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In the end, Zhan Xiaolou stayed behind. She couldn't guarantee that she could return to the capital alone, so she decided to stay and wait for Jing Hong to arrange someone to send her away.

The dishes on the first floor were very exquisite. It was like the Art of Thorn that only looked at its appearance. The appearance was exquisite, but the taste was very ordinary!

In all the years she had been in this country, Zhan Xiaolou had never treated her stomach unfairly. Even though she didn't know how to cook, she could still teach people how to cook!

The lunch allowed Zhan Xiaolou to figure out the culinary skills of the first floor at the first possible moment. Therefore, she had been observing the distribution of the first floor all afternoon.

At the end of the day, Zhan Xiaolou successfully found the kitchen of the first floor. However, she did not expect that she would see Jing Fu here.

"Why are you here?"

When Zhan Xiaolou saw Jing Fu, he was wearing his apron and focusing on looking at the pot of soup in front of him.

"Let me take a look."

Zhan Xiaolou's original plan was very good. After all, she was a guest of the first floor. If she came to the kitchen to make some requests, the servants of the first floor wouldn't reject her.

But now that she had come, she found that Jing Wen was here.

The host was here. Would she be stopped if she offered to instruct the kitchen people in cooking?

And this Jing Fu, would he mock her? After all, this was their territory!

Looking at Jing Fu who was concentrating on cooking the broth, Zhan Xiaolou felt that she could not understand the art anymore. It seemed that the so ethereal Jing Wen would actually appear in this kitchen shrouded in fireworks.

"Oh, then take a look."

Jing Fu looked at the soup seriously, but he didn't raise his head to look at Zhan Xiaolou. Other than the time when Zhan Xiaolou appeared in front of him, he had been focusing on the claypot in front of him.

"Are you cooking soup?" Give it to your big brother? "

Zhan Xiaolou was standing not far from the claypot. The fragrance coming from the claypot made him salivate. How fragrant!

However, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out along with the fragrance.

At first, Jing Fu did not want to bother with Jing Hong because their relationship wasn't very good. However, after he had examined Jing Hong's body condition in the morning battle, he started to think about what he could do for his big brother.

Jing Fu's health was not good, because he could not practice martial arts, his cooking skills were very good, and his cooking skills were even better. Therefore, after lunch, he came to the kitchen to prepare some soup for his big brother.

As soon as he thought of the medicinal ingredients added into the pot, he immediately explained himself. After calming himself down, Jing Fu said to Zhan Xiaolou, "Godly Doctor, look at the medicinal ingredients in my soup, are they right?"

It was said that he had been ill for a long time, and that he had been poisoned for many years, so he had some understanding of the herbs. Originally, he didn't want to consult with Zhan Xiaoluo who didn't like him, so he prepared the herbs himself.

But now, Zhan Xiaolou had voluntarily delivered himself to his doorstep. Furthermore, Zhan Xiaolou's expression was too easy to understand. From that drooling expression, one could tell that Zhan Xiaolou loved to eat.

It just so happened to be him. His craftsmanship was pretty good!

"Let me take a look!"

With these words, Zhan Xiaolou reached out and took the wooden spoon in Jing Fu's hand. He scooped up a spoonful of soup and sniffed it.

"That's right, the ingredients are all right. It's just that it's about time. If we continue cooking, it will be over!"

Zhan Xiaolou put down the wooden spoon and sighed regretfully. She couldn't afford to drink the medicinal ingredients that were placed in the pot of soup.

As soon as Jing Fu heard Lou Cheng say he was ready, he immediately removed the claypot from the fire. After careful observation, he found that the soup was indeed ready.

He quickly scooped up a bowl of soup. From one look to the next, it was obvious that he was the one who did this a lot. His movements were controlled, and he didn't panic at all.

It wasn't that he wanted to provoke Zhan Xiaolou, but at this moment, Zhan Xiaolou's gaze was too terrifying. That gaze directed at the pot of soup was too terrifying!

Seeing Jing Fu stop, Zhan Xiaolou looked at him in confusion. She couldn't finish the soup, so what was she doing stopping in front of her?

"Did you lure her?" Humph! Bad guy!