The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

As the sun rose, more and more sedan chairs appeared in front of Wang Que's Yingyue Mansion, and more and more people gave gifts.

Even though the housekeeper Lao Lu clearly said that Wang Que could not show up, these people still had to send gifts.

Boxes and carts of gifts were transported into the mansion, and the names of people who were enough to shake the imperial capital were all recorded.

Who gave how much, who left what message, all were recorded exactly.

Unlike the bustle at the door, the main attic was extremely quiet.

The attic courtyard had an isolation formation, which was said to be able to isolate all investigations, but Wang Que did not believe it, but it did not matter, after all, who dared to release the power of the soul to investigate, the formation could also warn.

"Ah~" In the pavilion in the courtyard, Wang Que was lying on a recliner and exhaled a long breath. He was holding his "little girl" and admiring the snow outside the pavilion.

It was January 27th, the weather was getting colder, and the frequency of snowfall was getting higher and higher.

"What should we eat at noon?" Wang Que turned his head to look at Mo Lingqing who was making clothes next to him: "Madam, what do you want to eat?"

Mo Lingqing said lightly: "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat."

She was upset after making clothes all morning. She didn't learn how to sew clothes, but now Xiaoying needs clothes that fit her...

Wang Que glanced at the robes that Mo Lingqing was still tinkering with: "Madam, save some energy, and ask the servants to come and make a hundred sets for Xiaoying later."

Mo Lingqing thought for a moment and threw the clothes in her hand aside: "It's not impossible."

Wang Que smiled when he saw this: "Then what should we eat at noon?"

Mo Lingqing said: He took a sip of the hot tea on the table: "I don't know, I don't want to eat anything, they all taste the same."

Wang Que thought for a while, turned his head and looked at Huang Xiaozhu who was still practicing boxing in the yard: "Zhu Zi, come here."

Huang Xiaozhu slowly put away his fists when he heard the voice: "Hey, here comes the young master."

Quickly ran to the pavilion: "Young master, what's the matter?"

Wang Que teased the little girl lying in his arms and smiled faintly: "Go to the kitchen to see what vegetables and meat there are, and it would be best to see if there is mutton."

"Okay!" Huang Xiaozhu nodded: "Any other instructions?"

"No, go and see."

"Okay, I'll go now." Huang Xiaozhu said and ran away at a very fast speed.

Half an hour later, in the kitchen of Yingyue Mansion.

This kitchen is very large, covering at least ten acres of land!

"Who is the boss here?" Huang Xiaozhu shouted directly after arriving in the kitchen.

These people had never seen Huang Xiaozhu, but they had seen other servants in the mansion. Since they didn't know Huang Xiaozhu, it meant that the young man must be the master's man.

Thinking of this, the head chef and others came over with a smile.

"Sir, I am the chef here. Please give me your orders."

Huang Xiaozhu had never felt such awe-inspiring treatment. He blushed and pretended to be calm, saying, "I am not a sir. My name is Huang Xiaozhu. You can call me Zhuzi."

"I am the young master's subordinate. My young master asked me to see what vegetables and meats we have here."

The chef still greeted him with a smile: "So it's Master Zhuzi, Master Zhuzi, we have all kinds of vegetables here. As long as the master can name it, we can make it for you."

Huang Xiaozhu thought for a while: "No, no, my young master means vegetables, green vegetables, not cooked dishes."

The chef nodded: "We have all kinds of vegetables here, even green vegetables that grow only in summer, we have them!"

Huang Xiaozhu nodded: "Then what kind of meat do you have here?"

The chef smiled and said: "The master Whatever meat you want, we have it, all ready, all freshly killed!"

"Do you have mutton? My young master specifically mentioned mutton."

"Mutton?" The chef's smile froze: "Master Zhuzi, we have all kinds of meat here, but no mutton. Mutton is too fishy and difficult to handle."

"No matter what means we use to handle it, mutton will still be fishy. This meat is inedible. This meat is also the cheapest. This meat is the meat that the lowest people in our imperial capital will choose to eat."

Huang Xiaozhu didn't care about these. He just said: "My young master said that he wanted mutton."

The chef was shocked: "No problem, absolutely no problem! Yes, we have it! Give us an hour, and we can definitely get freshly killed mutton!"

Huang Xiaozhu nodded and took out the communication jade card. He is now at the third level of Qi Refining and can also use some soul power.

He fiddled with the communication jade token a few times in a very unfamiliar way. When he knew Wang Que's communication mark, he shouted in public: "Master, we have all the vegetables and mutton, but it will take an hour."

After a few breaths, Wang Que's message came back, and Wang Que's voice was lazy: "Tell them to prepare lettuce, green vegetables, spinach, coriander, and sea cucumber.”

“Then let them prepare pork, tender beef, tender mutton, chicken, tripe, tripe and other beast meat, sixteen plates each.”

“Pork should be sliced ​​with fat and lean meat, chicken is not necessary, other meats should be sliced ​​thinly, oh, wash the tripe, be sure to clean it.”

“In addition, crush the peanuts, crush the sesame seeds, and prepare some dried chili peppers, some crushed and some not, and then peanut oil, sesame oil, and fresh red peppers of onion, ginger, garlic and garlic.”

“That’s all, let them prepare it as soon as possible and send it over.”

When the message ended, Huang Xiaozhu looked up at the chefs: “Did you hear it clearly? Do you want to hear it again?”

The head chef was confused and stuttered: “Wait, wait, Master Zhuzi, we know pork, beef and mutton, but can tripe and tripe be eaten? We don’t know how to do it, we haven’t even heard of eating it. ”

“Other dishes are fine, we have them all, except for this tripe…”

Huang Xiaozhu was also confused, he just said: “Anyway, this is what my young master asked for, I don’t know how to do it, you guys do it.”

The head chef reached out and pulled Huang Xiaozhu’s arm: “Master Zhuzi, tripe, how do you clean it? Can that thing really be eaten?”

Huang Xiaozhu shook his head: “I don’t know, but since the young master asked for it, you’d better do it this way. My young master and young mistress have bad tempers, and they will kill people if someone interrupts them.”

The head chef swallowed his saliva and sweated on his forehead. He thought that he had learned cooking for eighty years, and this was the first time he heard that tripe could be eaten…

Adjusting the hat on his head, the head chef shouted in a low voice: “What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and deal with the dishes that the master wants!”

“You all heard what Master Zhuzi said just now. If you can’t do it within an hour, you will all lose your heads with me! "

Huang Xiaozhu didn't leave, but watched them busy in the kitchen.

In the attic courtyard, Wang Que carried his little girl out of the pavilion with one hand. He looked around, and finally flew to the ninth floor attic and looked outside the fence.

Standing here, he could see the gate of Yingyue Mansion in the far distance. At this moment, there were still people coming and going there, and carriages pulled treasure chests into the door.

Laughing loudly, Wang Que put the tea table in the attic hall into the storage ring, and then waved his hand, and a large round table appeared.

Looking at the storage ring, he found that his pots and pans were gone without knowing when.

After a little thought, he waved his hand to form a spiritual pot.

Looking at the pot, Wang Que frowned slightly. He always felt that this pot did not fit the current mood of wind and snow.

Looking at the storage ring again, his eyes lit up after a moment..........