Do You Like My Master?

Xiaoxiao did not think that the Empress would only come up with such a small trick with such great fanfare. However, she could only take it one step at a time to predict the future. It was impossible for her to see the smart disciple cum hard working laborer who she had finally found get implicated because of this.

Xiaoxiao glanced at the expensive ingredients in the kitchen again and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

A mosquito's leg was still meat. It would be a waste not to take so many points.

"By the way, my good disciple, have I not taught you how to cook at banquets?"

Furong's eyebrows twitched. Of course. She had just handed in a few snacks and left behind a few recipes when her mysterious little master disappeared. It took her a long time to find out that she had actually gone to the border.

Not to mention banquet dishes, even if it was home-cooked dishes, her master did not care to teach her, okay?