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Chapter 19 You have money, she needs money

The girl walked out of her mother's room, and as soon as the door closed, she couldn't help but take out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.

You can imagine that the situation inside the house just now wasn't very good.

Qin Su cried for a while before walking towards the kitchen.

Soon, smoke rose from the kitchen, and the aroma of food gradually spread.

Seeing its host using the props again to spread the aroma of food to the neighbors, the system felt a little melancholy:
[Host, it's been several days, and it's still not working.]

On the contrary, she spent a lot of the points she had worked so hard to earn in order to exchange for this item.

Seeing that Qin Su ignored him, the system deftly cleaned up the stove and said: [Host, why don't you go find the tyrant again?]

"Trying to sell something by being too eager won't work. With his sensitive and suspicious nature, the more you take the initiative, the more suspicious he will become."

The system paused for a moment, then had to admit that the host was right.

Meanwhile, next door, the cook who was in charge of preparing meals for the Seventh Prince was punished again today.

The chefs, steeling themselves and encouraging each other, finally mustered the courage to go to the Seventh Prince's residence, eager to find out what was going on.

In the past, if His Highness didn't eat, at most the person in the palace would punish him. Why is he starting to make trouble for the cook now?

To my surprise, as soon as I reached the door, I smelled the aroma of food wafting from next door.

"At this time," Chef Zhang looked at the two beside him with a hint of hesitation, "isn't this exactly the time His Highness is scolding people every day? Could it be that the food next door has caught His Highness's attention?"

Upon hearing this, Chef Zhao quickly sniffed the air and said, "It does smell quite good, but it's just a home-style dish, nothing special. Given how picky that person is, this... it's not that bad, really not that bad."

"Then tell me what happened?" Chef Zhang frowned and scolded.

"If I had known, would I still have come here?" Realizing his voice had risen, Chef Zhao quickly lowered it again.

"Alright, stop arguing, see for yourselves..."

Chef Wang, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, his tone carrying a hint of despair.

The two subconsciously looked up and saw a servant carrying a familiar tray coming out.

"Your Highness again..."

Before they could finish their sentence, they saw the familiar dark-faced guard walking towards them: "You chefs have arrived at just the right time. Now, kneel down."

The three men felt a sharp pain in their knees and fell to their knees with a thud.

I've lost count of how many times I've seen this familiar scene these past few days.

Chef Wang couldn't help but ask, "Sir, has His Highness had his meal today?"

A hint of sympathy flashed in the dark-faced guard's eyes, and he shook his head.

The three chefs sighed in unison:

What kind of delicacies would it take for that person to even try them?

Even if the three chefs present are renowned masters, what can you do if the customers don't want to eat?
Inside the room, Chu Jiang's face was gloomy, and his aura became increasingly imposing.

For three consecutive days, he could smell the aroma of food coming from next door at this time of day.

I'll kill her sooner or later!

He finished speaking fiercely, then suddenly raised his voice: "Men! Seal all the doors and windows!"

Liu Ying, who was lying in the tree guessing what dish the little girl next door had cooked that day, almost fell off the tree when she heard the noise.

Oh no, they've gone crazy inside again!

Wait, what's wrong with the Seventh Prince? Nobody provoked him!

Unfortunately, Dr. Xie wasn't there, so no one could answer him.
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Just like that, a few more days passed.

Even with the doors and windows sealed shut, the damned aroma of food still managed to reach his nose.

Just as Chu Jiang was about to kill someone himself, his neighbor unexpectedly refrained from firing at noon that day. He should have been happy; his neighbor had finally "gotten the hint."

However, this feeling did not last long. By the time he realized what was happening, the guards had already been summoned.

"what happened?"

Liu Ying felt like a dog kept by her crazy master, who would call her in and kick her whenever he wanted.

He didn't understand: "What does Your Highness mean?"

As soon as he said that, the man's face darkened instantly, and he looked at him as if he were a fool.

Sure enough, the next moment venom sprayed out: "If we keep such a brainless idiot like you around, is Da Qi finally doomed?"

Liu Ying: Killing your master is wrong, hold back!

Chu Jiang remained silent, his cold gaze fixed on the room next door.

Liu Ying tried to use all her brain cells to guess her master's intentions: "Is Your Highness asking about the neighbors next door?"

Chu Jiang: "Hmph."

What does "humph" mean? Is it yes or no?

If you don't say anything, I'll take it as you saying yes.

If she could use her hands, Liu Ying would have scratched her head raw: "Is Your Highness asking why Miss Sang Sang didn't cook today?"

"Humph."

Without getting angry, Liu Ying was probably certain that she was right.

When Qin Sangsang was mentioned, a hint of sympathy crept into his voice:
“Miss Sangsang’s aunt is seriously ill. She wanted to fetch a doctor, but the Prime Minister’s wife did not agree. She also wanted to go out to buy medicine, but she did not have enough money, and the gatekeeper would not let her go out.”

Chu Jiang seemed to have heard a great joke: "The daughter of the Prime Minister's family doesn't even have money to buy medicine?"

Liu Ying couldn't help but defend her: "Miss Sang Sang is an illegitimate daughter and is not favored. Anyone can bully her. It's quite normal that she has no money."

Chu Jiang's tone suddenly turned serious: "Why do you know so much?"

"Subordinate..."

Liu Ying froze. How could he explain that he usually just ate the gossip about the neighbors all the time, so he accidentally found out everything?
Before he could even come up with an explanation, the familiar aroma of food wafted into his nostrils again.

Liu Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Highness, let's start cooking."

However, the next moment a sinister voice came through: "Didn't you say her mother was dying?"

Liu Ying was momentarily speechless, her expression indescribable:

No, Your Highness, you're concerned with everything, even people's meals! Even if you're sick, you can still eat, right?
"Gulu~"

A strange rumbling sound from a stomach broke the silence in the room.

Liu Ying froze.

Chu Jiang: "Did you hear that?"

Liu Ying was drenched in cold sweat, and instinctively shook her head in denial: "No, no, no, I didn't hear anything..."

However, Chu Jiang ignored all of this: "You can either kill yourself or burn down her kitchen. Choose one."

"I choose..."

Just as the words were about to leave her lips, Liu Ying suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and an idea she had never considered before suddenly surfaced in her mind:
So is it possible that His Highness's inexplicable outbursts of anger are caused by the neighbors cooking next door?
"Your Highness! You have money, but the neighbor is short of money! It's her good fortune to be able to cook for you. Why don't you pay Miss Sangsang to cook for you?"

He regretted it as soon as he said it; how could he have said such a terrible idea?
Why don't we burn down the kitchen next door before His Highness realizes what's happening?
Poor Miss Sangsang, she was already having a hard time, how will she eat without a kitchen...?

"can."

A cold, gloomy male voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Liu Ying froze...

Did he hear wrongly?
(End of this chapter)