In the afternoon, Lin Chuan and the others looked at their master who had been back home for more than an hour, and they didn't go back to the backyard, and sat in the room where the tailor was interrogating. They didn't say a word, and they all felt it was strange, but they didn't dare to ask.

All three tailors have been taken away by the people from Yuzhongtang and Dali Temple. There are no suspects in this temporary cell. What is the master doing here?

In the past, wouldn’t I hurried back to the backyard as soon as I got home?

At this time, the backyard was intensified and there were a few more guards. Among them, Qiao Qi took a heart-shaped note that his wife had just given him and walked out in confusion.

The master had already returned home, but he told him not to tell his wife.

And the lady, she didn't know what she wanted to tell her master, so she actually wanted to write a note?

"Master, why don't you go back to the backyard when you come back? You even ask me to go to find you, but you can't smell the fragrance." Qiao Qi murmured in a low voice.

I don’t know what my wife cooked in the room next to the kitchen, but she started to smell the fragrance half an hour ago.

Qiao Qi walked more than ten meters away and couldn't help but look back and checked back, confirming that the wife did not follow her, so she continued to walk forward.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but why did he feel guilty about betraying his wife and sneakingly?

Looking at Qiao Qi coming out of the room, Lin Chuan and the others felt very strange; "What are you doing?"

"Why are you asking me to do something? It's clear that our master is doing something. He won't go back to the backyard and let his wife know about it. It seems like he is secretly raising an aunt here." Qiao Qi responded in a low voice.

We have been under Xue Wenyu for many years, let alone Lin Chuan, even the other brothers have never seen Qiao Qi like this before, and they are all very surprised. "Hey, I said, are you itchy and want to kick him? You dare to complain so much?"

"Where is the master?" Qiao Qi also came to his senses and knew that he had made a mistake.

Someone pointed to the room in the middle, and Qiao Qi walked up and raised his hand and was about to knock on the door. Lin Chuan stepped forward and whispered to remind him, "Master, you are in a bad mood, be careful."

Lin Chuan tilted his head and looked at Lin Chuan, nodded, hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door.

"Come in." There are two cold words inside the door.

Qiao Qi looked at Lin Chuan and the others again, hoping that someone could go in with him, because looking at the expressions of these brothers, Qiao Qi was a little worried.

However, as soon as the brothers next to him saw his eyes, they immediately understood his intentions. Some turned their heads to look at the sky, and some turned around to look elsewhere.

The more they did this, the less confident Qiao Qi felt. I don’t know how bad the master’s mood is! Why are these kids all afraid of this virtue?

The master inside had already spoken. Qiao Qi didn't dare to delay any more. He gritted his teeth and opened the door and walked in, but saw the master standing with his back facing him.

"Lord, Master, Madam, I have something to do with you." Qiao Qi was nervous and stuttered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his master turn around. Looking at his master's face, it seems that it is not that scary.

"What's the matter?" Xue Wenyu asked immediately.

Qiao Qi quickly raised his hand and handed the note over; "I don't know."

Xue Wenyu immediately frowned and reached out to take the note. He felt a little nervous and didn't know what was going on.

The paper strip in his hand was folded into a shape. Xue Wenyu looked very much like a peach. He carefully opened it and saw a few neat and elegant words on it, "A stove of roast duck is fragrant, the beauty's jade hands are tender, and she wants to take the duck out of the oven, but she is afraid of being scalded, so she returns quickly!"

Seeing that the poem on the paper is not a poem, and the lyrics are not a lyrics, Xue Wenyu seemed to see the scene where the man stood in front of the mud stove and wanted to take out the roasted duck inside, but was afraid of the hot.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but thrust, and his face, which had been cold for nearly a day, could no longer hold it back, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

While folding the paper, he raised his foot and walked out.

Several outside the door were waiting nervously for the situation inside. They didn't hear the master's angry movement, but saw the gloomy iceberg face suddenly changed into spring and blooming. Huh? What's going on?

Everyone looked at the master's figure foolishly, and floated past his eyes and disappeared outside the door that quickly disappeared. They reacted and hurried into the room. They saw that the brother inside seemed to have been lit and stood there in a daze.

"Hey, what's going on? Did you tell your master?" Lin Chuan couldn't wait to know.

Others also surrounded them.

Qiao Qi, who was called back to his senses, shook his head dullly; "I don't know, I just gave the piece of paper written by my wife to the master. After the master read it, it was all that."

"You kid, what have you done long ago? Come early." Lin Chuan reached out to Qiao Qi for a moment.

Qiao Qi was also very unfair; "How can I blame me for this? My wife asked me to find it."

Although everyone was curious about what was written on the paper, it would make the master feel better suddenly, and now he is really relieved.

"Let's go and take a look." Someone suggested that everyone immediately walked to the backyard and walked very quickly. Even so, they still couldn't see the figure of their master.

And their master had already smelled the fragrance before he reached the backyard door.

I didn't bother to think about anything else, so I walked into the backyard and went straight into the room with a mud stove.

Just as I saw Mu Yingbao use a wooden stick to penetrate the hole of the mud stove; "Don't move, I'll do it."

After the words came to her, he reached out and took the wooden stick. "Someone outside doesn't need it, do you have to do it yourself?"

"No, how about it? Is it better to get hot?" Another voice at the door, but the old man Tao who went to the kitchen to steal spicy beef jerky the night before, ruining Xue Wenyu's good deeds.

In fact, he left the house before dawn in the morning. He was wandering outside for a day and suddenly remembered that Mu Yingbao had pickled ducks before, and that she could make roast duck today, so he came back quickly.

Until now, he still didn't know what happened in the morning.

Xue Wenyu didn't turn around. He was afraid that he would take his anger out of the old man, but then he thought again that this old man was no worse than his mother.

If anything happened to any of the mother and the mother, the old man would blame himself and feel guilty.

In the final analysis, Xue Wenyu felt that he was careless and no one else was blamed.

He adjusted his emotions and carefully picked up the roast duck hanging in the stove.

The roast ducks are roasted in golden color and shiny, making people want to take a bite after seeing them.

He took out one and placed it on the tray on the chopping board aside, and then looked at Mu Yingbao; "Take it all out?"

"Pick five first and keep the innermost one." Mu Yingbao originally planned to take out all of them, but after looking at them, Old Man Tao came back, looked at Xue Wenyu and Brother Hui again, and re-estimated, thinking that one might not be enough for them to eat.

So, I changed my mind temporarily.

Anyway, the charcoal fire in the stove is no longer strong, so I won’t worry that the one I keep will be overbaked.

After Mu Yingbao said this, Xue Wenyu understood that he would pick up five at once, which should be distributed to the rest of the mansion for food.

Now he has also been thinking a lot. Cooking is her fun and can make her happy.

Therefore, Xue Wenyu didn't care about her sharing the prepared dishes for others.

The old duck took it out, Brother Hui wanted to go to the front, and Tao Qingyuan immediately rushed to pick it up; "Girl, is it the kitchen?"

Mu Yingbao nodded, walked to the edge of the stove, and gently pulled the charcoal at the bottom with a stick, making sure it was almost burned out.
Chapter completed!