Your Son Is Fake
編輯: Atlas Studios
Su Xiaoxiao roughly understood the structure of the Protectoratefrom Su Mo. She roughly knew that her current location was not far from the main kitchen of the residence.
That was true. She could smell it too. It was the fragrance of roasted venison.
It seemed that the food in the Protectorate was not bad.
Thinking of Father Su, who had not eaten well in the countryside, Su Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed coldly.
A patrolling guard walked past the courtyard wall. Su Xiaoxiao didn't want her aura to be sensed and walked towards the noisy and busy kitchen.
She hid behind a nearby rockery.
At this time, ordinary families had long rested. Only the main kitchen of the Protectorate was still busy.
A nanny in charge led the two maidservants into the kitchen in a hurry. As she walked, she instructed, "Have you remembered what I instructed you to do? The Little High Duke doesn't eat anything fat. Remember to remove the oil on the ginseng soup."