Unbridled Medical Expert Consort: Demon Prince, Be Good

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Listening to Luo Qing’s mouthfuls, the two cooks are afraid to come out.

Usually they prepare the royal meal for Han Xun, even if it is Xi Chu, all kinds of inconvenience, but each meal is at least ten or ten, a variety of dessert fruit cakes, that is no less. Maybe you have a whim. Today, I suddenly want to eat pasta. I have to eat porridge tomorrow. I have to stay up late for dinner. They are busy and can’t be negligent.

But this Chu Wangyi cooks for his Majesty, actually says one dish and one soup?

This is really wronged by them!

But no way, they are just the next person, they can only listen to orders. Your Majesty will eat this West Chu woman to get things, they can only help.

Soon, Luo Qingyi decided what to do, let the pity children help her wash and then cut the dishes, looked at the sky, could not help but ask: "What time is it now?"

The pity replied: "When you return to Wang Hao, is it now noon?"

"Oh..." Luo Qingyi promised himself, noon. She smiled and smiled. She wanted to have lunch and had to eat comfortably. It was not so easy.

At this time, Han Xun was hungry and hungry in the flower hall.

"When is it all... It’s been two or three hours, and it’s not good to have a meal.” Han Xun was helpless in his heart, looking at the distance, feeling dizzy and barking in the belly.

Usually he has a large amount of food, and he has to eat a lot every meal. The imperial kitchen is prepared all the year round. When you want to eat, you can come up in a moment. It’s never been like today, it’s a bit uncomfortable to be hungry, and there’s still no movement.

The person under his command heard his complaint and quickly said: "The master, do you want a small past reminder?"

Han Xun looked at him: "Don't remind me, ask, let me ask."

For Luo Qingying, he was reluctant to use the reminder.

The people under the command heard the words of Han Xun, and there were counts in my heart.

At the back of the kitchen, Luo Qingying was sitting in a chair and resting. The pity around him waited and waited, and he kept staring at the pot from time to time, for fear of burning.

Suddenly I heard the sound of the thumping in the pot, and the pity was busy: "Wang Hao, I will go out and smoke some of the firewood in the stove, otherwise the pot will be ruined."

Luo Qingyi lazyly closed his eyes, and he was confused when he was confused. What a big deal.

Didn’t Hanson say anything, no matter what she cooked, she would eat it.

"What are you eager? Good cooking is to cook slowly, oh, yes, add all the hot peppers." Luo Qing blinked and looked at the two chefs.

Pity was shocked, what, even if it was slowly stewed... Also, it could not be done. Still hot...

"Yes, Wang Hao." The two chefs dare not violate the words of Luo Qingying and can only go forward. Spicy, where is it? They hope that they can't find a hot pepper!

"Wang Hao, are you talking about this?" asked the pity to pick up a few dry peppers.

Luo Qingyi looked at it with a squint. "Well, yes, that's it."

The pity was helpless. He could only hand the pepper to the two chefs. The latter picked up two red peppers and looked at each other. They were all crazy. They had never heard of the soup.

"How much, Wang Hao." Chef A asked, he had never done this soup before, and he didn't know how much it should be put.

"All put in." Luo Qing sneaked a bad smile.

The chef A was frightened, so a lot of peppers that looked like red, should all be put in? This... can this still be eaten? Thinking of this, the two unconsciously swallowed and swallowed.

"This... Wang Hao, so many peppers, will it be too hot to put it in?" Chef B carefully confirmed that she did not say anything wrong? Or is it that they got it wrong?

I didn’t expect Luo Qingqi to get up and take the pepper in his hand. I didn’t even wash it. I put a lot of it in the pot, put the lid on the lid, and went back and sat: “Let you put it on.” Let's go, there are so many things."

"Wang Hao, put so much spicy... Can you eat?" Pity asked, cautiously.

Luo Qingyi looked at her and glared at her like this, terrified.

"Who said that I want to eat? Now I am not hungry, these are for you to eat under your arm. He is not trying to **** craft? We Xichu people are cooking like this, no spicy, I am not happy, I I have to give him a proper point." Luo Qing said with a smile, and if he is hungry, he will go to the pastry to eat.

The pity face is white, the Chu Wang is so daring, his family is so fierce, she will not be pleased, but also changed the law to go to him, is this not a dead end?

After another half hour, the pity couldn't hold back. The kitchen was hot, and her nose was soaked with sneeze, but it must be endured. It was really painful to die. Just out of breathable, Han Xun’s men came.

"Chu Wangxi, the main son assigned a small to ask you, when can this meal be done?" asked Xiaofang with a flattering face, for fear of offending Luo Qingyi.

Luo Qing glanced at Xiaoyan and gestured to the pity. The pity went up and said, "Let's wait, Wang Hao is still cooking. Go back and talk to the master, wait a little longer."

Hearing the response of the child, Luo Qing could not help but secretly smile, yes, the blind can teach.

Really obedient!

"Pity, you brought the bag of things I put in the cupboard," Luo Qingyu said.

"Yes."

Pity took the things over, and wondered what it was. I couldn’t help but smell it on the side of my nose. I felt itchy on my nose for a moment, and I sneezed unconsciously. "Miss, what is this?" what?"

Luo Qing laughed and laughed: "Pity, don't just smell it, this is my exclusive spice, it's big."

The pitiful child smiled and said: "Miss, you...want to eat for the master?"

"Don't worry, you can't die." Luo Qing took it, poured the powder into the pot, and then let the pity son bring the soup up. At this time, the other dish was almost good.

"Okay, tell your master, prepare to eat." Luo Qingyi clap his hands and let other people come in to serve. He went to Hanxun with the child, and Hanson finally saw her out, and the cola was broken.

Busy let her sit down: "Green, hard work for you. Is the meal ready?"

Luo Qingying smiled and said: "Well, it is the delicious taste of our West Chu, just, I am afraid that you are not used to eating."

"How can I not get used to it, as long as it is the dish you cook, it is delicious." Hanxun couldn't help but say that he had never eaten the craft of Luo Qingying. For this moment, he had been thinking for a long time.

"Then let them come up." Luo Qingyi looked at him and said.

Han Xun quickly made people pass the dishes. Luo Qingqi got up and said at this time: "Besides Nalan Night, I can only give you a meal. You have to taste it, don't let me down. Then I will go back to the house. Now, you eat it slowly, and there are still tires in the house."

Han Xun was very happy when he heard the first half of the song. He heard the words "After the fetus" and suddenly felt uncomfortable. This Nalan night... He will give him a corpse corpse sooner or later, and sooner or later he will take Luo Qingluo over!

"The master, the food is coming!"

Luo Qingying stood at the door and smiled, this Han Xun, this has his good taste to taste.

She touched her own pocket, and there were things that were prepared for rectification. For so long, these things have never been used, and now they can finally come in handy.

Luo Qingyan thought so, with the pity to go back to his room, but heard a scream from Hanxun.

"This... how is this soup so spicy!" Han Xun was so hot that his tears would fall.

The people around me were scared to the ground, for fear that Hanson would anger.

"Who is giving so many peppers to the cockroaches?" The people around them didn't talk. Hanson turned to think about it. So the clever and whole person pays attention, not who is his youth?

The hot face is red, Han Xun stares at the soup and laughs and laughs. It is really a soup made by Luo Qingying. She has always been this pungent temper, even the soup is spicy.

Han Xun thought this way, and he took a bowl of soup and slowly groaned. It was hot, mellow, and the mouth was irritating, and the tongue was hot. He couldn’t help but feel the blood retrograde. It’s painful, but it’s endless.

The next person around me really can't stand it anymore. His master's son is still laughing and laughing. He is like a fool. He hastened to come over and cautiously said: "The master, this soup is so hot, or you should not drink it, get angry! Small How about letting the chef back give you a bowl?"

Xiao Yan bowed his body and asked Han Xun. Han Xun glanced at him. Not only did he not appreciate it, but he also yelled: "If you know what, you like to drink. As long as it is the soup made by my family, I like it."

After that, Han Xun simply held the bowl and drank it in a big mouth, and there was nothing left in the soup.

The people around me are all dumbfounded. There are such strange masters in the bottom of the world. It is obviously being given up, but it is so willing to be deceived.

Not to mention re-smashing a bowl, I even drank all of it.

This...this is such a bright red soup, you don’t have to drink to know how hot it is.

Han Xun finished the soup, and did not even take a bite of rice. When he was too busy, he ran to the latrine, and wowed a lot of it.

At this moment, his stomach is like a fire burning, this fire is simply three flavors of real fire!

Out of the latrine, Hanxun returned to the main hall and ate all the rest of the food. There was nothing left.

No one on the side is not stunned and stunned.

In the room, Luo Qingyi also had a good meal. She smiled and asked the child: "Pity, go to see if your family’s meal is finished? Ask him, I don’t want to cook for him at night. ?"

"Yes, the slaves will ask." The pity was busy and went outside the door.

When she went out, Luo Qingying wrote a letter on the table. The letter was to be written to Nalan Night.

Han Xun was like this to her, and she was tricked into the remote place of this person. The people in Wangfu found that she had never returned, and she would have to worry about it, telling Nalan’s night.

Luo Qingying must first write a letter to the Nalan Night News to be safe.