The Crazy Queen Of Magic Kitchen
Miss Mu, When Will You Kowtow...?

Feng Qian did not know that he was being counted anymore...

After a short dinner, he returned to the guest room and went to bed early.

Thinking that there was still trouble waiting for him tomorrow, he could not sleep, but all he could do now was pray in his heart, hope to get a big reward tomorrow, and everyone was happy.

Mu's house inherited the family from Wu, and at dawn, the whole house heard "wu" from the chicken.

Mu Qingwan was worried about the deal with Sister Lan, and when she practiced martial arts, she made a few mistakes and made many mistakes, he said, he was taught by Madam Mu and stayed for further training.

As he practiced, he suddenly smelled the scent of rice, and his stomach screamed in response to the situation.

“The smell is very good, is Sun Lingchu making a spiritual dish for grandfather?”

Greedy in his stomach hooked. He swallowed, took out a sword, and ran into the kitchen impatiently.

As he approached the kitchen, a gray-robed middle-aged man came to face him, he rushed to meet him, and said respectfully,

"Mrs Sun came early."

"Miss You're early."

Mu Qingwan said:

"The king sent you to take care of Grandpa's food. You wake up early to help grandpa make breakfast. You are very dedicated, and the little girl is very grateful."

"No dare! The king's kindness to the lower officials was as heavy as a mountain, and his master was the king's mentor. The lower officials are just doing their job."

Hearing what he said, Mu Qingwan respected him even more:

"Master Sun is too humble! By the way, what good food did Mr Sun make today? It smells so good!"

Sun Lingchu was surprised:

"Miss You must have misunderstood. The office has not entered the kitchen today!"

Mu Qingwan was surprised:

"Are you not cooking? Who are the people in the kitchen?"

Sun Lingchu said:

"The lower officials were also curious, there was another spiritual chef in the mansion, so I came here to see him."

“Other chef? Are you sure?”

Mu Qingwan was confused.

Sun Lingchu was very sure:

"Can't be wrong! Only dishes cooked by Lingchu can have such gentle fluctuations of spirit."

Mu Qingwan's eyes widened in surprise:

"But as far as I know, in the Mu Mansion, except for you, there is no second spiritual cook!"

Sun Lingchu said, "Who is that?"

“Sign in and look, won't you know?”

Mu Qingwan walked quickly into the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with smoke and aroma.

As soon as Mu Qingwan stepped into the kitchen, he immediately felt that he was in a world of spiritual energy with the scent of rice. Every pore in his body opened comfortably and breathed in fresh spiritual energy, but that was what shocked him the most. His rice was so fragrant, he swore that this must be the most fragrant rice he had ever smelled.

The saliva in his mouth was expelled automatically, and Mu Qingwan could not wait to see the true face of the chef.

Passing through the layers of smoke, he looked at the back of a woman, and he could not help but say, why does this woman's back look so familiar, as if ... Like that woman? !

No, that's impossible! That must be the illusion.

He rubbed his eyes and looked closely again. Suddenly, the entire figure remained there, motionless as if it was acupuncture.

Sun Lingchu followed behind and saw that Mu Qingwan's expression was somewhat wrong, and asked curiously:

"Miss Mu, what's wrong? Do you know this Lingchu?"

Mu Qingwan gulped and could not laugh or cry, How could he not know this woman? It was his enemy!

Coincidentally the woman turned around, glanced at them lightly, and asked:

Mu Qingwan's expression suddenly felt uneasy as if he had eaten half a fly. The woman in front of him was none other than his dead enemy Feng Qian!

Are you still asking me something? Of course I have something!

"Feng Qian, why are you here? You just cooked?"

Feng Qian looked around and shrugged:

"Look, is there anyone else in this room besides me?"

Mu Qing was speechless, his face flushed red, and he did not dare to channel:

"You ... Are you a spirit chef?"

Under the world, there are too many cooks, but the spirit cook is one in a thousand, and you must have a special spiritual root to become a spiritual cook.

There were hundreds of people in their Mu family, and none of them had ever produced a spiritual cook. A servant of hers had the talent of a spiritual cook. Isn't he too good to live?

“As you can see.”

Feng Qian tucked his hand.

Sun Lingchu did not know when he walked to the stove, took out a plate of hot egg fried rice, and examined it closely.

Just as I heard there was movement outside the door, Feng Qian put away the Qianjin Variety Spoon and the Ruyi Pans Dragon Mark first, as the saying goes that everyone is innocent, everyone is innocent, and the Qianjin Variety Spoon and the Ruyi Dragon Mark Pot were not idle things, just to prevent it. In case, he did not want to tell people that he was carrying a treasure for now.

Sun Lingchu watched for a long time, his eyes became increasingly complicated, and he glanced at him suspiciously:

"This egg fried rice dish is really yours?"

Feng Qian nodded honestly.

Chef Sun Ling frowned,

"Just use this ordinary iron pot?"

As an insider, he knew that such high-quality egg fried rice could not be fried in an ordinary pot, but he did not find any other kitchen utensils, so he could not help but wonder.

“Mr Sun, is there a problem?”

Mu Qingwan realized something was wrong and asked curiously.

After all, he was a commoner, he couldn't see the entrance inside, he just thought Sun Lingchu's reaction was a bit strange.

Sun Lingchu stared at the plate of egg-fried rice, paused for a long time, and suddenly said coldly:

"It's just a plate of first-rate spiritual food, it's no big deal."

Feng Qian narrowed slightly. He had not expected this spirit chef to be so jealous. He is an expert. Naturally, he had to see that the level of his egg fried rice definitely reached the category of the second level. He said so, it was true. Clearly he was envious of his talent and deliberately underestimated his cooking skills.

Mu Qingwan did not understand this. When he heard Sun Lingchu's words, he immediately believed, with sarcasm:

"It turns out it was just a first-class spiritual dish. I thought you were amazing, that's all!"

Feng Qian ignored him, instead looking at Sun Lingchu, looking up and down.

I heard last night that Xuanyuan Che had sent a spiritual cook from the palace to make a spiritual dish for Taifu Mu. That must be him, right?

Speaking of which, their fate was not too shallow, he even tasted his noodles when he was in Lenggong!

At the time, I thought he was good at cooking, but now seeing him and knowing that he was a criminal, he could not help his appetite.

No matter how good the cuisine is, if the character is not good, you cannot even be a good cook!

Sun Lingchu looked at him so badly that he coughed and said coldly:

"Now I will cook for Madam Mu. Please leave the kitchen immediately if you are done"

Feng Qian was eventually expelled from the kitchen because Sun Lingchu was worried that he would steal his Science.

Feng Qian was speechless, he was just using it as a thief!

Mu Qingwan was in a very happy mood, and finally saw her at the expulsion:

"This means you're an outsider and you're still an outsider, so don't take yourself too seriously, because you're just farting!"

“Mu Miss, when will you knock with hundreds of heads last night?”

Feng Qian said lightly, and immediately made Mu Qingwan mute, her neck flushed red, and she could not speak.