Su Qingran couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. This Eighth Prince is really friendly to the people...

"Eighth Prince, why don't you put these two chickens down first?"

"No need, I mentioned it to eat."

“…”

Seeing Su Qingran turn around and leave, Jun Qingchen chased after him with the chicken, "Hanqing, don't leave, I'm looking for you just to stew chicken..."

"Eighth Prince, I still have something to do, so I won't be with you." Su Qingran walked away quickly.

"Don't, I'm not eating for nothing. You can stew it for me, I'll give you money..."

"How much can you give?" Su Qingran stopped hearing this.

"Ten taels."

Ten...two, that's her monthly salary!

Seeing that she didn't agree, Jun Qingchen frowned and added a price, "Twenty taels?"

I don’t know where the monthly expenses of other royal palaces are spent. Anyway, half of the expenses of the Eight Princes Mansion are spent on food and drink by Jun Qingchen.

"become!"

...

Jun Qinghan flipped through the Case and suddenly smelled a tempting fragrance coming from the Houya.

Pressed his temple, got up and walked over.

At this time, Jun Qingchen had just drunk two bowls of chicken soup and burped with satisfaction.

He raised his hand to Su Qingran's shoulder and looked at her with admiration, "Han Qing, I didn't expect you to have such a good cooking skill. How to stew this chicken soup? Write me the method. Let me ask the chef in the mansion to stew it for me."

"I can't cook, I can only stew the soup."

"You can only stew the soup? Then you won't stew the soup..." Jun Qingchen said and stopped talking, and felt chills in his heart.

Su Qingran smiled gloomyly, "You are right."

She was obsessed with Song Ci's record of imprisonment, and she had personally practiced most of the autopsy methods in it.

Especially when cooking bones, when she was fascinated, she would buy a few large bones every day and cook them at home, and repeatedly observe and compare them.

After a while, she couldn't master the bone cooking and autopsy, and even had a solution to make soup.

The smile on the corner of Jun Qingchen's mouth froze slightly. When he was a little nauseous, his big hand on Su Qingran's shoulder suddenly hurt and he subconsciously shrank back.

He covered his hands and frowned, and when he turned around, he saw Jun Qinghan with a chilling breath.

He looked at him with some grievance: Fourth brother, why are you hitting me so hard?

Jun Qinghan glanced at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "This is Dali Temple, not Zuiyue Tower!"

Zuiyue Tower is the most expensive restaurant in the imperial capital. It has a unique cuisine and is the place where Jun Qingchen most often visits.

Before Jun Qingchen could speak, Jun Qinghan's eyes were already looking at the woman beside him.

Su Qingran bit her lip, but this time she was cheated by the Eighth Prince, the foodie!

"What are you still standing there? Go to the study and wait."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Jun Qingchen beside her with a look of self-seeking blessings, and ran away with gloating.

After Su Qingran left, Jun Qingchen walked to Jun Qinghan happily, "Fourth brother, I was wrong. I will never dare to stew soup in Dali Temple next time."

When Jun Qinghan heard this, his face was still gloomy and it took him a long time to speak coldly, "Don't you know her identity?"

After reminding, Jun Qingchen immediately reacted, "I forgot if you don't say it. I have always treated her as Han Qing. I'll pay attention next time, pay attention..."

"No next time, I'm not allowed to come to Dali Temple in the future."

"I tease birds and raise fish every day, but I ended up in my stomach. How boring, it's still interesting to you, Dali Temple..."

When he met Jun Qing's cold eyes, he immediately changed the topic, "Fourth brother, do you want to taste the chicken soup? It tastes very good."

"What do you think?"

"I'll serve a bowl for my fourth brother now."
Chapter completed!