At this time.

Lu Shu sat on the threshold and spoke: "Old ghost, what I just made was the prince's arrangement. Just follow your orders and act!"

The old ghost was a little surprised: "Can that kind of tactic work?"

Lu Shu glared at him: "The prince is proficient in military tactics, what do you think?"

The old ghost shrank his neck: "That's sure!"

"Hahaha......"

Everyone in front of the hall burst into hilarious again.

But, is it really OK?

This kind of defense method is unheard of!

Old ghost, I have no idea!

Inside the fort.

at this time.

Everyone in Sima's mansion smelled the scent of barbecue floating in from outside, and felt the burning hunger burning in their stomachs!

Sima Lan is already hungry!

She held her pretty face and sat on the horse stool, asking weakly: "Xiao Ge, why don't we eat noodles with Prince Huang?"

now.

Sima Ge's fair face was covered with ash, and he gritted his teeth and stir-fryed the beef in the pan, as if he was competing with it: "You are the second lady of Sima's mansion, the future princess, how can you squat together with a group of big-headed soldiers to eat noodles?"

"What's more, the lady has been doing a rich and frugal life since she was a child. She must not be able to get into the lady's mouth!"

"The food the lady wants to eat must be exquisite."

"Those who make food must have a chef!"

"Miss, am I doing it right?"

“Guru…”

Simalan was so hungry that she was rumbled, and she agreed with her inconsistency: "You did the right thing!"

But, looking at the beef rolling in the pot, she couldn't help asking: "Chef Xiao Ge, why is your beef burning black?"

Sima Ge said coldly: "It's because this is the meat of a black beef!"

Sima Lan's eyes veins pounded violently a few times: "The black cow is just black in skin, shouldn't the meat be red?"

Sima Ge's mouth curled up a little stubbornness: "This end is quite special, and the flesh is also black."

"Why......"

Sima Lan sighed quietly: "Why does it emit a burnt smell?"

"Why does your unique black beef have flames?"

That's all.

"boom......"

The butter in the pot caught fire!

Sima Ge was shocked and picked up the gourd ladle from the side with agility, poured water to put out the fire.

"Boom boom boom..."

The fire is much more violent!

Sima Lan quickly picked up the lid of the pot, without fear of the fire, and covered it heavily on the pot.

Suddenly.

The medium heat of the pot is isolated from oxygen - it is extinguished!

"Why......"

Sima Lan asked helplessly: "What should I do with my chef?"

The dead men looked at each other, and they all had no desire to live.

From childhood to adulthood, they are only obsessed with practicing murder skills and making dishes and cooking, which is not the area they are good at.

What's more, in this era when gentlemen are far away from the kitchen, men generally do not cook.

This is also the reason why Sima Ge takes charge of the chef.

At this time.

In another pot, the burnt smell of rice made the inner courtyard even more smoky.

"Oops!"

Sima Ge kicked out, and the temporary rock stove collapsed!

A black pot fell to the ground, and black and yellow rice scattered all over the ground.

Sima Lan looked speechless: "Xiao Ge, how can you get married in the future?"

Sima Ge's mentality was a little broken: "Miss, I am your dead soldier. I will be with you for the rest of my life and will not get married."

"Miss, bear it, I'll do it again!"

"It will definitely succeed!"

Her face was like a cat, and she wanted to cry in her heart: "Is it so difficult to cook?"

Just when the dead men were in a state of collapse.

The wounded soldiers walked into the inner courtyard with bowls of oil splashed noodles. The aroma of barbecue on the noodles made everyone salivate.

Xiaobai looked at the messy inner courtyard, with no strange color on his face, and he greeted with a smile: "Ms. Sima, the prince smelled the fragrance of food in the inner courtyard, and was worried that the elder brother and sister of Sima's mansion were not good at cooking outdoors, so he asked me to send him the oil splash noodles he made with himself. Please don't dislike me!"

The aroma of oil splashed noodles and barbecue has made it impossible for hungry people to resist.

Sima Lan smiled with a beautiful eyes and asked in confusion: "Master Bai, why did you let the prince cook in person?"

The young man explained: "The prince figured out the oil-splashed noodles by himself, and no one else would, so this time, he can only make it by the prince."

"The prince said, "I will eat and sleep with the same person, and this pasta is ordinary, so I hope Miss Sima will not dislike it!"

Sima Lan smiled sweetly: "This oil-splashed noodles is ordinary, but it is made by your prince himself. I'm afraid it's the most precious pasta in the world!"

"The hands that take people are short, and the mouth that eats people is soft... The prince is indeed very good at making good noodles!"

"Thank you, General Manager Bai, for sending the noodles!"

"Xiao Ge, this is the new pasta that the prince rewards. Why don't you take it quickly and share it with everyone!"

"yes!"

Sima Ge glared at Xiaobai with a little face and said viciously: "Thank you, General Manager Bai!"

Soon after.

Xiaobai took the guards and retreated with smiles.

Sima Lan walked into the wing room, her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity, and she picked up the chopsticks on the table and took a small bite.

Suddenly.

A wonderful feeling wrapped her taste buds: "It's so delicious!"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and murmured to the oil-splashed face: "Your personal guard will be very moved after eating your noodles, and will die for you!"

"The Sima Mansion Dead Soldiers ate the noodles you personally, and when they protect you carefully, they will do their best!"

"This bowl of oil splashed noodles... is so cooked!"

"Eat noodles to your heart!"

Then.

She didn't even bother to maintain the elegance of a noble girl and started eating in big mouthfuls.

It's really delicious!

"Xilihulu..."

In the inner courtyard, the sounds of eating noodles and drinking soup are heard one after another.

The dead soldiers were so hungry!

Sima Ge squatted at the door of the wing, sucking the noodles hard, muttering vaguely: "Miss, you can't like him just because he knows how to make noodles!"

"Otherwise, you will be a widow."

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Sima Lan walked over, stretched out her jade hand, and bounced on Sima Ge's forehead twice: "If you eat someone, you think they don't live long, it's really a bad idea!"

Sima Gori said with confidence: "I am thinking about the lady."
To be continued...