

"Longevity noodles? Heh, who gave you permission to make this!"

Rong Jue suddenly let out a cold snort, and with a vicious sweep, swept off the tray Jiang Linlang was protecting.

There was a bang and crack, and the ground was in a mess.

(End of this chapter)