Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 6 - Washing hands and making soup

And this is not really a poisonous hair, it's just a reminder to Li Qingmei that she must go to Rong'er for an antidote in the next few days.

"Qingmei, your face is ugly, are you sick?"

At this time Sikong Que had already entered the small kitchen in the side hall, looking at Li Qingmei with concern.

Looking at her slightly pale face, the bangs on her forehead were wet with thick sweat, and the faint smile in her crooked bright eyes was replaced by suppressed pain.

He was suddenly flustered.

"Your Highness, my servant is fine. Maybe it's because the weather is hot and I'm suffering from heat stroke. Please wait for a while, and this servant will cook the loofah after a while."

In a daze, Li Qingmei supported the stove while frying the dishes. In a trance, he forgot whether he put salt or sugar. Finally, he felt that the food was cooked, so he brought the food to Sikong Que's table.

Then she hesitated to speak, hurriedly took a leave of absence, and went to her room to lie down and rest.

Sikong Que at the dinner table couldn't hold back the worry in his heart, wondering if she had contracted the smallpox pox after taking care of him for so long, but looking at her reaction, it didn't seem like it.

Suddenly remembering the few days every month that the woman I saw in the book had, I suddenly felt that I had guessed something, so I started to eat with peace of mind, and stuffed a mouthful of loofah.

Pfft, it's so sweet.

Li Qingmei felt much more comfortable after sleeping. At this time, she could not see her fingers in the room, and she vaguely heard the sound of someone waving a spatula in the side hall. She smelled it, and it seemed that something was burnt.

She got up in a hurry, and when she stepped into the side hall, seeing the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I saw Sikong Que wearing her homemade apron, wielding a spatula, flipping the cucumbers in the pot.

The knife skill is good, the cucumber slices are thin, but the heat is completely out of control. At this time, he is waving the spatula anxiously, but the bottom of the pot has long been burnt, and there are faint burns. taste.

He was sweating profusely, and then hurriedly wiped the sweat with his hands, but his hands were covered with black ash, and he wiped himself like a painted cat.

Seeing Li Qingmei coming in, he put the pot aside in a nonchalant manner, like a three-year-old child who has done something wrong, he lowered his head, Li Qingmei was stunned, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Your Highness really impresses this servant. I didn't expect you to be self-taught and even know how to cook. This servant really admires you. If Your Highness can control the cooking temperature well, the dishes you make must be a hundred times better than your servant's! "

Hearing Li Qingmei's praise, Sikong Que raised his head happily.

"That's natural, then you can teach me how to control the heat of the stir-fry. This king is talented, so it's hard for me to be a little cook."

Then there was the sound of waving a spatula in the kitchen again, accompanied by the low cries of one big one and one small one startled.

"Oh, Your Highness, you didn't cut the green onion right, you should do it like this."

"Hurry up, hurry up, the pancakes are going to be mushy, quickly turn them over and turn them sideways. Hey, this is too strong, hurry up and sprinkle green onions"

"I know, I know, why are you so verbose?"

Li Qingmei inadvertently aroused His Royal Highness Shun Wang's enthusiasm for concocting delicious food.

Sikong Que fell in love with the kitchen completely, and even Li Qingmei couldn't help but blink when he cooked.

But perhaps it was because of the novelty, after that he seldom cooks, and occasionally he reads until late at night, and only makes supper when he feels hungry.

Every time at this time, he would make an extra bowl, and Li Qingmei, who was reading with him, ate so much that there was not even the bottom of the bowl left.

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