Qi Ming suddenly turned his head to look at her, his eyes were fierce, like a hungry wild beast that would pounce on her and bite her to death in the next second.
Ankang stepped back in fear, this was the first time she had seen him like this.
Brother Huang has never been very serious before. Although he cares about Fu Sheng very much, he has never been like this.
"Brother Huang, Brother Huang." Ankang looked at him and said calmly, "You, what's wrong with you, are you not feeling well, or I'll call the imperial physician for you first, and ask the imperial physician to come in and have a look."
Ankang couldn't speak very well, and almost finished speaking with trembling.
Qi Ming sat there staring at her, and suddenly repeated her first words, saying, "Boy? Does he have a boy?"
Many people in Lizhou are masculine, and there are more powerful people. Even Qi Ming has many men in his own harem.
Fu Sheng has a high position and authority, so it is not surprising that there are one or two gadgets in the house.
But, but for so many years, there has been no one in his house.
There is neither man nor woman.
Qi Ming and others have asked him many times if he has someone he likes, and finally even wanted to give him and Ankang a marriage, but what happened
Whether it was Ankang or someone else, he rejected them all.
All rejected.
Qi Ming was always secretly happy in his heart.
fair enough.
If he can't get Fu Sheng, no one else can get it either.
But what is going on now
What is Ankang talking about
Is there someone in Fu Sheng's house, or is it a man
Good, good, good!
Ankang was still trembling, but he couldn't swallow the breath, his nails stuck in his palm, and he gritted his teeth, "Yes, he has a male pet. The people in the National Teacher's Mansion said that he was very kind to that man, and peeled the oranges for him personally. Peeling the lychees, doing everything by myself, the man frowns and he will."
Qi Ming smashed the white jade vase that had just been placed next to him, his face was extremely pale, his voice was cold, and he said through gritted teeth, "He still peels oranges for others?"
In person, to a man who doesn't know who, to peel an orange.
Does the man have no hands himself
Ankang was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground with a plop, her legs were frightened, but she still put her hands on the ground, and said reluctantly, "Yes, yes, that's what the people in his house said, Brother Huang, you also Knowing Brother Fu Sheng, the National Teacher's Mansion is not short of money, but he never wears gold and silver like others, and is extravagant and wasteful. But since that man entered the mansion, the National Teacher's Mansion has been spending money like water, and everything is Bought it for that man."
"Brother Huang, he said it when he refused the marriage last time. He is destined to be single in this life. What happened?"
"It's only been a long time since I refused to marry, and there is an extra male favorite in the house! Brother Huang, how can he not take his sister, your will, and our royal dignity into consideration? Lia!"
Qi Ming slowly clenched his hands, fixedly looked at Ankang who was kneeling on the ground, and said slowly, "Yeah, how could he, how could he ignore me like this."
Ankang has always been a tool for him.
A tool to test Fu Sheng. If Fu Sheng had agreed to marry Ankang, she would have gone to the imperial mausoleum by now.
At that time, when Fu Sheng refused to marry, he was secretly happy that he didn't like a beauty like Ankang.
Now it seems that Fu Sheng is not without feelings.
It's just that his feelings don't apply to their brothers and sisters at all.
"That's right, Brother Huang wants to make decisions for my younger sister." Ankang knelt on the ground, and suddenly shed tears, Lihua said with rain.
Qi Ming looked down at her, got up and said, "Go to the National Teacher's Mansion."
Capital, National Teacher's Mansion.
Xie Yu stood in the kitchen and looked at the fire in front of him. He had traveled through so many planes before, and he had done everything, including being a cook, so cooking can be said to be professional.
only.
It's just that he has only been a cook in the modern plane, not in the ancient plane.
He can make fire with flint, drill wood and so on, but this .
Firebox
It's too difficult to call it something else!
Because he didn't control this well, he had already overcooked two dishes.
If it continues like this, let alone that Fu Sheng won't be able to eat when he comes back later, he can directly destroy this pot so that everyone in the National Teacher's Mansion can't eat.
This is too difficult to use!
Can't you just show your mouth and let him stuff the firewood into it
Why are you still moving here and there
The people from the National Teacher's Mansion surrounded the outside, they looked at the smoke rising above the kitchen with unrequited love, and shook their heads in sync with each other.
Why.
It really is the young master of the rich family.
They shouldn't have counted on him.
It's too much to expect him to cook.
Fu Sheng's closest confidants were also standing outside, with complicated expressions, not knowing what to say.
General Shenwei in Yunzhou lived in their National Teacher's Mansion, which is already very shocking. The hand that used to hold the knife and the sword is now using the kitchen knife to cut vegetables, which is even more so.
Is the world crazy, or are they crazy
If they hadn't seen the portrait, they really couldn't believe that the one inside was the famous General Shenwei.
"Why don't you call Mr. Xie out, and nothing will happen to him inside."
"No way, what can happen if you just cook a meal, and didn't your lord tell you when you left, you can do whatever you want, and follow him."
"I want to cling to him too, but... you look at this smoke, do you want to cling to him in our kitchen?"
A young man picked up the paper in his hand, looked at the flamboyant words on it, and silently pursed his lips, "Mr. Xie said he is very good at cooking."
The others were silent for a moment, then turned to look at the paper in his hand, then turned their heads back silently, not wanting to look further.
Mr. Xie, is he really good at cooking? They don't believe it.
A few cooks from the National Teacher's Mansion stood aside, their faces full of doubts.
"When I went in to take a look, Mr. Xie was very skillful at cutting vegetables, and his knife skills are very good. It seems that he is really not a person who can't cook. How could it be, how could it be...it would taste like this."
In the kitchen, the burnt smell has already permeated, which is particularly smoky.
Fu Sheng's confidants looked at each other.
Isn’t this nonsense? That’s the well-known Shenwei General. The best weapons he uses are knives, swords, and spears. His knives are superb. He can easily cut off a human head. To him, cutting a carrot is also called thing
It's not about being good at knives or being good at cooking.
Just when a group of people were hesitating whether to go in and call Xie Yu out, Fu Sheng came back.
He was brought here by someone.
Standing behind them now, Fu Sheng raised his eyes to see the thick smoke above, and then frowned, "What are you all doing here, Xie Yu?"
The tone seems to be asking the teacher for a crime.
Like they lost his baby.
Before Fu Sheng's confidantes could speak, the two chefs of the National Teacher's Mansion said aggrievedly:
"My lord, Mr. Xie said he wanted to cook for you. He, he is in the kitchen."
At the end of the speech, his voice became softer and his head lowered, and he didn't dare to look into Fu Sheng's eyes.
Standing there, Fu Sheng's face changed slightly. Not only did he not show a very complicated expression like them, but he raised his brows for a moment, and the gloom between his brows disappeared in an instant. I cook?"
A group of people looked up at him: "?"
They looked more complicated.
The boy holding the paper thought for a while, then handed over the paper, and said in a low voice, "My lord, thank you Mr. He may not have done as well as he said, so please don't scold him when you go in." .”
Only people around Fu Sheng in the family know that Xie Yu is Xie Yu from Yunzhou. Others think that he is just a innocent, harmless little boy who can't speak, so no matter what Xie Yu does, they are very tolerant.
Fu Sheng took the paper and looked down. As he watched, the corners of his lips curled up.
Full of smiles.
[I want to cook for him, can the kitchen be used by me?]
[It's okay, don't worry, I'm a good cook.]
[Does he have any taboos? What's his favorite dish?]
[Fish, I am the best at cooking fish!]
Yunfeng and the others couldn't help shaking.
Master, can you smell the smell and laugh first
This smell, this strong burnt smell, is this something that people can eat
I really wonder if he was bewitched.
Just this burnt smell, is it worth being happy
Are you glad our kitchen hasn't been burned down yet
Fu Sheng lowered his head and closed the paper, put it in the middle, nodded, and walked inside, "Got it."
Yunfeng looked at his back: "It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone."
other people:"."
I don't really want to leave.
Although the master has been so abnormal recently that they feel that nothing in this world can't happen.
They also gradually got used to a master who was different from before, but they still wanted to stay and have a look.
Let's see what the master will say when he enters.
Yunfeng looked at the expectant eyes of a group of people: "."
Well, he wants to see it too.
So, a group of people approached the kitchen window lightly, touched and pinched their noses, and pricked up their ears.
"Xie Yu." Fu Sheng stood in front of the kitchen door, looked at the frowning boy squatting in front of the bellows and smiled.
The person squatting there raised his eyes, his fair face was covered with two black marks, he looked like a cat.
Fu Sheng couldn't help laughing.
Xie Yu: "."
What's so funny.
He got up and walked over, wanting to stretch out his hand to pull him, but thought that his hands were dirty, so he stopped in mid-air, wanting to take them back abruptly.
Fu Sheng directly reached out and grabbed him, as if he had guessed what he meant, he lowered his eyes and said warmly, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of getting dirty."
Xie Yu pursed his lips lightly.
Fu Sheng pulled him to go inside: "How did you make it like this?"