Chapter 22 Beef Sauce Bibimbap
Looking at the two black footprints on my brand new shoes...
An Jiu couldn't help but raise his head.
The tyrant also raised his head.
The two people looked at each other.
An Jiu pointed at his shoes.
The tyrant moved away.
An Jiu knocked the dirt off her shoes, put them on, and walked outside. Tyrant followed her, and the two of them soon came to the kitchen.
Today's ingredients are still abundant, and Anjiu washes rice and cooks skillfully.
The tyrant followed behind her with a big bowl in his hand and watched her for a while. Just when An Jiu opened the lid of the pot and served out the cooked rice, a big bowl appeared in front of him.
An Jiu looked up at the tyrant, and the tyrant handed the bowl forward with an arrogant look on his face.
Um……
very good……,
She was tired today, her shoes were dirty, and her mood was affected. She planned to make a stone pot bibimbap for dinner. Of course, there was no stone pot...
Rice, eggs, vegetables, shrimps. The most difficult part is the rice sauce. This is not a problem at all. You can use mushroom beef sauce instead.
An Jiu wanted beef. Aunt Qu disagreed at first. She made it clear that the emperor could not see meat, no matter whether it was raw or cooked.
But An Jiu could tell from the emperor's inner voice that he wanted to eat meat, and he himself had no idea why he couldn't eat meat?
An Jiu deduced that perhaps Wen Hejun's seeing meat would trigger a certain point and turn him into a tyrant...
This is what Aunt Qu and the others are afraid of.
So Anjiu suggested that since he could eat but couldn't see, then he shouldn't be allowed to see it, and the meat should be made into a meat sauce and mixed with rice and vegetables...
An Jiu was not completely without confidence in doing this. She remembered the first time she cooked for the Tyrant, she put small slices of meat. There was not much meat at that time and the pieces were cut very small. The Tyrant ate it and did not go crazy.
Anjiu was very good at making beef sauce. Based on the tyrant's taste, she put enough ingredients and made it very strong. Soon, the aroma filled the kitchen...
An Jiu was working at ease when he suddenly felt something. He turned around and saw an extremely handsome face.
The handsome guy had no self-awareness at all. He came over and stared at the pot with glowing eyes.
Anjiu felt a little better and explained, "This is a sauce. It's delicious when mixed with rice or noodles."
The tyrant moved his Adam's apple and swallowed.
An Jiu felt like laughing when she saw this, and when the sauce was ready, she scooped a large spoonful for the emperor and used chopsticks to help him stir the rice in the big bowl.
The tyrant sat down and ate.
An Jiu sighed. It was such a simple meal, but the king of a country actually ate it voraciously, like a starving ghost. If I tell others about it, I'm afraid no one will believe it.
An Jiu didn't want to eat rice, and she was too lazy to knead the dough, so she made herself some dumpling soup.
As soon as the soup came out of the pot, the emperor looked up at her.
An Jiu "..."
She looked at the emperor's large bowl and asked uncertainly, "Have you finished your meal?"
【eat. 】
【I still want to eat.】
Then I could only serve him a bowl as well, and the two of us sat on the kitchen bench and ate the dumpling soup.
An Jiu felt that if she could travel back in time, she would definitely write this experience into a book. However, with such an outrageous level of writing, readers would definitely not buy it and would even criticize her for writing a bad book.
While An Jiu was daydreaming, the tyrant had already finished his meal. He did not faint, nor did he return to Guanghua Palace. Instead, he went straight to the small house that An Jiu had just moved into today.
An Jiu "..."
That's my room...
mine! ! !
However, the tyrant could not hear Anjiu's voice.
An Jiu hurriedly jarred the remaining beef sauce. The staff meal was too bad. She lived alone now, so she could secretly mix it with rice...
It's delicious even when sandwiched in steamed buns...
After getting the things, she went out and saw Aunt Qu. Aunt Qu nodded at her and signaled An Jiu that the emperor had gone to her room.
An Jiu really wanted to ask Aunt Qu, would she just not do anything about it?
Later I thought, the tyrant is crazy and doesn’t recognize his relatives, so Aunt Qu doesn’t dare to intervene...
But what can she do?
It's not good for a single man and a single woman, right?
Aunt Qu gave her a reassuring look, then took a step back and disappeared into the darkness again...
An Jiu had no choice but to go back to his room.
The tyrant lay down on the bed she had made.
An Jiu "..."
Or, should she sleep on the dragon bed?
Ahhhhhhh.
What happened to the Dog Emperor?
she
What is he going to do?
This is the staff dormitory allocated to her by the organization!
An Jiu stared at the tyrant, wishing he could stare a hole through him.
However, the tyrant raised his chin, and with a proud look on his face, he threw the emerald green ring he had taken off his hand in front of Anjiu...
An Jiu "..."
She felt that a broken hard bed was really an injustice to His Majesty...
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