Ye Lingtian tilted his head and glanced at the plate, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes: "The plate of the Prime Minister's Mansion? Is it? This plate of lion head was found by my friend. The plate was actually the plate of the Prime Minister's Mansion. This is a coincidence. You know, she has nothing to do with the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Liang Xiang smiled faintly: "It's a coincidence."

"Let the chef bring the lion's head!"

Ruan Xin seemed to realize something, so he asked the chef to bring the lion's head. Ye Lingtian looked at the guard's hurried back and leaned on the chair and looked at Liang Xiang and smiled: "It turns out that Liang Xiang also prepared the lion's head today? I'm really determined. If I had known that I wouldn't have brought it."

Liang Xiang smiled faintly: "I am naturally prepared what Mr. Ye wants to eat."

During the words, a guard quickly led two chefs over, but they did not bring the lion's head in their hands. On the contrary, the two chefs were sweating profusely. When they saw Liang Xiang, they knelt down, which made Ruan Xin and the others stunned. An old chef trembled and said, "Liang Xiang, the lion's head is gone!"

When Ruan Xin's heart slightly slammed Liang Xiang's expression calm, the elderly chef trembled and reported the process: "We made six lion heads early as you told me, steamed them and kept them in a steamer for warmth, and let them seep more thoroughly by the way, but they disappeared just now."

The sweat on his forehead fell like raindrops, trying his best to make himself innocent: "I clearly remember putting it in the steamer No. 8. The guards came over to ask for the food. When we opened it, we disappeared. We stayed in the kitchen all afternoon and almost never left."

His expression showed fear and fear. Although he knew that the loss of the lion's head had nothing to do with him, it was difficult to explain this matter clearly. Liang Xiang would punish them if he accidentally did. After all, the lion's head passed by their hands, and now it was gone and there was no culprit. How could he explain it?

"Liang Xiang, it's okay."

When Liang Yiye looked at the lion's head on the table with some thoughts, Ye Lingtian pointed at the exquisite plate in front of him, and his voice came out smoothly: "Your lion's head is gone. I brought a bowl myself. No more or less than six are just enough for us to eat. I'll treat you to this lion's head."

"Chief Chef, the lion's head is on the table!"

At this moment, the young chef saw the lion's head on the table and subconsciously shouted, straightening his body. The older chef raised his head and looked up. Sure enough, he saw a plate of lion's head on the table. He did not stand up immediately, but carefully identified it and shouted: "This is indeed the lion's head I made."

"The side carvings, the tail is left without end."

The characteristics on the lion's head clearly show that the lion's head is related to Chef Liang Xiang. Liang Xiang casually glanced at the two of them, and his voice came out smoothly: "How can the lion's head under your nose be in Mr. Ye's hands? This lion's head was brought in directly from outside by Mr. Ye."

The two chefs were slightly stunned at first, then bit their lips and didn't say anything. They knew that things were not that simple. Then they heard Ye Lingtian smile faintly: "I also invited my friend to make a lion head, but I didn't expect it to be the lion head of the Prime Minister's Mansion. This is a bit coincidental."
Chapter completed!