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So Pan Lunchi was asked to investigate again.

"Yes." Pan Lunchi stepped back and went to the door of the royal study, "Your Highness, the saint invites you to come in."

"Thank you, eunuch." The third prince was also very polite to Pan Lunchi.

"You're welcome." After Pan Lunchi bowed and invited the third prince in, he hurriedly went to check what the saint had told him.

"Father, are you eating?" the third prince came in and asked.

The saint just pretended that he didn't know the purpose of the third prince's visit. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Would you like to eat something too?"

"I'm not going to eat anymore. I also made an appointment with the crown prince and the eldest brother to have wine together." The third prince was still thinking about the prince's wine.

Eating with a saint is not as comfortable as eating with the prince and the eldest prince.

"Father, the Gu family has opened a new fried chicken restaurant. The fried chicken and hamburgers inside are very good." The third prince said, "The fried chicken is limited to a daily supply. I specially asked Mrs. Gu to fry it herself." It came out. As soon as it exploded, I sent it to my father immediately. You have a taste."

"Today, I only brought fried chicken. I thought that my father could not eat too much at one time." The third prince put the fried chicken on the table and opened the bag for the saint, while saying, "My father has always been frugal and hates waste the most. . If I buy too much, my father will not be able to afford it and it will be wasted. On the contrary, it will be my fault."

"Yes..." An Zhaoyi answered bravely.

I watched Mrs. Gu fry the fried chicken step by step with my own eyes. It was absolutely dangerous and worrying.

Thinking about it, the saint successfully comforted himself and said to the eighth prince: "He has no intention."

"Father, give it a try and see if you like it or hate it." The eighth prince said expectantly.

The saint has also eaten all the delicacies in the world. At this time, he still couldn't hold back a long "hmm" and said, "That Pan Lunchi is really a talent."

The saint now knew that if the prince and the young prince hadn't reminded him, the eighth prince would still think of the saint, and it would be strange for the saint to be depressed.

"How is it?" asked the sage, "How does it compare to the one bought outside the store?"

"He gave it to the prince and the youngest, and bought it outside the store?" the saint asked again, partly because he was concerned about revealing that he had information about every corner of the palace.

The Eighth Prince swallowed his saliva and said, "Speaking of which, everything I have eaten has been bought directly from outside the store. I have never eaten fried chicken fried by Pan Lunchi himself."

After all, Mrs. Gu is a boss who is very responsible for her guests, so she has to train the cook well.

The saint took a bite of the fried chicken and said, "I am very happy. My sons are all bad."

The Eighth Prince's eyes lit up, "Can't I, my son?"

As expected, the saint knew that I had sent it to Li Mumu.

Much weaker than my original brothers.

In that case, An Zhaoyi can answer it.

When the Eighth Prince heard this, everyone went numb.

The Eighth Prince said: "Because the fried chicken outside the store was sold out, Erchen went to ask Pan Lunchi for help. Pan Lunchi was really smart. Erchen said everything. Pan Lunchi guessed that Erchen wanted to give it to My father ate it. Pan Lunchi didn’t say it explicitly, he just said he would fry it himself.”

The Eighth Prince quickly said: "Yes, they are all made by the chef in the store."

Although I delivered it a little later than the others, at least what everyone else ate was cooked by the chef outside the store, except for the saint who ate the fried food made by Mrs. Gu herself.

Besides, Mrs. Gu is tired of living and wants to do something other than fried chicken.

I hope the prince and the little prince can leave some fried chicken for me.

At this moment, the Eighth Prince suddenly had an idea and understood that the Saint felt that he was the only one and was quite unhappy.

Not long after the eighth prince left, An Zhaoyi also came back and told the saint what I had found out.

"So, it was the prince and the young man who reminded Lao Ba to deliver fried chicken to me?" the saint asked.

The Eighth Prince left the imperial study and hurried to the East Palace.

"Fortunately, the burgers are not limited, so next time I will buy hamburgers and fries for my father to try." The third prince said with a smile.

In the entire palace, I ate relatively early.

"I guess, with Pan Lunchi's cautious attitude, I guessed that I wanted to give it to my father to taste, so I was worried that someone else would do it, so I exploded it myself."

It was precisely because the late emperor was late in establishing a crown prince that he caused a bloody fight among the brothers.

"My dear father, thank you for the reward." The Eighth Prince thanked him and took a bite of the fried chicken.

This is true, but he is so bad to the eighth prince.

If she hadn't guessed that it was for the saint and worried that it would pass through other people's hands, Mrs. Gu would have done it herself.

Even if a sage eats with great care, there is nothing he can do about it.

"Oh?" After hearing this, the saint asked happily, "So, what he gave to Li Mumu was also blown up by Pan Lunchi himself?"

Although the saint knew that he was the last one to eat, it was only compared to An Zhaoyi, the prince and the eldest prince.

The Eighth Prince tasted it and found that it actually tasted a little different from the ones bought outside the store. It was a little bit bad, but there was no limit to how bad it could be.

And now when I go back to eat it, it’s cold.

An Zhaoyi went to investigate what the saint had told him, and at noon he changed people to serve the meal.

"Anyway, I've just finished eating that much, so he's here to try it," the saint said.

The Eighth Prince said: "I tasted it, Pan Lunchi's fried ones were a bit worse than the ones cooked by the cook outside the store."

"My son sent someone to queue up outside the store to buy it." The Eighth Prince said truthfully, "The fried chicken in the store is fried by the chef in the store."

The Eighth Prince thought to himself that after going through all the procedures, there is no other way to enjoy eating fried chicken.

The waiter first used a silver needle to check that the fried chicken was poisonous, then cut a large piece and took a bite first, then put a piece of chicken drumstick on a plate and handed it to the saint.

I still have a few bites of the fried chicken I brought to East Palace.

What kind of status do I have that allows me to comment on the princes?

Only a little bit, I am also cheating.

The chamberlain beside him also gave the Eighth Prince a piece of chicken leg.

By the time I step down, there will be only a few brothers left.

It's as fresh and cold as the mouthful outside the saint's plate.

"He said Pan Lunchi fried the fried chicken himself?" the saint asked while eating.

However, I did not expect that the saint actually showed a look of relief, "Now that the relationship between the eight of us brothers is so bad, I am worried. The prince is a tolerant person. As long as he is willing to follow me, I will definitely treat him badly. Please let me know. The people inside are young and old, but they don’t have any ambitions.”

The saint took a bite, and the crispy sound made the eighth prince hungry.

Seeing An Zhaoyi's caution, the saint smiled, but it was also difficult for me, and continued: "You can see clearly, old and young, and know that the prince's position is stable. Instead of seeking that position, I will follow the prince like a bad guy. The prince will also do it in the future. You've treated me badly. It's worse than winning the competition."

Seeing the saint's satisfied expression, the eighth prince hurriedly said, "I'm just disturbing my father's meal."

Sure enough, the saint smiled with satisfaction, "Old man, what if he wants to try it?"