Incoming Waste Wood: The Demon Pussy Lady of the Evil King

Chapter 18

Chen Moyu was wearing a purple and black robe, her bundled black silk was held by a black jade ring, her blue eyes revealed a slightly invisible lazy aura, and she suddenly seemed to be aware of someone's gaze.

The pretty brows gradually raised, and Chen Moyu looked thoughtfully at the person standing in the corner.

"Ninth Prince, look, is this satisfactory?" A man who looked like a shopkeeper smiled and said, but there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Chen Moyu glanced lightly, "Go to the cashier!"

The shopkeeper's face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile at this time, "Okay, okay!"

Chen Moyu's expression remained calm, and he walked straight towards Feng Qing and the others, "Who are you two?"

Feng Qing and Yuan'er glanced at Croton's eyes.

"Master, they are new cooks!" Croton looked at Feng Qing and Yuan'er, blinked his small eyes, and seemed to have a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Feng Qing's voice was rough, trembling slightly, as if she was a little scared, "My lord, my lord, this little slave is the new cook!"

Chen Moyu looked at it, and then said, "What name?"

Feng Qing was slightly stunned. Does a prince still need to know the names of his servants? He lowered his head and frowned, "Little one~"

"In the palace, you must abandon your own name. This king will give you a name, Xiaoxie!" Chen Moyu said leisurely.

Feng Qing's face suddenly turned pale, you are Xiao Xie, your whole family is Xie Zi, shit, even though I thought so in my heart, I still said respectfully, "Yes!"

It wasn't until Chen Moyu turned to leave that Feng Qing stood up straight. Damn, my waist hurts to death!
Suddenly remembered something, "Yuan'er, why didn't I give you a name?"

Yuan'er lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, but remained silent.

Croton stepped forward and smiled, baring his teeth, "Xiao Xie, I didn't expect you to be so ugly, the prince can still notice you, you have a bright future!"

Feng Qing shook her eyebrows and smiled stiffly.

After returning to the room, Feng Qing threw off the mask on her face and stared at it for a long while, one eye was straight and the other was crooked. Apart from her nose being intact, her mouth was also crooked.

Phew, Feng Qing stretched out her arms and lay down on the table, sighing helplessly.

Yuan'er stood on the side, usually very silent, but now even more silent, for fear of accidentally bumping into the fire.

While Yuan'er was staring at her nose, Feng Qing patted the table, "Yuan'er, start to move at night, you start from the East Wing!"

His flaming eyes stared straight at the mask, and he stuck it to his face, looking at Yuan'er, "Get over it soon, and be free soon!"

When he said this, his eyebrows were raised, and that strange face became more vivid.

Fortunately, Yuan'er has a good laugh, otherwise she would have burst out laughing, but the people outside the window didn't have such good concentration, she dodged around a few miles away, and laughed loudly, this girl became more and more interesting .

"Today, who made this meal, ask her to serve it!" Chen Moyu stretched out his chopsticks to taste a few mouthfuls, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and asked casually.

"Back to the lord, it's the new little oblique cook!" The waiter standing aside replied.

At this moment, Feng Qing shook her arm. The ancient cooks were really hard to be. The pot alone could hold a sheep. And with that exaggerated iron spoon, after cooking a meal, her arms would It's stiff, and the waist is sore as hell.

Just as she was thinking about taking a rest, she was woken up again, so angry that Feng Qing felt aggrieved.

I knew I should have come in another way.

"My lord, you are looking for the younger one!"

Even though he was reluctant, he still had to continue acting, and he couldn't let his efforts fall by the wayside.

Chen Moyu took a fixed look at Feng Qing, but didn't speak.

Damn, you can die if you say a word, let people stand up, it's sour.

She was slandering in her heart, but her body kept bowing respectfully.

"Get up!" Chen Moyu finally spoke.

Feng Qing exhaled, and glanced at him, what are you doing, call yourself over?
"But did you eat?"

Asking lightly, Feng Qing was a little puzzled, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.

"Um, haven't used it yet!"

Feng Qing thought for a while and said.

"Sit down and eat together!"

"What?" Feng Qing was a little surprised, suddenly raised her head, and saw Chen Moyu staring at her with those blue eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up like nothing, a little familiar, yet a little strange.

Feng Qing paused, then obediently sat on the other side of the table, glanced at Chen Moyu, he ignored himself, and ate gracefully.

Feng Qing picked up the chopsticks, looked up at Chen Moyu, and took another bite of the dish. Hundreds of thousands of why came to her mind, why did he let herself eat?Why just yourself?Why don't you say a word?Why? ? ?
After eating and drinking enough, Chen Moyu seemed to have forgotten Feng Qing on the corner of the table, wiped the corners of his lips, stood up, and left.

Feng Qing watched all the maids and servants look at her with envy and hatred, got up all by herself, and ran out in a hurry. When she was about to sleep, she didn't figure out what Chen Moyu meant.

"Change the pot and spoon in the kitchen!" Chen Moyu ordered a slave who was following him.

Xiaonu looked up at Chen Moyu, a little puzzled, "Yes!"

When did the prince pay attention to the kitchen, the master's heart is not something the slaves can guess.

After a few days, the Nine Emperor's Mansion was bustling, and the maids and servants could be heard talking everywhere, "Do you know that the status of that ugly cook is only inferior to that of the prince!"

"I really don't know, what does the lord think, why does he pay so much attention to an ugly cook?"

"Yes, yes! Could it be~"

"How is it possible, what kind of appearance is the prince!"

"What's the matter?"

"Could it be that the food cooked by the ugly cook is really delicious, conquering the palate of the prince?"

"It's possible, let's go, let's see if there is any pot bottom left!"

A group of people hurried to the kitchen. Fortunately, there was some left over, and they grabbed it and stuffed it into their mouths, and their expressions turned slightly subtle.

'Wow' Is this a dish, is it a dish, is it a dish?
Feng Qing sat leaning on the eaves, and suddenly remembered, besides the taste, how can you tell the difference between salt and sugar?
It shouldn't be a problem, isn't Chen Moyu's food delicious? Forget it, 'Qian Lei' is important!

Didn't you say that she also ate at the same table as Chen Moyu? Yes, yes, but the dishes at the end of the table are all made by Yuan'er, as you can imagine!
(End of this chapter)