Hua Mian was shocked by what she was thinking at this moment, but Ling Ran's next answer made her feel that the facts were even more incredible than what she thought.

"You ask Mr. Jia? He is the chef in the imperial kitchen."

Imperial Chef? However, for people like Huamian who likes to eat, the identity of Imperial Chef is indeed more attractive than the emperor, and he is also an Imperial Chef who looks quite identifiable.

"You should also know that most of the eunuchs who can work in the harem are eunuchs." Ling Ran was not shy about such topics, but it made Hua Mian's face turn red.

"Only a very small number of non-eunuchs who were specially approved by the royal family can stay in the harem, and Mr. Jia is such a person. In fact, no one knows when he was in the palace. He was there when our family entered the palace as a teenager. His appearance has not changed at all in the past few decades."

Although it is not ruled out that Ling Ran looks like he is in his thirties and forty years old, the old man who just now seemed like that at least twenty years ago was like that. Hua Mian doesn't find it strange about appearance. If a person ages to a specific age, the change in appearance will enter a period of slow change.

"Almost all the newly-entered people who have just entered the palace have received more or less help from Mr. Jia," Ling Ran said as he approached the carriage and said, "Even the current emperor was taken care of by Mr. Jia, when he was still in the East Palace, he was also the imperial chef in this palace, and this is the same..." Ling Ran stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up... It turned out that this gesture was common in any world.

"This gesture was also taught by Mr. Jia before. I heard it means a good meaning."

While speaking, the team had already entered a corridor with high walls on both sides. Ling Ran signaled Hua Mian to return to the carriage, and he instructed the soldiers to ride to the front of the team.

After walking for about ten minutes, no sounds were heard around except for the occasional greetings. What about the palace that was agreed to be? Is it such a lifeless place?

Hua Mian quietly lifted the curtain. She thought she would see the magnificent palace, but she saw a pure white palace complex, which was different from what she imagined. Although the white jade is also valuable, it looks a little simple.

"This is the bedroom where the national master lives, and the queen's bedroom is still in an even more inner area."

"National Master?" Hua Mian immediately had an old man who was a villain boss common in animation or TV series. She shook her head, thinking that she would not have any contact with such a person.

"This bedroom was also built by His Majesty when he was in office as a national teacher. It is said that even the design drawings were hand-painted by Mr. Jia himself."

Unexpectedly, the chef was quite versatile. Huamian looked at the Baiyu Palace outside the car, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt. The spire of this building and the various carvings that he saw clearly did not look like the style of this world. Instead, it looked like the architectural style of the Renaissance that Huamian once saw, but it made no sense? Did Europeans travel here once?
Chapter completed!