I felt that I shouldn't be happy at this moment.

"Ying'er, you stay here, I will bring Jiang Yuanlang here safely!" After making the promise, the man did not hesitate any more, took the wet silk and covered his face with it, turned around, raised his foot, and kicked hard, kicking open the tightly closed kitchen door.

Thick smoke rolled in, sweeping in, and the people standing at the door could hardly open their eyes.

Yan Zhuo waved his hands a few times and was about to go in when a figure appeared in the room dragging an unknown heavy object and moving out little by little.

He moved while shouting, "Someone, come quickly, help me!"

"What's going on?" Yan Zhuo stepped forward and found that the person being dragged was actually a rather plump woman.

She has an apron tied around her waist, so she must be the cook.

Jiang Yuanlang dragged someone in and threw him into the corridor. He was completely exhausted.

Leaning against the wall, panting.

Yan Zhuo was choked by the smoke and almost burst into tears. He immediately covered his wet silk with his hands and asked Jiang Yuanlang with a wave of his hand, "What happened in there? Is there anyone else?"

"No more, no more..." Jiang Yuanlang panted, and kicked the cook who was lying on the side.

Seeing that her chest was still rising and falling, I breathed a sigh of relief, which meant she was still alive.

It’s good that you’re not dead, it’s good that you’re not dead!

Jiang Ying had just been asked by Yan Zhuo to retreat to the corridor. At this moment, he ran forward from the yard and just happened to see Jiang Yuanlang kicking someone, and rolled his eyes at him.

He squatted down to check on the unconscious cook.

Fortunately, it was only a short-term carbon monoxide poisoning shock.

So he took out an antidote from the space and gave it to her to swallow. Then he looked at Jiang Yuanlang again. Men are always stronger physically. Except for his face being blackened by charcoal and even his neck and clothes being covered with black powder, there was no big problem with him.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Ying still gave 놛 a detoxifying pill as well.

At this time, Yan Zhuo had already rushed into the house in the thick smoke to check it out, then retreated to the door and shook his head, "It's just that the charcoal burned too much, and I don't know how a sheep was also lit on fire, which is why there is so much smoke!"

He took out some unknown signal bomb that he had with him, pointed it toward the sky, and it exploded with a bang. Qi Ren came back soon after.

"My Lord, what's the emergency?"

"There seems to be a fire in the house. Take someone in to deal with it."

"As you command!"

When Jiang Yuanlang heard this, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

What fire? I was craving for the roast lamb my sister made last time, but I messed up and ended up like this.

The cook was almost going crazy!

The three of them didn't go anywhere, waiting for Qi Ren to deal with it, and by the way, they watched the cook's situation.

Fortunately, nothing happened, but the kitchen seemed to be even more chaotic.

Jiang Ying shook his head helplessly, "Third brother, I just heard from the foreman that the construction period is too tight, and I'm afraid we won't be able to have the house-warming feast tomorrow night. Plus, you're in charge of the kitchen... Forget it, let's wait until I come back from my vacation in the palace in ten days to have it!"

Mu Zijin and Lu Yanran had already been notified, so Jiang Ying certainly didn't want to go back on his word.

But the reality is that she can't do anything about it.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Yan Zhuo pursed his lips and said, "No."

Jiang Ying, "Hmm? What does the prince want to say?"

Yan Zhuo's eyes were deep and serious, "Ying'er, let me ask you first, do you really like this house?"

Feiyu House.

The name is good, but it is not as good as Yuhui Xiaozhu. Although it is a little off the beaten track, it is more peaceful and has a better view.

Yan Zhuo didn't know why, but Jiang Ying had lived in the countryside all his life, and had seen few large villas and retro gardens, but there were plenty of green mountains and clear waters.

Three characters, 늀 means vulgar.

So of course she prefers to be in the bustling city, but large and elegant enough Feiyu House.

"Yeah, I like it." Jiang Ying admitted it frankly without any pretense, "Having a house means having a home, and having a home means stability. There are probably few women who don't like stability, right?"

These words almost made Yan Zhuo fascinated.

It seemed as if I understood for the first time that Jiang Ying also had needs, and they were such simple needs.

Without saying a word, he stood up and made the decision, "The time for the warm-up party tomorrow night remains unchanged. You should get ready. The rest will be left to me."

It's hard for others to do it for her. Can't she do such a small thing?

When he was about to enter the door, Jiang Ying stood on the steps, smiling slightly as he admired his messy little nest.

Yan Zhuo felt bad.

If I knew that her happiness was so simple, I would have done it long ago...

"Your Majesty, thank you for today. Tomorrow night, before we start drinking, Jiang Ying will personally fill three glasses of wine to express his gratitude."

Yan Zhuo was flattered and said, "No..."

The next day, night fell.

Yan Zhuo did as he said, and booked the entire construction room. Dozens of people worked together, and finally the house-warming party was held as scheduled.

Jiang Ying also did what he said and poured the wine himself, with six small wine glasses lined up in a row.

Jiang Ying was rarely generous and magnanimous, and he seemed to have no grudge against Yan Zhuo. "Your Majesty, please. This wine is the best wine I brought. Three cups, I will drink first as a sign of respect, Your Majesty, please feel free to drink."

As for Moutai, it must be a good wine.

It's just that Jiang Ying put something in it, and she was trying to trick him into saying something!