Within the four seas and one embroidery.

Su Yunyan invited Xiaohua, Xu Jiao'er, Lan Xi, and Mu Feng to come and taste the new chef's cooking.

"How is it? This squirrel fish is pretty good, isn't it?"

Lanxi nodded, a rare occurrence for her: "Not bad, it looks just like what my sister Dan made."

Su Yunyan was very happy: "To receive praise from you, Miss Lanxi, means that I am a really good cook. This is all thanks to Mu Feng for finding me."

Yan Mufeng picked up some food and put it in his bowl, then asked in confusion, "Eh? Where's Xiao Ning? Didn't you call her? I heard from the prince that she seems to have been staying at the Third Prince's residence the whole time."

"Huh? I didn't even know. Isn't Lanxi leaving for her hometown tomorrow? What happened? How could she forget about Xiaoning?"

Are you talking about me?

An Ning's teasing voice suddenly rang out from outside the door, and everyone turned around in unison.

Just then, the chef brought in the last dish, and the two women's eyes met in the air the instant An Ning entered the room.

An Ning asked in confusion, "Eh, who is this?"

Yan Mufeng stood up and quickly grabbed An Ning's hand: "Xiao Ning, why did you come so suddenly? We were just regretting not notifying you in advance and then you came here. This is the person we invited to cook for Yunyan."

An Ning understood: "Oh, it looks good."

"Come and sit down."

As soon as An Ning sat down at the dinner table, the chef stood beside him and asked very warmly, "Would this young master like to order anything else?"

An Ning shook her head: "No need, that's enough."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave now. Call me if you need anything."

Su Yunyan nodded: "Okay."

After the cook left, Yunyan said proudly, "How was it? My cook was pretty good, wasn't he?"

An Ning rubbed her temples: "It's pretty good."

A good spy can't be a cook.

She took a piece of paper and scribbled a line of words that looked like gibberish: "Take a look at what I've been learning to draw lately. Come and see how it is!"

Lanxi took a look and was about to ask what the drawing was when she suddenly stopped. The paper had the words "The cook is an assassin. Don't tell anyone. I have a way" written on it in a crooked hand.

Seeing Lanxi's shocked expression, Anning felt a headache coming on, then nudged her with her elbow: "How about it? Shocked by my painting?"

Then Anning quickly whispered in her ear, "Be normal."

Lanxi immediately put on a look of disgust: "What did you draw? It's making my eyes go blind."

Then everyone at your table looked at the painting.

Su Yunyan smiled and said, "I think it's not bad. Can you tell what it is? Painting, you know, requires practice over time to achieve results."

Just as Su Yunyan was speaking, An Ning wrote another line: "Don't be afraid, everyone. His goal isn't you, but to enter the Prince's mansion. Just pretend nothing happened and keep ordering him around. It would be best if he could run errands and deliver goods."

Su Yunyan said, "Xiao Ning, I didn't look carefully just now, I want to take another look."

As he spoke, he picked up the paper again and took another look.

An Ning said, "I think it's still not drawn well. Let's just throw it away. I'll show you when I draw a better one."

As she spoke, Anning crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside.

The gathering continued at the dinner table.

"Xiao Ning, I'm going back to Tianlan tomorrow. I'll bring you some local specialties when I come back."

"I'm so envious of you, you can still go back."

Lanxi smiled broadly: "It's all thanks to our Prince."

"Oh my, your prince, you're getting along so well now?"

"Of course."

Half an hour later, the party ended, and just as the girls were leaving one after another, a figure silently walked out in the dim light, then slowly squatted down on the ground and unfolded the crumpled piece of paper.