CH 26

As soon as the words fell, the voice of the young man in a panic came out: “Good cook, I knew that you and Lin Fei were in the same group! Do you know who I am? People? You hit me…”

“Was it you whom I hit?” The voice of the girl came clear and melodious through the prison door, interrupting his words. “The hand that grabbed my arm was coarse, regardless of the fingers or palm. Your manner of shouting for violence and killing gives away your upbringing as a privileged child from a wealthy family, accustomed to a life of luxury. Such rough hands don’t seem to belong to you. Moreover, when that hand grabbed me just now, I sensed that the fabric of his robe was coarse and rough, like burlap. How could a young master like you possibly wear such clothes?”

In the prison cell, the young man glanced at Shuangxi, who was grinning with pain in his hands, and his eyes fell on Shuangxi’s clothes. He took a look at the robe and said, “When I’m out, I’ll buy you two clothes! Anyway, you are someone close to me, so I won’t lose face by taking you out!”

Shuangxi covered her hands and dared not speak.

It was just now that the young master asked him to do it. He said that the young master himself is a man, and good men don’t fight with women, so he asked Shuangxi to do it.

So, it seemed that in the eyes of his master, he was not a man anymore?

But there was no other way, the young master told him to catch her.

But he had no choice; the young master commanded him to grab her, so he did. As a result, he ended up getting scolded by the kitchen maid.

Indeed, she’s probably just a kitchen maid used to rough work! Her hands look like those of an ordinary young girl, but when she hits, it’s incredibly painful. It hurts even more than being struck by a large palm or a fan. I don’t know how she manages to hit so hard.

So, don’t listen to that cook’s voice, she definitely looked like a yaksha. Shuangxi felt aggrieved as he touched his sore hand.

After the cook outside said this, she led the people away.

Shuangxi looked at his young master with a bitter face, smelling the two bowls of noodles placed in the cell opening, couldn’t help but take a deep breath, swallowed, and said, “Master, this side…”

It was all like this, the young master should not eat the food made by the cook! If you don’t eat it, just give it to him!

“Of course, I have to eat these noodles!” The young man picked up the two bowls of noodles, walked to the prison bed and sat down, and said viciously, “That kitchen maid is so despicable that only by devouring both these bowls of noodles can I begin to quell the hatred in my heart!”

Shuangxi: “…”

Was there such a reason? When did the young master not eat both the breakfast portion made by this cook? Today he even found such an excuse!

“Hey! This cook is a little bit hateful, but the food cooked here is really delicious, and I don’t know how she does it!” The young man lowered his head to eat the noodles, and said as he ate, “But Lin Fei must think that the food sent out like this by his cook, just relying on this little food can make me obediently accept my fate. Staying in this prison, I will still find a way to get out!”

Shuangxi glanced at the boy who was eating alone and squatted aside to look at him aggrieved. He just swallowed his saliva.

Was it possible to get out of this prison as soon as you want? Don’t think too much, young master!

…

When they returned to the lobby of the public kitchen after delivering the food, it was the first time they saw someone waiting in the lobby for the food.

As soon as Wen Mingtang and others came back, the servant who came to buy soybean milk and fried dough sticks yesterday hurriedly said: “Oh, you are finally here! Is the morning meal noodles today? I see that there are noodles on your table.”

Wen Mingtang glanced at the desk and said: “It’s cōngyóu bàn miàn!”

Noodles with scallion oil? The guard was stunned: “Is it delicious?”

Ah Bing and Tangyuan nodded together: “Delicious!”

Wasn’t this nonsense? Can Master Wen make anything not delicious?

“Then…” the guard hesitated for a moment, and said, “Give me three bowls!” He rubbed his belly with a smile, and said, “One bowl is not enough for me.”

How big was his appetite? Of course Zhao You knows best.

He saw the cook walk to the counter and put the noodles into the pot, pick them up, pour sauce, sprinkle green onion, and fried scallions, and finally put them in his food box, and say: “Mix well and eat.”

The guard nodded, looked down at the three bowls of extremely simple but delicious cōngyóu bàn miàn in the food box, swallowed, resisted the urge to eat it on the spot, and closed the lid. When he was about to leave, he saw Wen Mingtang’s red arm, and asked casually, “What’s wrong with Master’s hand? Was it burnt?”

“Of course not!” Ah Bing and Tangyuan said together.

“Wasn’t this thanks to the young master with the boy at the back of the cell?” Speaking of this, Tangyuan was still a little annoyed, “When delivering a meal, he ordered his servant to catch Master Wen, yelling that Master Wen was with Lin Shaoqing and that he would not let Master Wen go unless he was released…”

Before she finished speaking, the guard turned around and left with the food box.

The guard was tall and burly, with very long legs, and he disappeared out of the door after a few steps.

Tangyuan got stuck in the middle of the conversation: It was the guard who asked the question, and he was also the one who ran away before anyone finished speaking. This was too rude!

“Forget it!” Wen Mingtang said, put the scallion oil that was specially boiled in a bottle and handed it to Ah Bing and Tangyuan, and said to the two, “When making noodles at home, pour two spoonfuls of it, and it will last for a few days.”

After hearing this sentence, A Bingtong Tangyuan was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly said, “Thank you, Master Wen!”

They had planned to take leftover food for the past two days, but couldn’t take it back. What was more, if you take it home, the cold ones were not as delicious as eating them on the spot. So it always made people feel a little bit grudged.

Now that they had this bottle of scallion oil, they can take it home and ask their family to taste the delicious morning food made by Master Wen.

…

But Zhao You, who was accused of running out of the public kitchen in three steps and two steps, went directly to find Lin Fei with the food box.

Lin Shaoqing liked the soy milk fritters yesterday very much. The newly recruited chef seemed to have some skills, and even he himself was thinking about the daily meal.

“The cook made cōngyóu bàn miàn today!” Zhao You took a deep breath and said, “It looks so simple, but it’s too fragrant!”

In the meantime, Lin Fei had already taken out a bowl of scallion oil noodles and grabbed a piece of cloth from nearby to carefully wipe the chopsticks. Just as he was about to start eating, Zhao You spoke up, “Young Master Lin, Xiǎo Jùnwáng in the cell has been giving a hard time to that kitchen maid. When I went to buy breakfast this morning, I saw that the kitchen maid’s hands were all red. I heard that she was suddenly grabbed by Xiǎo Jùnwáng’s man while delivering breakfast.”

As Zhao You spoke, he shook his head and mixed the noodles. After taking a mouthful and exclaiming, “It’s delicious,” he couldn’t help but express regret, “With such excellent culinary skills, if that kitchen maid can’t do much breakfast tomorrow due to her hand injury, it would be a pity!”

Lin Fei on the side ate noodles slowly, without saying a word.

Zhao You was not surprised by this either. Lin Shaoqing has always been like this, he can’t eat or sleep without talking!

When the court food was finished and Zhao You was about to go down with the food box, he heard Lin Fei say, “Go and call Liu Yuan, I have something to say to Liu Yuan!”

Zhao You said “Ok.”

After leaving the room, not long after, Liu Yuan, who had just arrived at Dali Temple and hadn’t had time to sit down, came over.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Fei asked before even saluting: “How is the investigation of the Xiǎo Jùnwáng in the prison going on?”