Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

Without Guan Yanfeng's frightened expression, Lu Zicha opened the lid of the pot and looked at the popcorn.

Most of the corn kernels have been popped. Now this method of popping popcorn is the simplest. Without a popcorn machine, there are still a few "unrecognizable" corn kernels that have not popped, and some are burnt.

Lu Zicha picked out the charred popcorn with chopsticks, and weighed the remaining pot of popcorn into the glass bowl.

The white popcorn, with the same white and crystal icing on the outside, looks very cute.

As for the taste.

Lu Zicha took one and tasted it. Generally speaking, it was considered a success, but before the food was served, he couldn't help but ate several pills in a row.

Yan Fengyang looked at him eating like this, and said helplessly, "If all the cooks in the world were like you, they probably wouldn't have to eat. I think you will be full before it's served."

Hearing what he said, Lu Zicha quickly pressed the handful of popcorn he had just picked up into Yan Fengyang's mouth: "General, come and taste it, this kind of freshly baked popcorn is the sweetest and most delicious."

"Hey……"

Suddenly being fed a mouthful of popcorn, Yan Fengyang just wanted to reprimand this daring brat when his taste buds were attacked by the sweet taste, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he began to chew.

Frowning slightly loosened, Yan Fengyang stretched out his hand towards Lu Zicha again.

"Didn't the general say you can't eat it before serving it?"

Seeing Yan Fengyang's appearance, Lu Zicha couldn't help but want to tease him, "Could it be that the general wants to eat in this kitchen?"

Yan Fengyang coughed twice, trying to avoid the topic, and asked, "What is this thing? I've never eaten it before."

Lu Zicha thought, it would be strange if you have eaten it before, and he said: "This thing is called popcorn, it is a kind of snack, many people will eat this when... couples are watching a movie."

Stuffing the glass bowl full of popcorn into Yan Fengyang's arms, Lu Zicha turned his head slightly and said with a smile, "If the general can't wait, I'll give it to you."

Hugging the glass bowl filled with popcorn, Yan Fengyang smiled helplessly: "You..."

Seeing that Lu Zicha clapped his hands and it was ready, Yan Fengyang said indifferently: "Okay, all these will be sent to my room."

"Ah?" Lu Zicha couldn't help asking, thinking of Huang Chi who had just instructed him to cook and sent him into the kitchen, "But His Highness the Third Prince..."

Yan Fengyang said indifferently: "Do you still remember the rules in the General's Mansion?"

Don't you just listen to the general?

"Okay, General."

Since Yan Fengyang said so, Lu Zicha could only ignore other issues, he put Mala Mix and another bowl of popcorn into a tray, and brought them to Yan Fengyang's room.

The two meals ended up in the stomachs of Lu Zicha and Yan Fengyang. As for Huang Chi, Lu Zicha didn't know how he cooked.

But soon, he knew how Yan Fengyang operated.

Just because this matter spread in the mouths of the servants.

And the more it spreads, the more evil it becomes.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince insisted on asking the servant next to the general to cook for him, and His Royal Highness who made the unpalatable food immediately vomited."

"What, no, I heard that the food made by that boy was not salty and made His Highness vomit. In order to calm His Highness's anger, the general beheaded that boy on the spot with a knife."

"Really? How did I hear that the boy was so frightened that he hanged himself?"

At night, Lu Zicha had to believe that he was already a "dead person".

Today, he knows how the two idioms "Three people become a tiger and everyone makes gold" come from.

Yan Fengyang was simply trying to tarnish his reputation. He actually took it upon himself to find someone to cook a table of unpalatable dishes and sent them to Huang Chi. When a person cooks, let him cook with his own hands, and supervise him.

Today's Lu Zicha was another day when General Yan became the all-round secretary!

After cooking and massage, Lu Zicha finally finished his day's work.

Yan Fengyang saw that the food made by Lu Zicha was very satisfactory to him today, and he was tired too, so he drove Lu Zicha away early and asked him to go back to rest.

It is estimated that he was exhausted and never cooked again.

Lu Zicha naturally agreed with a smile. Seeing that he could rest, he left Yan Fengyang's bedroom immediately without any hesitation, and walked towards the door.

Stretching, she opened the door with the key, and pushed the door lightly, but Lu Zicha did not push the door open as usual.

There seemed to be something heavy at the door, which blocked his door.

Had someone entered his house?

Lu Zicha felt that there was no sound of breathing in the room, and thought to himself, the thief who sneaked into his room should have already left.

Thinking of this, Lu Zicha slightly pushed the door open.

There was a crisp sound of "cracking", as if something hit the wall, Lu Zicha didn't light the candle, he frowned, looked over in the dark, and the one blocking his door just now was a dead body!

Lu Zicha's small room is very small, with only a small table, a path that can only accommodate one person, and a single bed.

The dead man was lying at the entrance of the path just now, blocking Lu Zicha's door.

In the middle of the night, seeing the corpse lying on the ground glowing blue under the moonlight, it looked really scary.

Lu Zicha looked forward, only to see that the box of "Hand Cream" he had hidden was turned out by someone at some time, and it fell on the corner where the bed and the table were next to each other.

Suddenly, Lu Zicha felt his heart beating like a drum, his whole body was icy cold, and the chill penetrated into his body from the tip of his toes.

Hearing the sound of the guards passing by outside the door, Lu Zicha subconsciously turned around and strode into the room, then slammed the door shut.

When the footsteps of the guards were far away, he resumed his panting, and his body leaning on the door slowly slid to the ground, feeling physically and mentally exhausted for a while.

Lu Zicha got up slowly, found the lock and locked the door.

He turned around and took a flint to light the candle. Under this light, Lu Zicha could see the figure of this person a little bit clearly.

But that's not the point.

The point is, his hut has been burglarized.

Lu Zicha's room was small, so it was obvious that there were traces of fighting. There were many scratches from new swords on the broken wooden table, and there were traces of swords on the ground.

The bed was also messy, and Lu Zicha's only book "The World's No. [-] Peerless Martial Arts" was also thrown on the bed, with the pages still open.