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Before dawn the next day, Jiang Xun made sure that the master was still awake, and gently lifted the quilt with his thin lips, then tucked the corners of the quilt, put on his clothes and left.

The people in the kitchen had already lit the fire. When Leng Jiangxun walked in, the others retreated wisely. She glanced at Wang Xin who was standing aside, and asked calmly, "How do you make ice and blood cake?"

Wang Shen shook her chubby body. She didn't understand why the leader declared that they had all been executed, but secretly gathered the people that the leader of Shuangci was used to, and took good care of them, just as she didn't understand why this time Go out and bring her with you.

Now, when the leader asked about the method of Bingling blood cake, I was blessed to the soul and understood.

Wang Xin immediately stepped forward and took out the prepared red water chestnut, "To make soft, glutinous and sweet pastries, the red water chestnut must be translucent and plump, and soak in cold water for more than half an hour first." She was about to While soaking, Leng Jiangxun took a clean basin, obviously wanting to do it himself.

Wang Xin twitched the corners of her mouth.Turning her head to look at the other cooks, everyone didn't dare to show their anger, they looked at their noses, their noses, their noses, their hearts, and their hearts. She finally understood that the leader wanted to guide herself and did it herself.

"There is too little water." Wang Shen reminded, Leng Jiangxun asked for another ladle of water and poured it all down, and heard another reminder, "Too much, Master, this water for soaking red water chestnut is useful, too much will affect the taste. "

Wang Xin wanted to slap herself to death. She was more afraid of the new leader than she imagined. After all, she almost died in her hands. Just when she thought she was talkative and the leader would slap him, she saw that the leader just slapped him. After a while, he rolled up his sleeves and poured out some of the excess water.

"Can you?" A deep voice exploded.

"Yes, yes." Wang Xin nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and seeing the leader looked over, he said smartly, "This is the time, you can... make the noodles first." When Wang Xin said this, he lacked confidence.

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, the leader wasted three pots of flour, and even his whole body was covered with white powder, and his hair was all white, like frost and snow floating on it.

Wang Xin was terrified, she was secretly calculating the time when the leader lost his patience.

The cook didn't dare to move or laugh, and stood upright against the wall with the well-trained hidden guards.

For the fourth time, when the dough that was almost kneaded was about to be finished, Wang Xin was about to say "It's ready now" with a smile, when Leng Jiang slipped his hand and the bowl of kneading dough fell directly to the ground, and the dough rolled to the ground...

The fat on Wang Shen's face trembled, the words in her throat were swallowed, and she made a gurgling sound. She saw that the face of the leader who was cloudy and uncertain was a little more dazed, and her gloomy eyes before were now full of surprise. Staring wide, the flour on the tip of the nose looks like a naughty child accidentally dipped snow on it, it's...how cute?

The corner of Wang Xin's mouth twitched, feeling that his mind was not normal, but he immediately stepped forward to pick up the dough and handed it to the people below to deal with.She couldn't bear to turn her head away, waiting for the leader who had endured to the limit to have a big explosion, maybe the kitchen would be demolished directly.

But what made her eyeballs almost fall out was that the leader just calmly ordered to bring more flour.

"Let the slaves come." Wang Shen couldn't stand it anymore, "The leader hasn't kneaded the dough before, so he might not be able to handle it well."

Leng Jiangxun pursed his lips and looked at the sky. It was almost dawn, and Master was about to wake up. "Do together."

Wang Shen was distracted while kneading the dough. The Red Lingxue Cake has always been the pastry that Shuangci Cult Master likes. She was promoted to serve the Cult Master because of this cake. How do you like to eat, but once she goes out, she must eat a piece or two of this made by herself. When she came out with the leader before, she dared to tease the leader, and when she dared to ask why, the leader Shuangci always answered gently and seriously Yes, at that time it was said why, the leader said that it is not convenient to do it outside, and the hard-earned ones are even more cherished.

Wang Xin didn't quite understand, but what the leader said was what he said.

But Wang Xin is very clear about one thing, the newly appointed leader doesn't like to eat desserts. When serving in front of the leader of Shuangci, the little leader had to feed him personally every time before he would eat, otherwise he could eat desserts for three days. Chun must have given Tian a big face.

In other words, this pastry is made for the Shuangci leader.

Thinking of this, and the serious look of the leader just now, Wang Shen's fear and dissatisfaction with Leng Jiangxun subsided a lot. She turned her head and saw that Leng Jiangxun was learning her techniques very seriously, with focused eyes.

"Although Master Shuangci said that he wanted to eat Hongling blood cake every time, it would be too sweet to make it greasy, so every time the slaves made it, they would add Hongling water into it, which has a sour taste and can relieve the greasy. "

Leng Jiangxun wrote down seriously, "Yes."

When Qing Ran came down to make tea, she looked at the people in the kitchen in shock. The man who should have died stood aside and smiled, guiding the gloomy leader to do things. Except for the white flour all over the leader's body, maybe she went to the stove and turned around, and some black soot fell on her face.

Qing Ran froze to one side, suddenly she understood a question, last night why did the master say he wanted to eat the pastries made by Wang Shen, the master already knew that Wang Xin was not dead?The group of people who were arrested at the beginning, didn't they... In fact, they didn't all die as the leader said.

But why didn't the leader kill him?

With the leader's possessiveness towards the master, how could this group of people be allowed to live well?Save the master alive...

save?Qing Ran just remembered, she was too shocked to keep calm, she ignored a question, just when she was about to go back to her room to collect her thoughts, when she looked up, she saw a plain figure standing on the stairs, with black hair loose and a smile on the corner of her mouth, She was just in a position to see what was going on in the kitchen.

When Shuang Ci saw the embarrassed apprentice, the smile in his eyes grew wider and wider, but he turned and walked upstairs, looking back at Qing Ran.Qing Ran followed immediately.

As soon as the door was closed, Qing Ran stared at the person who lifted the quilt to lie back, and couldn't help but said: "Wang Xin is not dead, master, are the others not dead too? Should we contact them?"

Shuang Ci was in a good mood, and he was not angry when he heard such stupid words, but instead asked, "Why?"

"Don't you want to contact..."

"Isn't Ah Xun well-raised?"

Qing Ran was a little anxious, she knew that she had done something stupid, so she didn't refute immediately, but pondered for a while.

At the beginning when he realized that the leader had put medicine in the master's wine, the master did not miss the drink and was imprisoned. Everyone was waiting for the order from the master, and the master did not rush in front of the prisoner's day, and finally succeeded He fled, but the leader frantically chased after him. When his eyes were scarlet, the master stopped and did not leave according to the original plan.

Qing Ran supported the door with one hand, slowly raised her eyes, and looked at the gentle and elegant woman. The movements of the man tidying up the corners of his clothes were all elegant and charming. His slender fingertips fell on the skirt, but she wished that those hands fell on her body. of.

Shuang Ci smiled and asked: "Qing Ran, have you figured it out?"