The maid's hand was so painful from being pinched that blood was about to ooze out, but she just bit her lip and did not dare to say a word.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
She knew her second young lady too well.
If she shouted out at this time, she would definitely be worse than dead.
"You're in pain."
Wenren Xuexi withdrew his gaze and fell lightly on her body.
The maid shook her head desperately: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
"Really?"
Wenren Xuexi pinched her hard again, and blood finally seeped out.
She let go of her hand and walked forward, ready to say hello to others.
A word floated into the maid's ears: "But my heart aches."
After Wenren Qianjue and His Majesty the Seventh Prince went in together, they were led up to the second floor by a dedicated servant, to a wing with the best view.
The incense burner is burning with a curling aroma.
The smell is very light.
Not only is it not smoky, it also exudes a sense of luxury.
The tables and chairs in the room are all carefully selected, and Ouyang Junnuo always handles things properly and carefully.
Wenren Qianjue found a seat and sat down, picking up the fruits placed on the table.
The boy who sent them upstairs said: "Miss Qianjue, please wait a moment.
The young master has told you that you and Mr.
Ye must not have eaten in the morning.
Someone will bring you porridge later.
You two would like to eat a little before the meeting begins."
Some."
After that, he bowed out respectfully.
Wenren Qianjue glanced sideways at Baili Suye.
His Highness was lazily leaning on a chair, his legs crossed on the railing leading to the stand, and his crisp trousers were stuffed into his boots, giving birth to a neat look.
Officer feels.
Feeling the eyes on her, Baili Suye turned her eyes lazily: "What?"
"It's nothing.
His Highness Seventh Prince is so handsome."
Wenren Qianjue smiled openly, which made Baili Suye's eyes darken: "Really?"
"Yes."
Wenren Qianjue said with a smile: "It would be better if His Highness the Seventh Prince could give me the money for using my blood last time."
Whether it looks good or not depends on the money Baili Suye lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand lazily, picked up the sterling silver fruit knife prepared on the table, and played with it with her slender fingers: "The blood debt must be paid in blood, how about I repay you like this."
"Don't" Wenren Qianjue spoke in time, daring His Highness to bleed unless she no longer wanted to live.
At this moment, the stands suddenly lit up.
Pei Yuange was gentle and charming, and said to the people below: "Everyone has taken your seats, then the tasting meeting will begin."
At this moment, someone knocked on the door and said, "Master Ye, Miss Qianjue, the porridge has arrived."
Wenren Qianjue stood up, opened the door, and took the tray.
Seeing the two bowls of porridge on the tray, which were pleasantly green and exuding a delicate fragrance, he asked, "These are made by your kitchen."
If the restaurant really has this level, no wonder it is so popular.
The young man replied respectfully: "Miss Qianjue, no.
This is the cook brought by the young master from Ouyang Mansion.
The young master said that Mr.
Ye has never been used to eating shoddy food from outside."
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Wenren Qianjue's heart was moved, so to speak, His Highness Seventh Prince had recently accompanied the three of them to eat all the so-called "famous" dishes, and even tried snacks, but he was just accommodating her.
That day, the sight of Baili Suye eating snacks with chopsticks was still in front of me.
He felt so noble that he could eat wine from an ordinary roadside stall without even frowning.
"When will Mr.
Ouyang arrive?"
Wenren Qianjue asked.
There are three chairs in the room, so Ouyang Junnuo will appear soon.
"Young Master will be here soon.
Miss, wait a moment."
After the young man answered, he respectfully withdrew.
Wenren Qianjue put the porridge on the table, raised his eyebrows, and said with a hint of ridicule: "Young Master Ye, it's time to eat porridge."
Baili Suye opened her mouth: "Ah."
The thin lips are slightly parted, tempting.
Wenren Qianjue's veins jumped instantly: "Young Master Ye, don't you want me to feed you?"
Baili Suye frowned slightly and looked at her as if it were a matter of course: "Of course.
You don't understand."
He looked down at her standing by the table with a playful look, and raised his lips.
Wenren Qianjue followed his gaze and looked at herself, and instantly understood what his expression meant.
The way she stood next to the table was no different from the little maid who was preparing to serve the young master when she followed him.
So His Highness Seventh Prince just made fun of him.
Wenren Qianjue raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a floating lantern floating over.
It was like a wind lantern put up when making a wish.
It was still in the shape of a lotus.
It should have been in the flowing water, but it emerged along the invisible Milky Way. arrived in front of them.
A hint of evil slowly seeped out from Wenren Qianjue's eyes.
She took the floating lotus lantern regardless of the situation and said, "If Your Majesty Seventh Prince wants to be fed, you can't feed me what I feed you."
Don’t stop eating.”
The wind lantern in his hand was about to be stuffed into Baili Suye's mouth, when he suddenly saw that he had pursed his lips, as if some kind of evil plot had succeeded.
Suddenly, the surroundings were brightly lit The four bronze floor lamps originally placed in the corners of the room suddenly lit up.
The windows in the restaurant have been covered to allow the light to focus on the stand where Pei Yuange stood.
But her room suddenly lit up, and everyone looked towards the wing on the second floor.
There was a flood of exclamations from below, and they stared at the floating lantern in her hand.
"How could it be her?"
"Oh my God, Wenren Qianjue got the floating lantern."
"No, it's impossible."
Wenren Xuexi's eyes were full of sinister meaning.
Sitting in her VIP seat, she also looked towards her.
In an instant, she became the focus of the audience because of a small floating lantern in her hand.
Wenren Qianjue paused, feeling vaguely that he had done something extraordinary.
And she didn't even know what it was.
"Congratulations to Miss Qianjue."
Ouyang Junnuo came in at some unknown time, leaning on the screen, clapping his hands, showing his elegant posture.
Wenren Qianjue raised his eyebrows: "Congratulations for what?"
"The wind lantern in Miss Qianjue's hand is the key to this tasting conference."
Ouyang Junnuo walked elegantly and talked about the rules of this tasting conference.
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It turned out that when she went out to get the porridge, Pei Yuange had just told everyone Explained how to play the floating lantern.
Everyone here is a prominent figure in the capital.
They came to this tasting conference to show off their own taste and also want to show their own strength.
What's the point of just watching others cook.
So Ouyang Junnuo thought of the method of floating lanterns in advance.
Let Bai Shengluo use secret techniques to hold up a floating lantern and float it across the audience.
If anyone is confident that he can order the chef who finally wins the tasting competition, and buy the winning dish at a price that is unreachable by others, he will reach out and grab this floating lamp.
First it’s about taste, and then it’s about financial resources.
Ouyang's tricks are nothing short of dazzling.
He never misses an opportunity to make money.
Everyone present felt a little guilty, wanting to take down the floating lantern, but fearing that it would accidentally become a joke throughout the capital.
So no one took action.
"It just happened to float to me, and I captured it."
Wenren Qianjue raised his handsome eyebrows, what kind of trick is this?
"Yes."
Ouyang Junnuo smiled, but there was something dark about that smile: "I can only say that Miss Qianjue is really brave."
"I didn't hear what Pei Yuange said."
Wenren Qianjue's eyes turned to look at the people in the audience.
She has become the focus of everyone, and Ouyang Junnuo doesn't need to tell her, she also knows that if she takes down this floating lantern, the group of dignitaries below will not give up.
Today she has to play even if she doesn't play, and she has to play even if she doesn't play.
"What do you mean by Miss Qianjue?"
Ouyang Junnuo asked with a smile without being impatient.
Wenren Qianjue looked at the small floating lantern in his hand.
It was exquisitely and beautifully made, and a lot of thought had obviously been put into it.
Arrogance gradually filled her lips.
She sat down lazily, crossed her slender legs, put the floating lamp in her hand, and picked up a glass of wine: "Okay, let's get started."
Like a queen who reigns over the world.
The breath of everyone in the audience was stagnant.
Is this still the same Wenren Qianjue?
"Okay."
As if he had known she would say this, Ouyang Junnuo gestured to him.
Pei Yuange announced: "The floating lantern has been obtained by Miss Wenren Qianjue, and we will officially begin."
After Pei Yuange finished speaking, the servants came on stage and laid out everything needed for cooking.
Then the chefs came up.
Wenren Qianjue was sitting on the second floor.
He casually looked down and saw a familiar figure.
The young man introduced himself: "My name is Wei Qingwan."
Wei Qingwan Wenren Qianjue stared deeply, he actually came too.
It seems that Fu Shou Lou has lost its chef and can no longer send anyone out.
"You know her?"
Baili Suye said calmly.
He didn't even look at her just now, but it seemed like nothing could catch his eyes.
"Yes."
Wenren Qianjue nodded: "Do you remember the second deceased I mentioned?
He was the only person present at that time."
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"Hmm" Baili Suye's lazy eyes seemed to be unable to tolerate anything.
Her eyes swept over him, then looked at her wine glass lightly, holding it up and drinking gracefully.
There are eight chefs in total, who have been screened before coming on stage.
At this time, Pei Yuange spoke from below: "Miss Wenren, which chef did you choose?"
His eyes suddenly focused on her again.
Wenren Qianjue stood up handsomely, his cold eyes swept across the eight chefs present, and met Wei Qing's sunny smile.
She nodded lightly: "Him."
Pei Yuange pointed at Wei Qingwan and asked again: "Are you sure?"
This was too fast.
Besides, didn't she see the signal he gave her?
Pei Yuange thought sadly, he was obviously referring to the one in blue.
When he was screening, he had seen the strength of Master Lu.
Almost a sure win.
"Confirmed."
Wenren Qianjue never looked at Wei Qing again and sat down calmly.
When the competition begins, everyone has their own dish to cook and shows off their own abilities.
Some people can use only a rolling pin to turn the dough into paper-thin sheets, and some people have amazing knife skills.
In one fell swoop, they have cut the entire white radish invisibly, and any one they pick up will be as thin as a piece of paper.
As clear as the moon.
When everyone's movements were dazzling, Wei Qingwan in the corner was even more strange.
He was the only one packing the fish carelessly, as if he were in his own kitchen.
If you look carefully, he was even humming a little tune, as if he was waiting to cook for someone who was about to go home.
Wenren Qianjue's eyes were always fixed on Wei Qingwan.
As soon as he appeared, Chi Yan became restless and became like himself.
He squatted on the small table and looked down with piercing eyes.
Soon, other people's ingredients were ready to be put into the pot, but he was still washing the fish scales.
It's not fish, it's fish scales Obviously, some people in the audience also noticed his strange movements, and they inevitably started talking about it.
However, most people thought he was just not good enough and turned to other people's more interesting cooking. , Wenren Xuexi kept observing Wei Qingwan, and a smile gradually spread on her face.
Wenren Qianjue, this bitch, is asking for trouble.
Wei Qingwan carefully washed the fish scales with water and then started to pack the fish meat.
When other people's dishes were almost out of the pot, his fish had just been steamed in the pot.
"The time has come."
The hourglass ran out and the boy who was in charge of the time announced.
He lazily took the fish out of the pot.
It wasn't long before the fish was put into the pot, so the fish was definitely undercooked.
Wenren Qianjue frowned.
It was impossible that if he was just here to fool around, what was his purpose in coming to this tasting conference?
The dishes were carried by the maids and showed to the distinguished guests in the front row.
When they saw Wei Qing holding the dish, everyone was obviously stunned
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