When Eunuch Li came back, the emperor was staring at the corner of the table in a daze.

The sound of Eunuch Li's footsteps made him raise his head. He seemed to want to say something, but was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth again...

Eunuch Li had never seen the emperor like this, and felt a little strange, but he did not dare to ask more questions.

After a while, the emperor spoke up: "Eunuch Li, you say..."

say what?

Eunuch Li was waiting curiously for the emperor's second half of the sentence, and then he heard the emperor say, "Forget it..."

Eunuch Li: "..."

After that, the emperor was in a daze again. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw that it was the newcomer Xiaoqiu who came in. The emperor seemed a little disappointed. He lowered his head, snorted coldly, and glanced out the window.

Xiaoqiu was so frightened that her face turned pale. She just came in to serve tea. This crime was not punishable by death...

Eunuch Li signaled Xiao Qiu to go down quickly, and then said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, it's time to eat."

Today's meal was prepared by the imperial kitchen.

The emperor frowned and stared at Eunuch Li. To be honest, the meals in the imperial kitchen these past two days were quite good. Even the vegetarian dishes were tasty.

In the past, even if the emperor didn’t want to eat, he would just not eat, but today he was obviously unhappy.

Eunuch Li was a smart man and understood what was going on at a glance, so he asked Xiao Fuzi to ask Xiao Jiu what was going on.

An Jiu sewed a piece of underwear in the afternoon. She tried it on and it fit well. At least it didn't swing around when she walked or ran.

Then she fell asleep.

Hearing the knock on the door, An Jiu got up and opened the door in a daze. When he saw Xiao Fuzi, he wanted to close the door immediately.

My colleague called me in the middle of the night, he must be working overtime...

Xiao Fuzi frowned: "Xiao Jiu, why did you fall asleep?"

An Jiu rubbed his eyes and pretended to be confused: "I fell asleep when I was tired."

Xiao Fuzi asked, "Then you didn't cook for His Majesty?"

An Jiu: "Isn't there an imperial kitchen? I don't need it anymore. After all, I'm not a chef."

Xiao Fuzi felt that what Xiao Jiu said made a lot of sense. The former imperial kitchen was headed by Qin Bao, and the empress dowager was putting pressure on him. The emperor was not happy and it was not easy to break up with him directly.

Now the people have been replaced, and they are still the emperor's people. Whatever he thinks is up to him.

But the emperor seems to have decided on Xiaojiu...

Xiao Fuzi suddenly thought of the cake he tasted in the afternoon and couldn't help swallowing.

Well, don't blame your majesty, what did your majesty do wrong? He just wanted to have a good meal.

Xiao Fuzi shook her head and told An Jiu seriously: "But His Majesty lost his temper..."

In Xiao Fuzi's mind, right and wrong are not important. What is important is that His Majesty is unhappy and His Majesty has lost his temper. As long as His Majesty is unhappy and loses his temper, it is a big deal.

For example, in the case of Xiaojiu, it doesn't matter whether it was Eunuch Li who asked her to rest, no matter what Xiaojiu herself thinks, no matter whether she is a cook or not, the important thing is that His Majesty lost his temper.

As long as Your Majesty loses his temper and is unhappy, it is the fault of our servants.

And now, he conveyed this meaning clearly to An Jiu.

An Jiu nodded and did not refute.

What a joke, she is the emperor, give her a few good faces, don't be too arrogant.

An Jiu quickly put on her clothes and went to the kitchen.

At this time, the fastest thing to do is fry. Anjiu skillfully fries French fries, fried mushrooms, fried tofu, fried tofu skin wraps, fried prawns, fried pork chops, etc...

In short, Anjiu used everything that was available in the kitchen, fried a large plate of it, sprinkled it with cumin and chili, and then handed it to Xiao Fuzi.

Xiao Fuzi smiled and said, "Xiao Jiu, it would be better if you deliver it yourself."

An Jiu nodded: "You take this, I have something else."

The whey filtered out of the milk used to make cakes in the afternoon and added with honey is a lactic acid bacteria beverage. I don’t know if the emperor has the habit of drinking it.

When An Jiu came in, the food on the emperor's table had not been cleared away yet.

She took a look at it. Although it was vegetarian, it was cooked really well. It looked delicious and appetizing. She didn't know what was wrong with the overbearing president. He refused to eat the food cooked by the rich chef and insisted on eating junk food on the roadside. An Jiu felt like she had traveled into a novel written by a poor man. The emperor doesn't look like an emperor, and she, the palace maid, doesn't look like a palace maid.

As soon as Xiao Fuzi walked in, the fragrance wafted in.

An Jiu was originally hungry, and the smell became even better.

Forget it, maybe the boss just likes skewers. After all, he has never eaten them.

An Jiu put the drinks she made on the table.

The emperor glanced at her.

【snort. 】

He frowned slightly at the mess on his plate.

If it doesn’t taste good, you’re dead. 】

He took a bite.

I think it tastes pretty good.

He took a sip of the drink and felt the sour taste at first, so he frowned slightly.

Then he stared at the drink.

"What's this?"

An Jiu couldn't figure out whether he liked it or not, so she answered politely, "This drink is made by my servant with milk and honey."

[Am I a fool?] How does this look like milk? 】

The emperor stared at An Jiu. Even hot food could not quench his thirst for knowledge.

So she explained to herself that lemon added to milk would break down into cheese and whey...

【I see! 】

The emperor finally began to eat quietly.

Is this a mushroom? Fried mushrooms are so delicious? Why do those idiots in the imperial kitchen only know how to cook? 】

[The leaves are delicious...]

[Is this 꺱 bean noodles? ? ? 】

The emperor ate while feeling puzzled.

[Why would Xiaojiu make something like this?] Where is this food? 】

He narrowed his eyes slightly. From An Jiu's perspective, he was just eating quietly, but his thoughts still betrayed him.

[This is so strange.] 】

[By the way, Jiang Sheng was looking into her background, but did he find out? 】

An Jiu: "..."

There is nothing wrong with the original owner's background, and An Jiu believes that the emperor will not be able to find out anything.

But she has a problem. What if the emperor makes people think that she is possessed by a ghost?

An Jiu watched the emperor eat a large plate of barbecue and drink a large cup of lactic acid bacteria drink with anxiety, uneasiness and a little anger.

He let out a breath, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

An Jiu stared at his face and stomach and was in trouble.

Such a handsome guy, eating cake, French fries and barbecue, he won't get fat...

Imagine a fat emperor who is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 kilograms...

An Jiu decided to let him eat something healthy in the future, and he could eat snacks, but in moderation.

The emperor's face is her only motivation to go to work...

But she was obviously worrying too much, because after the emperor finished eating, he said he wanted to go out to digest his food.

An Jiu just followed.

The palace is particularly quiet at night, with antique buildings, red lanterns hanging, and a group of ancient people wearing ancient clothes...

Many ghosts act like this.

It was strange. She had never thought about it this way when she was with the Tyrant. But her life with the Tyrant was too exciting. After all, they always climbed over walls and walked on rooftops. They rarely strolled around. Even if they did stroll, it was...

“Ah~”

An Jiu screamed in surprise. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice when the emperor stopped. She bumped into his back, which was as hard as iron...