Lang Qi walked in with a tray. When Su Qianji saw that it was him who brought the tea, his eyes instantly darkened.
"Master." Lang Qi quickly explained, "Jiang Yao said she had a stomachache, so she asked me to bring her in."
"She has a stomachache?"
Su Qianji instantly supported himself on the armrest and showed signs of standing up.
"He said he might have had a stomachache at the East Palace."
Su Qianji's eyelids twitched.
How is this possible? On the way back, the young woman had already praised the yellow croaker in her heart, saying that she felt very comfortable after eating it. How could she have a stomachache because of the yellow croaker?
No, this little woman is lying.
He became bolder and even dared to lie.
As soon as Lang Qi arrived at the teahouse, he saw Su Qianji's face turned very dark, so he quietly retreated to the back and did not go up to look for trouble. Whoever spoke at this time would be seeking death.
"Master Su, can I start now?"
Jiang Shu asked over there.
Su Qianji looked at him with a cold gaze: "What? Are you anxious?"
Jiang Shu was so frightened that her back went cold: "No, no."
Su Qianji gave up the idea of going out to find someone. If he caught her now, she might not have time to commit any crime. If he gave her the opportunity to commit a crime, he would be able to find evidence to punish her later.
Lang Qi knew Su Qianji's thoughts very well. Seeing him sit down calmly, he quickly handed him the tea.
"Master, tea."
Su Qianji took a sip and sneered, "It's still so hard to drink."
No matter how good the tea was, it was ruined by Jiang Yao.
"Now that you are ready, let's get started."
For some reason, Jiang Shu felt that these words were a bit weird. She took a quick look and saw that the man in the wheelchair had a stern expression and a frosty face. It looked as if he was in the dead of winter, cold from head to toe.
After Jiang Yao gave the tray to Lang Qi, he hurried out of Feiyan Palace.
As soon as she came out of the Moon Gate, she quickly pulled out the needle behind her ear.
If she hadn't given herself an injection, she wouldn't have turned pale and broken out in cold sweat.
She knew how to use the force when she was doing it, so her complexion returned to its rosy color after the needle was removed.
Jiang Yao came to the East Palace kitchen again. Her luck was really bad.
The first time I came here, I met Zhao Huang, and the second time I met Zhao Ce.
When the two of us bumped into each other, we looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Jiang Yao was the first to react and quickly bowed: "Greetings, Your Highness."
"Jiang Yao?" Zhao Ce's mood instantly brightened: "Why are you here again?"
Yes, he used the word "again" because he and Jiang Yao had only been separated for half an hour and they met again.
Jiang Yao smiled awkwardly: "Haha, what a coincidence, Prince, we meet again."
Zhao Ce touched his chin. It would have been fine if he had met her somewhere else, but he had to meet her in the East Palace.
"Jiang Yao, you've come to the East Palace twice today. What's your purpose, huh?"
Jiang Yao's shoulders slumped, and he looked a little dejected. "I said I just wanted to learn how to make almond rolls from Uncle Zhang in the kitchen. Do you believe me?"
She doubted Zhao Ce would believe her. After being caught in the act twice, he was the crown prince and would definitely suspect her of ulterior motives. What if he mistook her for an assassin? Or a spy?
Zhao Ce was stunned.
Just when Jiang Yao was feeling uneasy, Zhao Ce suddenly smiled.
"Hahahaha, Jiang Yao, is this all you want? It's just an almond roll, why did you sneak into the East Palace?"
Seeing that Zhao Ce was not angry, Jiang Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "I was just afraid that you, the Crown Prince, would disagree."
In fact, she was afraid that Zhao Ce would find out, and Su Qianji would find out. If Su Qianji knew that she made almond rolls to please others, he would probably cut her neck and pull out her tongue at the same time. It was scary to think about it.
"It's just an almond roll, how could I be stingy?" Zhao Ce couldn't help laughing. "If you had told me earlier, I would have asked the chef to go to Feiyan Palace to teach you."
"No, no, no, I'm just a student, how can I ask a master to come to my house?"
Go to Feiyan Palace? That's the same as telling Su Qianji directly, right?
"It's rare that you're so attentive to Qianji. Come on, I'll ask the chef to teach you."
"Do you have feelings for Su Qianji?"
Jiang Yao murmured softly, then was startled and quickly chased forward to explain.
"Prince, I really have no other intentions towards Master Su. I made the almond rolls for you."
No one would believe Bai Wuchang if he said it, right?
Su Qianji is notoriously bad-tempered in Jincheng. He doesn't like flattery, and he dislikes even more people's courtesy.
So Zhao Ce thought that Jiang Yao denied it because she was afraid of being misunderstood as that kind of person.
But he saw that she was hesitant to speak, and she was also learning to make almond rolls. Who else could she make it for except Su Qianji?
The girl was shy, so Zhao Ce didn't expose her.
"I understand. Jiang Yao just wants to learn how to make almond rolls. He's not making them for Qianji, right?"
"Yes, yes, it's best that you think this way, Prince."
Just don't misunderstand her relationship with Suku Chiji.
"Don't worry, I understand."
Jiang Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Of the couple, Su Qianji was narrow-minded, but Zhao Ce was broad-minded. It was obvious that he had seen the world and would not regard a maid like her who was not presentable as a rival in love.
Because Zhao Ce was with her, she didn't need to say anything. Old Zhang quickly prepared the ingredients and patiently explained the steps to Jiang Yao over and over again.
Jiang Yao studied very seriously, which attracted Zhao Ce to come forward and stare at him.
"Uncle Zhang, is this how it is?"
Old Zhang hissed, probably trying to endure it. He glanced at Zhao Ce before saying nothing.
Jiang Yao doesn't know how to knead the dough and can't control the strength well. The dough for the almond roll cannot be too heavy or too light.
"That's too heavy for you."
Zhao Ce saw through it, rolled up his sleeves and kneaded a dough: "Look at what I kneaded."
Old Zhang lowered his head, glanced at the dough, and said in a weak voice: "Prince, this one you made is not very good either."
Jiang Yao couldn't help laughing: "Prince, you said that my pinching skills were not good enough. I thought you were very good, but..."
Zhao Ce looked over and his laughter stopped immediately.
"Prince, I was wrong."
Jiang Yao was extremely quick to admit his mistake.
Zhao Ce stared at the dough, becoming increasingly unconvinced. "Jiang Yao, how about I compete with you to see who learns to knead the dough first?"
"Biah, come on."
Jiang Yao's competitive spirit was also aroused. Although her status was not as noble as his, and she was not as pretty as him, not as knowledgeable as him, and not as rich as him, she couldn't lose again in a fight.
"Okay, if you beat me, I will grant you a wish."
"Anything?" Jiang Yao was excited, even more excited than making almond rolls. That was the prince's promise. She could definitely get it even if she asked for a mountain of gold and silver.
In this way, she is only one step away from getting rich, and that is to knead the dough well.
Zhao Ce's eyelids twitched, and he added, "It has to be something I can do."
"Don't worry, Prince. You must be able to do it."
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