Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 215
"Grand...princess." The arrogant people saw clearly who was coming, and immediately seemed to be like a mouse seeing a cat, and they stuttered and couldn't even speak clearly.

"You are still not polite when the princess is here?" Qing Yuan said coldly with her hands on her waist.

Only then did the crowd realize it later, and quickly knelt down one by one, and shouted in unison tremblingly: "The princess is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

Qing Yange moved away, and waved her hands leisurely, "Don't, don't, I can't stand you doing this."

Seeing Qingyange's attitude, everyone immediately understood that the princess had completely overheard their conversation just now.

All of them were as pale as paper, with panic in their eyes.

Qingyange paced leisurely, and came to the table where Chef Jiang was sitting just now, and saw that there were two huge lobsters on the table, one of which had been eaten clean, Qingyange There was a cold light in the eyes, and the corners of the mouth were curved, "Oh, which hero eats this?"

Chef Jiang's body trembled like a sieve, and he didn't dare to speak.

The others didn't dare to make a sound.

On the contrary, the palace lady called Mingyue who spoke for Qing Yange just now stood up, and she pointed her fingers, "It's Chef Jiang's food."

Chef Jiang who was named had a cannibalistic look in his eyes, and he gave Mingyue a vicious look, wishing to tear her to pieces.

Being stared at by Chef Jiang like this, Mingyue still looked neither humble nor overbearing, showing no trace of fear at all.

Qingyange glanced at Mingyue appreciatively in Qingyange's eyes, and then turned his gaze to Chef Jiang. His eyes were curved, and his smile was not a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Oh, so it's Chef Ginger."

"Chen... I know I'm wrong, I beg the princess to spare my life!" Chef Jiang felt like a thorn in his back, he knelt and crawled to get close to Qingyange, his eyes were full of fear meaning.

Qing Yange took a few steps back calmly, and stopped Chef Jiang's movements with a voice, "Chef Jiang, I didn't say I was going to kill you, why are you in such a hurry?"

Chef Jiang froze in place, with a gleam of joy in his eyes, "Princess is kind, thank you for not killing me!"

Qing Yange changed the subject, pointed to the messy tabletop, and slightly hooked her thin lips, "Why do I look at that tabletop as an eyesore, Chef Jiang, why don't you clean it up for me."

"Yes, I will clean up immediately." Chef Jiang replied, trying to stand up.

But Qing Yuan scolded: "Chef Jiang, who gave you permission to stand up?"

Chef Jiang, who was half up, knelt down again.

He hurriedly picked up the kitchen waste bin beside him and approached the desk.

Seeing that Chef Jiang wanted to use a rag to throw the two lobsters into the kitchen waste, Qing Yange scolded, "Hey, Chef Jiang, who allows you to waste like this?"

Chef Jiang paused slightly with his hand holding the kitchen waste bin, and asked in astonishment, "Didn't you ask me to clean it up, the princess?"

Qing Yange nodded, "Yes."

Then, her smile widened, "I want you to eat all of these."

"...Okay." Chef Jiang had no choice but to put down the trash can, crawled to the table on his knees, raised his head and began to gobble it up.

Qing Yange propped her cheeks, sat on a bench beside her and drank the tea she brought, staring at Chef Jiang eating without blinking.

She took a sip of tea, and said with some disgust: "Qing Yuan, you see, Chef Jiang doesn't have any sense of beauty in his food. If he becomes a food broadcaster, I'm afraid he will be unanimously criticized by the majority of netizens."

"Eating and Broadcasting", "Netizens", and "Bad Comments", these three "foreign style" words Qingyuan has heard Qing Yange mention them.

She nodded, and echoed from the side: "That's right, Chef Jiang has a fat head and big ears, and his food looks no different from that of an old pig eating hogwash. It's a pity for such delicacies."

The words of the master and the servant were very vicious, as if a piece of ice had pierced Chef Jiang's heart.

Chef Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was flushed, he only felt the strangeness in other people's eyes, he wished he could bury his head in the plate.

During the whole process of eating the lobster, Chef Jiang only felt humiliated. He wiped out the remaining lobster at the fastest speed in history, puffed his cheeks and said, "Princess, I'm done eating."

Qingyange handed the teacup to Qingyuan's hand, with the corners of her mouth curved, she said again: "I let you eat them all, didn't you hear clearly?"

Chef Jiang said innocently, "I'm done eating."

At the end, he held up the bare plate, "Look, princess, there's nothing in it."

Qingyange pointed to the pile of lobster shells that looked like a hill, smiling like a flower, "What about these things? They are all treasures, they can replenish calcium, Chef Jiang, you can't waste them."

Chef Jiang slightly opened his pupils, his eyes were full of disbelief.

This lobster shell is extremely hard, I'm afraid his mouth will be full of blood after eating, but the princess actually told him not to waste it!
"What? You don't want to eat?" Qing Yange asked with raised eyebrows.

Seeing that Chef Jiang didn't answer, she smiled again: "Since this is the case, it seems that we can only use the law of Tiancang to deal with it~"

Qingyange turned her head, and called Qingyuan softly, "Qingyuan, what is the crime of talking about the royal family and ignoring the dignity of the Tian family?"

Qing Yuan raised her neck and said loudly on purpose: "Princess, this is a serious crime against the Nine Clans!"

Qing Yange suddenly realized and nodded, "It seems that Chef Jiang—"

"Princess, this lobster shell is delicious. You said that the calcium supplement is indeed right!" Chef Jiang, who was still swearing to death just now, has already started chewing on the lobster shell.

I only saw the words on the corner of the lobster cut his mouth, but he still ate it seriously.

Qingyange cast a meaningful glance at the chef, and then turned her attention to the other kneeling court ladies.

"Which one of you just said that being a nun in a temple is better than being compassionate in the palace?" Qingyan sang and laughed like a spring breeze, and a ray of light seemed to pour into that pretty little face.

"not me."

"It's not me either."

"Princess, we were wrong, we were really wrong!"

……

Everyone wanted to be held accountable when they heard the light smoke song, crying and shouting, terrified.

A cold light flashed across Qingyange's eyes, and she said coldly, "Who the hell is it?"

Mingyue pointed again, "It's her."

The court lady who was ordered quickly shook her head and shouted in panic: "Princess, I was wrong, I was really wrong! I beg you to spare this servant!"

"Qing Yuan, prepare the scissors." Qing Yange tickled the corner of her mouth.

Qingyuan smiled happily, "Okay!"

A quarter of an hour later, the maid with blue hair and long hair had her head shaved, and Qing Yange "kindly" handed over a bronze mirror to the maid.

Seeing her naked appearance in the bronze mirror, the court lady couldn't stand it for a while and passed out directly.

"Come here, send this court lady to Xiangshan Temple." Qing Yange called out to the door.

Two guards walked in and dragged the palace lady out.

"By the way, who else said just now that they were assigned to be military prostitutes?" Qing Yange laughed brighter and brighter.

(End of this chapter)