President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Feng Yin smiled and sat down to eat.

After taking a few sips of soy milk, Ji Xiang came out with some pastries.

"Mrs. Leng, here are some pastries that I am good at. Would you like to try them?" Ji Xiang had a flattering and cautious face. If it was someone else, he would either give her cold eyebrows, or just perfunctory a few times.

But Fengyin never took an unusual path.

"Housekeeper, bring everyone to have a taste together, don't disappoint Ji Xiang's wishes."

After Feng Yin finished speaking, the butler hesitated for a moment, and immediately called a few servants over, each of them took a snack.

Ji Xiang's eyes flickered, a little embarrassed, not knowing what Feng Yin meant.

The butler took a sip of the red bean paste bun, smiled, and put it on the table.

"Butler, how does it taste?" Ji Xiang looked at the butler nervously.

She naturally knew the position of the housekeeper in the Leng family.

"Young Master Leng doesn't eat bean paste buns, the young mistress can't eat such sweet and greasy ones."

"The quicksand in this custard bag is not enough, it's a bit hard." Another servant also said with a smile.

"This soup dumpling is too greasy to eat in the morning, and it's made of pork. Ms. Tingting likes vegetarian and beef. But beef is more particular about water."

"My young mistress doesn't eat meat in the morning. The siu mai and steamed dumplings should be fresh. They will harden after a while, and the dough is a bit thick."

The servants are all old men from Leng's family, they are very good at watching the situation, besides, Feng Yin treats them very well, and they all know Feng Yin's taste.

Ji Xiang originally had good intentions and wanted to make food to please Feng Yin, but because he couldn't grasp Feng Yin's taste well, he made a little of everything.

But is the cook of Leng's family comparable to Ji Xiang?It's just an ordinary pastry chef, and it's hard to find them with lanterns in a hundred miles. Ji Xiang's craftsmanship may be a bit higher than that of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the Leng family's cook, it's just a trick.

Ji Xiang's face was pale, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to get in.

From Feng Yin to the servants of the Leng family, they didn't play cards according to common sense. Everyone was smiling, but it was the process that made her feel ashamed.

"Then I'll do it later." Ji Xiang lowered his head, always trying to find a way for himself to get down.

"You just came back, take a good rest. There is nothing you need to do in the Night Palace. You are a guest, so just be a guest with peace of mind. Do you think there is any reason to let the guests cook? If it spreads, my Leng family will not look good."

Feng Yin looked as usual, and even took several mouthfuls of food in a leisurely manner.

With such a magnanimity, the housekeeper who watched it praised him countless times in his heart.

This is the perfect candidate for the young mistress of the Leng family.

"Where's Ting Ting?" Feng Yin put down his chopsticks and got up.

"In the garden." The butler said respectfully.

"What a little old man, I don't want to sleep for a while today. I went to play so early. I'll go see her."

Feng Yin went to the garden to look for Leng Ting, and Ji Xiang looked at the leftover snacks on the table with embarrassment written all over his face.

The servants didn't laugh at her, they just went about their work.

"Miss Ji, you can call me at any time if you need." The butler's calm attitude made Ji Xiang even more embarrassed. She was like an outsider, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't blend in.

……

In the garden, Feng Yin found Leng Ting and asked the servants to go to work first. Whether it was a servant or a bodyguard, when they heard that they could not accompany Leng Ting, they all seemed excited.

If you want to ask what is the most difficult thing in the entire Night Palace, everyone must agree on the same caliber: to accompany Leng Ting's little eunuch to go shopping in the garden.

Because it's not about visiting the garden at all, but flying over the eaves and walls, okay?