After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Xie Fuyi had his back to her, but people who practiced martial arts had sharp ears and eyes, and could identify a person just by the sound of his footsteps.

He realized that he had said something wrong, so he pursed his lips and swallowed the words in his throat, pretending that nothing had happened and turned around: "Are you done?"

Gu Qinghe collected his thoughts: "Yeah."

She handed the dish to Jingse and motioned for him to taste it.

Jing Se's eyes flickered between the two of them, noticing their strange looks. He raised his eyebrows and asked bluntly, "Do you have any misunderstandings that haven't been resolved?"

Which pot does not open which pot.

Gu Qinghe glared at him: "Master Jing, it's time to eat."

Jing Se smiled faintly and said nothing. He turned to look at the man who had rarely been defeated: "Thank you, Pavilion Master, you will also have this day. Jing really didn't expect it."

He was deliberately seeking revenge for the icy feeling he felt on the sword's neck.

Xie Fuyi glanced at him coldly.

Gu Qinghe directly picked up the chopsticks in the bamboo tube and stuffed them into his hand: "Master Jing, try it!"

Say less and let her feel more at ease before she leaves!

Jingse tactfully picked up a piece of tofu stained with sauce, but before he put it into his mouth, it fell into the bowl halfway.

"..."

Jingse thought this was retribution, he concentrated on using the chopsticks in his hand to pick up the piece again, but before he could be happy, the tofu on the chopsticks broke into two halves, one half in the bowl and the other half on the table.

Jing Se: “…”

An ordinary person would be angry if encountering such a thing, but he had seen too many things and didn't care so much about his face.

He looked up at the little girl who was trying to hold back her laughter until her face turned red. He put down his chopsticks and said helplessly, "Not only are the people around you bullying me, but you are also bullying me with the meals you cook."

Gu Qinghe cleared his throat and said seriously: "Young Master, you are going to make a fortune."

"Oh?" Jing Se shook his fan, holding back his laughter and bluffing her: "If the girl doesn't say this today, I will unilaterally terminate the cooperation."

Gu Qinghe said righteously: "Master Jing, think about it, some of the people who come to the restaurant to eat may not be able to pick up the dishes like you, and I just didn't think of this. Thanks to you, I remembered it.

Then I can come up with a recipe for tofu sandwiches for people like you. Then there will be no more people who don't eat tofu because they can't afford to sandwich them. You say, is this going to make money?"

Jing Se laughed: "Miss, your verbal skills are really admirable."

Gu Qinghe seemed to be unable to see the smile in his eyes, thinking that he was praising her. She picked up a pair of chopsticks and demonstrated to him: "Pick it up gently from the middle of the two sides, and don't use too much force in your hands..."

Jingse imitated her movements, picked up a piece of tofu and successfully put it into his mouth. He savored it carefully. The food on the tip of his tongue was soft and tender, with a meaty aroma that was moderately salty. After he bit it, a light fragrance spread in his mouth, blending well with the oily taste of the sauce.

It's a delicious dish.

Jingse, who had never been taken advantage of, secretly drew conclusions in his heart.

He recalled the difficulty of picking up tofu the last two times and looked up at the girl opposite him: "Is there any other method to solve the problem of not being able to pick up tofu from the root?"

Gu Qinghe thought for a moment and pointed at the top corner of the tofu and said, "I can cut a knife here to change its shape. It will be easier to pick up, but it won't look as good as this."

From a square cube, it becomes a triangle with three sides and a parallelogram with one side, so it will not look so regular and shaped when placed.

Gu Qinghe informed Jingse of the pros and cons one by one. Jingse nodded and directly decided on the names of two dishes, one called Square Tofu and the other called Angular Tofu. When ordering, he asked the waiter to explain the reasons and let them order by themselves.

When lunchtime came, more and more people came to Qianlai Restaurant. Gu Qinghe took Xie Fuyi to sit in the perfect position to listen to gossip.

The chef at Qianlai Restaurant is only halfway through his apprenticeship, so they can't serve tofu dishes today. However, Manager Liu at the counter has already started promoting his restaurant's new cuisine.

Thanks to his hospitable and enthusiastic explanation, everyone who comes to the restaurant to dine is full of curiosity about this cuisine.

For a while, the restaurant was filled with discussions about tofu, until three or five men with foreign accents came in.

They were all strong and sturdy, with dark and rough skin. They sat in the hall with swords slung over their bodies, and their angry voices were ear-piercing: "This Prince of Yong'an really doesn't give people a way to survive. I don't know why he blocked the road for no reason. He really thinks that the royal family is his Prince of Yong'an Mansion!"

His companion slammed the table, his face full of anger: "I think he will be beaten to death sooner or later! What do you mean it's the order of the King of Huainan? Everyone knows that they are birds of a feather, relying on their power to bully us hardworking people!"

Gu Qinghe raised her eyebrows when she heard this, looking a little incredulous. She raised her voice and asked, "Where are you guys from? What did the Prince of Yong'an do?"

She seemed like a foolish village girl who was brave but not brave enough. Several men looked at her with fierce looks on their faces and said maliciously, "Men are talking, why are you, a slut, butting in? Do you want to live?"

Before he could finish, a sword stabbed his arm, and the dark-skinned man cried out in pain. He pulled out the sharp sword and retreated to his companions, looking at the black-clothed man in front of him with bloodshot eyes: "Who are you?"

Five or six knives pointed directly at Xie Fuyi. He held the bloody sword and swept across their faces indifferently: "Xun Qingge, Xie Fuyi."

Several men's faces changed drastically, their hands trembled and they almost lost their grip on the knife handles. The man whose arm was injured by him was sweating profusely: "I am sorry for disturbing you because I didn't recognize you."

Having said that, he wanted to take people away.

"Stop." Xie Fuyi's hands moved slightly, and the bloody blade was placed on his neck. He said coldly, "Did I let you go?"

The man turned back stiffly: "Thank you, Pavilion Master, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Xie Fuyi uttered two words coldly: "Apologize."

Wu Da reacted and bowed in the direction of Gu Qinghe to apologize, with a hint of malice flashing in his lowered eyes.

Xie Fuyi gently exerted force with his right hand, and blood immediately gushed out of the man's neck. He said nonchalantly: "The people of the Mission Alliance are still insincere as always. Tell me, should I let you stay here with me?"

The pain of having his skin cut was so frightening that Wu Da no longer dared to have any evil thoughts. He calmed down and bowed to apologize again.

Gu Qinghe didn't expect that her casual curiosity would lead her to run into a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong. She sat upright on a small wooden stool, rolled her eyes and said, "I've only heard that the Prince of Huainan bullies others by taking advantage of his power, but I never thought that the Prince of Yong'an is also like this. Uncle, why don't you stay and have a good talk with me?"

Wu Da didn't want to stay at all, but the sword on his neck was getting tighter and tighter, and there was a faint murderous aura. He suppressed the restlessness and fear in his heart and sat over with his men.

Under the threat of the sword, he asked with a smile: "What do you want to know, little girl?"

Gu Qinghe held his chin with both hands and asked curiously, "Is the leader of the Mission Alliance good-looking?"