Mr. Xiahou
Little Pigeon turned his head stiffly following her gaze, and happened to meet Xiahou Jinnian's coal-black face.
"Hahaha - Mr. Xiahou, what a coincidence, you are here too?" Little Pigeon smiled with a paralyzed face.
However, how could Xiahou Jinnian be so easy to kill? For the first time in his life, he was ignored by others. Good! very good! very good!
Just when he was about to show off his power, Lin Bao dragged the little pigeon away, not forgetting to wave to him: "Mr. Xiahou, we won't disturb you anymore, take your leave-"
“…”
He had a dark look on his face, gritted his teeth and looked at the two people's leaving figures bitterly.
-You are such a good little bun. You dare to provoke me repeatedly. If he doesn’t teach her a lesson later, his surname will not be Xiahou!
*
On the way to the imperial dining room, Little Pigeon looked at Lin Bao with great admiration and said, "I finally know why you were selected into the Chaoyang Palace."
"Um?"
Lin Bao blinked, not quite understanding what he meant.
Little Pigeon shook her head helplessly and said: "On the night I entered the palace, you slept outside. As a result, we all got rashes but you didn't. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but I didn't expect that you are not afraid of power at all. Even Mr. Xiahou There’s nothing you can do about it, I guess it’s destiny.”
Destined somewhere
Lin Bao chuckled. She was born into a wealthy family and had long been accustomed to power. But now it seems that these powers are nothing but bullshit. The so-called fate is all in her own hands.
However, even the little pigeon wouldn’t understand this.
She quickened her pace and said, "You don't need to call him Mr. Xiahou in private. It's so unpleasant to call him Mr. Xiahou."
"If you don't call him Young Master... then what do you call him?"
Lin Bao curled his lips and said, "Call me Xiahou Little Goldfish!"
“…”
The little pigeon stopped talking and walked silently, but after walking for a short time, he couldn't help but said: "It's so hot now, I'm almost turning into a roast pig."
Roast pig
Lin Bao, a literary scholar, said, "Well—that's not right."
"What do you mean?" Little Pigeon tilted his head.
Lin Bao replied very calmly: "You must be a pig."
“…”
Little Pigeon was silent. He now admitted why Xiahou Jinnian was not as knowledgeable as her. He was afraid that he would not be able to convince her!
From then on, there was an additional article in Xiao Gezi's "Palace Notes": You can quarrel with anyone, but you must not quarrel with Xiao Baozi!
*
Finally arriving at the imperial dining room, Lin Bao and Xiao Gezi saw what a palace kitchen is!
To put it bluntly, it’s just a group of palace maids and eunuchs cooking delicacies from all over the world!
Little Pigeon went to count the meals with her grandma first, while Lin Bao was responsible for supervising the meal preparation.
After finally finding out that Xiahou Jinnian's favorite dish was dry-pot beef, Lin Bao sneaked over secretly, looked at no one around, and casually grabbed some croton flour and sprinkled it in.
"Little Baozi, what are you doing?"
The little dove jumped out from behind her and put its white paws on her shoulders.
Lin Bao was startled and saw the cute look on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand away and said, "What's your name? Didn't you see that I was checking?"
examine
The little pigeon smiled coquettishly, put her hands behind her back, watched her pretending to look at the exquisite delicacies, and said: "It's getting late, let's go back early."
That's true, it would be bad if the dish gets cold and the smell of croton is smelled.