At this time.

Lu Shu sat on the threshold and said: "Old ghost, the arrangement I just made is the prince's arrangement. Just obey his orders!"

The old ghost was a little surprised: "Is that kind of strategy feasible?"

Lu Shu glared at him: "Your Majesty is proficient in the art of war, what do you think?"

The old ghost shrank his neck: "That will definitely work!"

"Hahaha......"

Everyone in front of the hall burst into laughter again.

But, is it really possible?

This kind of defense method is unheard of!

Old ghost, I have no idea!

In the inner courtyard of Wubao.

at this time.

Everyone in the Sima Mansion smelled the aroma of barbecue coming in from outside, and felt the burning hunger burning in their stomachs!

Sima Lan is already hungry!

She held her pretty face, sat on the horse stool, and asked feebly: "Xiao Ge, why don't we have noodles with Prince Huang?"

now.

Sima Ge's fair face was covered with pot ash. He gritted his teeth and stir-fried the beef in the pot vigorously, as if he was competing with him: "You are the second young lady of Sima Mansion and the future princess. How can you squat with a group of big-headed soldiers?"

Let’s eat noodles together?”

"What's more, the young lady has lived in fine clothes since she was a child, and her vulgarity will definitely not be able to enter her mouth!"

"The food the lady wants to eat must be exquisite."

"Those who make food must be chefs!"

"Miss, did I do the right thing?"

"Gulu..."

Sima Lan's stomach growled with hunger, and he agreed half-heartedly: "You did the right thing!"

However, she looked at the beef rolling in the pot and couldn't help but ask: "Chef Xiao Ge, why is your beef so black?"

Sima Ge said coldly: "It's because this is the meat of a black cow!"

The veins in the corners of Sima Lan's eyes twitched violently: "Black cows only have black hides, shouldn't their meat be red?"

A hint of stubbornness appeared at the corner of Sima Ge's mouth: "This one is special, the flesh is also black."

"Why......"

Sima Lan sighed quietly: "Then why does it emit a burnt smell?"

"Why does your unique black beef have flames?"

Speaking of which.

"boom......"

The butter in the pan is on fire!

Sima Ge was shocked. He quickly picked up the gourd and ladle from the side and poured water to put out the fire.

"Boom boom boom..."

The fire is much more intense!

Sima Lan quickly picked up the pot lid and covered the pot heavily without fear of the fire.

Suddenly.

The fire in the pot was cut off from oxygen - it went out!

"Why......"

Sima Lan asked helplessly: "My chef, what should I do?"

All the dead soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, all of them hopeless for life.

From childhood to adulthood, they have only been obsessed with practicing killing skills and cooking, which are not their areas of expertise.

What's more, in this era when gentlemen stay away from cooks, men generally don't cook.

This is also the reason why Sima Ge is the chef.

At this time.

In another pot, the smell of burnt rice made the inner courtyard even more smoky.

"Oops!"

Sima Ge kicked out and the makeshift stone stove collapsed!

A black pot fell to the ground, and black and yellow rice was scattered on the ground.

Sima Lan was speechless: "Xiao Ge, how can you get married in the future if you are like this?"

Sima Ge's mentality was a bit broken: "Miss, I am your sworn soldier. I will stay with you forever and will not get married."

"Miss, if you bear with me a little longer, I'll do it again!"

"It will definitely succeed!"

She had a face like a cat, and she wanted to cry inside: "Is cooking so difficult?"

Just when all the dead soldiers were also mentally shattered.

The wounded soldiers walked into the inner courtyard carrying bowls of oily noodles. The smell of barbecue on the noodles made everyone salivate.

Xiaobai looked at the messy inner courtyard with no abnormality on his face. He stepped forward with a smile and saluted: "Miss Sima, the prince smelled the smell of cooked food in the inner courtyard and was worried that the eldest brother and eldest sister of Sima Mansion are not good at cooking outdoors.

, specially asked me to send him the oily noodles made by himself, please don’t dislike it, miss!”

The aroma of fried noodles and barbecued meat has made the hungry people irresistible.

Sima Lan smiled with her beautiful eyes and asked with some confusion: "Manager Bai, why did you let the prince cook in person?"

The pretty boy explained: "The prince came up with this oily noodles himself, and no one else knows how to make it. Therefore, this time, only the prince can make it."

"The prince said that we are traveling together, eating and sleeping together. This pasta is ordinary. I hope Miss Sima won't dislike it!"

Sima Lan smiled sweetly: "This oily noodle is ordinary, but if it is made by your prince himself, it is probably the most precious noodle in the world!"

"You have short hands to grab people, but you have a soft mouth to eat people... Your Majesty is really good at making noodles!"

"Thank you, Mr. Bai, for sending me the noodles!"

"Xiao Ge, this is the new pasta given by the prince. Why don't you take it quickly and share it with everyone?"

"yes!"

Sima Ge had a small face and glared at Xiao Bai fiercely: "Thank you, Manager Bai!"

Soon after.

Xiaobai and his guards retreated with smiles.

Sima Lan walked into the side room, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and took a small taste.

Suddenly.

A wonderful taste enveloped her taste buds: "It's so delicious!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she murmured to the oily noodles: "If your bodyguard eats your noodles, they will be so moved that they will die for you!"

"The dead soldiers of Sima Mansion have eaten noodles from your own hands, and they will definitely do their best to protect you!"

"This bowl of fried noodles...is cooked so well!"

“Eat noodles to your heart’s content!”

Then.

She didn't care about maintaining the elegance of a noble lady and started eating in big gulps.

It’s so delicious!

"Xilihulu..."

In the inner courtyard, the sounds of eating noodles and drinking soup could be heard one after another.

The dead soldiers were quite hungry!

Sima Ge squatted at the door of the wing, sucked the noodles hard, and muttered vaguely: "Miss, you can't like him just because he can make noodles!"

"Otherwise, you will become a widow."

"Bang bang..."
To be continued...