The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Then, Xue Mingyue rejected him verbally.

Not only couldn't he eat more than two pieces, he couldn't even touch the venison unless he wanted to overdo it. In fact, Xue Mingyue had already asked the kitchen to prepare braised pork. The portion was not large, just enough for him to eat.

Lou Zhizhang suddenly heard the bad news and sighed with regret: "Is it really not possible?"

Xue Mingyue smiled and said, "If you want me to change the prescription back to the previous one."

His pupils shook and he immediately said: "No, I won't eat it!"

The medicine he is drinking now tastes almost like a normal decoction, but the medicine from the last prescription is so bitter that he is unwilling to try it again in his life. As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality!

Xie Lang watched the interaction between his grandfather and grandson and couldn't help laughing.

As for eating, naturally we eat at separate tables.

Lou Zhizhang's leg injury has not healed yet. After the first two or three days of the most dangerous period, he refused to be fed by others. He set up a small table on the bed and put the table away after eating.

So much so that Xue Mingyue had to face Xie Lang face to face today.

It was not like she had never dined with Lu Fang at the same table before, and she didn't feel too uncomfortable at that time, but when she faced Xie Lang, she gave people a completely different feeling.

Especially Xie Lang, who really doesn't follow the rules.

Even though grandpa was here, he still had his own way of doing things, saying whatever he wanted. He even wanted to continue the topic of red clothes with her and tried to ask her about her favorite style.

Xue Mingyue wanted to shut his mouth.

Gritting his teeth, he put vegetables into his bowl and threatened in an angry voice: "If you say one more word, get out of here right away."

Xie Lang closed his mouth calmly, his eyes filled with smiles.

He tilted his head towards her and hummed, indicating that he would not speak again, and then slowly picked up the venison in the bowl and took a bite. The meat was stewed with just the right texture and flavor, which suited his taste.

As soon as he ate it, he could tell it was Chef Li's craftsmanship.

Only then did Xie Lang remember that he raised his eyes to look at the person opposite who was engrossed in eating, coughed twice, and when she raised her head when she heard the noise, she pointed at her mouth with her chopsticks with a smile.

Xue Mingyue: "?"

Xue Mingyue reacted in confusion for a while before realizing that he was referring to whether he could speak.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and glanced at her grandfather on the bed who was concentrating on cooking. She took a deep breath and whispered: "Speak, but don't talk nonsense." Finally, she added uneasily.

Xie Lang curled his lips and said, "I did find Chef Li specifically for you."

"Before you and I got married, he was arranged by the Dingyuan Army to come to Yongji to celebrate. At that time, I left him in the city. Later, I saw that you had a low appetite, so I arranged for him to be brought to the Marquis Mansion specifically for you. You use it.”

Xue Mingyue didn't expect that this was what he was going to say.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, paused slightly when she met his smiling black eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said tentatively: "He knows a lot about my taste. This is what the Marquis told him." ?”

Chef Li was arranged to come here not long after she was reborn.

Soon she was promoted to the head chef of the small kitchen because every dish she cooked was to her liking.

The doubts that had been lingering in her mind resurfaced again. You must know that her taste had changed more than a little bit compared to before during her exile in her previous life. Even her grandfather was aware of it.

So, how did Chef Li do it?

Or to put it another way, how did Xie Lang, who sent him here, know?

Xie Lang nodded to her without thinking too much, his eyes were magnanimous and sincere.

"Yes, but no. I told him part of it, and then he figured it out with others."

As for how he knew, we will just cover it here.

Xue Mingyue rolled her eyes slightly and said nonchalantly: "Oh."

"If you can use him smoothly, you can keep him by your side, although I think he is no longer happy with his life." Xie Lang smiled and shrugged.

In fact, Chef Li really wanted to stay by her side.

The Dingyuan Army does not lack a cook like him, but the teahouse lacks a partner like him!

He wanted to stay even if he was being shameless. In order to stay, he even asked someone to write a letter to Xie Lang. The letter was full of messy reasons why he had to stay. In fact, he just didn't want to leave.

Lou Zhizhang pricked up his ears and heard that the two of them had been talking about the chef for a long time. He couldn't help but shook his head in amusement, and then suddenly remembered that many of the dishes he liked recently seemed to be made by the chef named Li!

He cleared his throat and said, "It's not impossible to have more cooks in the house."

Xue Mingyue was hesitating whether to keep someone or not. When she heard her grandfather's words, she suddenly raised her brows and looked over with dissatisfaction.

If you really keep Xie Lang's people by your side, then no matter what you do from now on, won't it be exposed under his nose?

Of course Lou Zhizhang knew this, but it was not easy to find the right cook.

Xue Mingyue looked at him for a moment, and then quickly lost the battle.

She looked at Xie Lang: "I have wanted to talk to Mr. Hou about this before, and I want to ask Mr. Hou to raise his hand and give up Chef Li to me. Since Mr. Hou has said so, I would like to thank Mr. Hou."

Xie Lang seemed to have guessed her choice a long time ago, and there was no look of surprise on his face.

The corners of his lips turned up slightly, and he smiled intentionally: "Then how do you want to thank me?"

"..."

Isn't it usually time to say no thank you?

Xue Mingyue looked at him with a stupefied face, then lowered her head to pick up the rice with an expressionless expression, and said perfunctorily: "Let's talk about it later."

"Well, we'll talk about it later."

Xie Lang smiled and put some vegetables into her bowl.

This torturous dinner was finally over.

It was rare for Xue Mingyue to stay with her grandfather for a while, watching him drink the medicine and then quickly slip away. Before Xie Lang could follow him, he was stopped by Lou Zhizhang and had to stop.

What the two men were going to talk about was not suitable for Xue Mingyue to listen to.

But if she were present, she would find that the two people were talking about Dr. Zhao Cheng, the Zhao family doctor that Xie Lang had mentioned to her in the morning.

Zhao Cheng had been running the Hou Mansion for ten years, and he had certainly done more than those few things. The person standing behind him was well hidden. No matter how Xie Lang interrogated, he could not find out who that person was.

However, he asked about Zhao Cheng's private contacts with the princes.

Lou Zhizhang left Xie Lang behind, and what he wanted to say was this. If you want to know who is behind the scenes, you still have to start with Zhao Cheng, but the method of torture and interrogation will not work.

He proposed a new method: "Take Zhao Cheng to Suzhou."

"You have to go back to Northern Xinjiang to investigate what happened ten years ago. You take Zhao Cheng with you and lay out in front of him how to investigate. Only when you untie his knot will he tell you the truth. "

Xie Lang's black eyes were deep and cold, silent.