On the fourth day of recruitment, Zi Yiran came with the precious pet in his arms, smiling brightly at Han Mengxiao with a clean face: "Sister Mengxiao, I have decided, Xiao Yanyan and I are going to come here.
Be a cook!”
Han Mengxiao took a sip of tea and rushed it into her nose. She coughed violently and stared wide-eyed: "Yiran, I haven't heard of you. You want to be a cook here? It doesn't look like you are bringing this rabbit with you."
Rabbits and foxes don’t look like fox pets?”
Hearing her words, the one in Zi Yiran's arms immediately became unhappy, and the fur on his head suddenly stood up. What does it mean that a rabbit is not like a rabbit, and a fox is not like a fox? He is obviously a noble fire fox.
What? What a beautiful mood! He is a divine fox, a divine fox! Alas, I also blame the master for giving him the name "Little Flame". He is so unimpressive that he cannot be arrogant even if he wants to.
!
"It's really interesting," Han Mengxiao felt Xiao Yan's emotions and said with some surprise: "Yi Ran, I always feel that you, Xiao Yan, seem to understand human speech."
"I think so too!" Zi Yiran exclaimed excitedly: "Little Flame is very spiritual. He seems to know everything I say. He will also go to bed by himself and find what he likes to eat. Every day at noon, he will
I ran to the small garden to bask in the sun!"
After being highly praised by the master, Little Flame winked at Han Mengxiao proudly and raised his noble head!
"Haha," Han Mengxiao laughed easily and continued the topic: "But Yiran, why did you want to be a cook here? Do you know how to cook?"
"Of course!" Zi Yiran sat down next to Han Mengxiao: "Let me tell you, Sister Mengxiao, I have loved studying recipes since I was a child, and often hid in the kitchen. Later, I was scolded a lot by my father for this matter.
Times, they always told me that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. As a prince, he can't do such a despicable job. But I don't think cooking is despicable at all. I see those fresh ingredients being made into exquisite dishes by me.
I couldn’t be more happy about the dishes! The chefs in the imperial kitchen are not as good as mine."
"There is such a thing!" Han Mengxiao looked at Zi Yiran with a proud face in surprise, and felt that his appearance at this time was very contagious. After a second thought, he thought of the cold dead man again, and asked casually: "
So, does your second brother know about this?"
"I know!" Zi Yiran said: "It's just because the second brother is protecting me that they don't laugh at me. Moreover, the second brother likes to eat the food I cook, and sometimes he will order me to cook it with a bad face.
I’m giving him something to eat, but I won’t do it, and I’ll make him mad! Humph!”
Zi Yiran's expression was so cute that even Zhu'er who had just walked in was amused. Han Mengxiao was even more happy. Unexpectedly, Zi Yiran actually had this ability to control the dead man, and said with a smile: "Why don't we
How about leaving today's dinner to Yiran?"
"Okay, I'm willing to serve the boss!" Zi Yiran happily agreed.
The dishes came out quickly, three dishes and one soup. The dishes were fried cashews with celery and lily, fish-flavored eggplant, and three shredded vegetables. The soup was a simple three-fresh soup. It looked like an ordinary dish, but it was far from that simple.
As soon as the lid of the plate was opened, a tantalizing aroma hit his nostrils, which aroused his appetite. Han Mengxiao hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.