Eighth Master cuts leeks in Qing Chuanwen

: "Brother, people are here."

Following the sound of trampling footsteps, Guo Xiu looked up and saw a young man, who looked less than 20 years old, coming out of the back kitchen of the small stall.

The man's outfit was very simple and plain, but it was definitely not a cook's outfit, and there was a natural dignity lingering around.

The man came out with a friendly and gentle smile, like the spring breeze in March, and said: "I heard that Mr. Guo enjoyed his meal, so I feel relieved."

Guo Xiu "噗!" stood up, almost hit the table, and said in shock, "Eighth Master?"

Guo Xiu was dumbfounded, he never thought that he could see the Eighth Prince in this small stall, let alone that the wonderful person who cooks the food was actually the Eighth Prince!

That's right, the person who came out of the back kitchen, the person who made grilled fish, fish pot stickers and seafood lump soup, wasn't Yunxi?

Yun Hu smiled and said: "I just heard that Mr. Guo wants to make friends with me, but you can't count your words. You broke your promise and became fat. You have never eaten grilled fish in your life."