Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

In the kitchen, all the servants had been sent away by Ren Lanyue.

Ren Baozhi held a freshly slaughtered goose in one hand and scooped up boiling water from the wooden barrel with the other hand and poured it over the goose.

A smell of goose fat rose from the kitchen.

Ren Lanyue was putting rabbit meat into the pot at this moment. The oil splashed out with a sizzling sound, making her scream, but the hand holding the spatula kept stirring in the pot: "Sister...ah...sister, ah...what's that smell...ah, it smells so bad."

Ren Baozhi was plucking goose feathers and said without turning her head, "It tastes like goose."

"It smells terrible, nothing like it tastes like on the plate, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ren Lanyue's shrill scream was heard, and Ren Baozhi looked back and saw a raging fire on the big iron pot. The people near the stove were so scared that they kicked their legs.

"Close the lid quickly!"

"Oh oh," Ren Lanyue quickly covered the pot with the lid, and said with lingering fear, "I didn't light the fire, how did it catch on its own?"

Ren Baozhi saw that some of Ren Lanyue's hair had been singed and said, "Why don't I do it?"

Ren Lanyue righteously refused: "No, how can I apologize and then let others help me? I must personally cook a sumptuous meal for Sister Si!"

"Alright," Ren Baozhi moved his plucking position to the stove, "turn it over quickly, the food is about to get burnt."

"Oh, yes, my dish, my bunny!"

Ren Lanyue was stir-frying the rabbit meat and adding the side dishes while distractedly looking at the recipe: "Sister, the recipe says 'add appropriate amount of salt', how much should I add? Is a handful enough?"

Ren Baozhi's pupils trembled. Even if she couldn't cook, she knew that this was a lethal dose.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Ren Lanyue had already grabbed a handful of salt and was about to sprinkle it into the pot. She quickly dropped the goose and swooped over to catch the salt before it completely fell into the pot: "Are you trying to kill Si Jiangchou with salt?"

Ren Lanyue acted like a child who had done something wrong: "I, I don't know what the appropriate amount is."

Ren Baozhi threw the salt in her hand into the swill bucket: "Then wait for my answer first, don't be impatient."

Ren Lanyue felt wronged: "Oh."

Ren Baozhi didn't know how much salt to add, so she said, "Just add a little bit first and try it. Don't add too much at once."

She had just sat back on the stool when Ren Lanyue's voice rang out again: "Sister, what is soy sauce? Is it the black sauce? It says to add a spoonful. How big a spoonful is it?"

Ren Baozhi picked up the goose's neck again, thought for a moment, and said, "Just add a tablespoon. If it's not enough, we can add more slowly."

"it is good."

Ren Baozhi was worried, so she turned around and saw Ren Lanyue scooping a spoonful of sauce with a large spoon and pouring it into the pot...

She closed her eyes.

Rabbit, I will pray for your salvation.

Si Jiangchou, I wish you peace.

The moonlight filtered through the tightly closed window frames, painting the ground with a cool blue. The blue was wet, and it slowly spread out, climbing onto the young man standing in front of the dressing mirror.

The boy's overly quiet gaze fell on the dressing table, on which were only a few scattered items: a glass lamp, a pair of scissors, a comb, and a white handkerchief.

There was dust between the teeth of the comb, and Si Jiangchou picked up a handkerchief and wiped it again and again.

She lifted up the long hair in front of her chest and combed it slowly.

My hair is seven parts dry and three parts damp, and the coolness of the summer rain can never be dispelled.

A blurry face was reflected in the mirror. In the flickering firelight, the face also flickered and appeared, like a lonely boat swaying in the wind and rain.

Even if she didn't blink, the face in the mirror seemed to be constantly changing. After looking at it for a long time, it felt like she was really on the waves, making her dizzy and vertigo-stricken.

In the blur, she tried hard to distinguish the facial features of the person in the mirror.

Eyebrows, nose, lips...

She wanted to raise the corners of her lips, like she had done countless times before.

But for some reason, no matter how many times I tried, the corners of my lips would never rise as I wished.

You are obviously good at smiling, aren't you?

Why can't I smile at myself?

Are you unhappy?

Outside, footsteps approached, and the person knocked politely: "It's time for dinner."

Si Jiangchou's eyes flickered slightly: "Aren't you coming in?"

The door was pushed open and the night rushed into the house.

Si Jiangchou saw the person through the bronze mirror and was very surprised. She was so close to the mirror that she couldn't see the face in the mirror clearly, but the person was just standing at the door, and her eyebrows and eyes were clearly reflected in the mirror.

Ren Baozhi was also looking into the mirror at this moment. The young man in the mirror had a faint smile on his lips.

After a brief moment of distraction, the smile disappeared, like a fleeting blooming ephemeral flower on a rainy night.

She met Si Jiangchou's eyes in the mirror and said, "You still have a fever. You should rest in bed."

"Fever?" Si Jiangchou asked her, "Is fever the same as fever?"

"Well, I'm more casual when I'm at home." Ren Baozhi rummaged through the closet, found a cloak, and asked Si Jiangchou, "Are you cold? Do you want one?"

Si Jiangchou took the cloak and tied the string. Then he heard Ren Baozhi say, "Why do you suddenly want to comb your hair?"

She raised her eyes to look at Ren Baozhi. The moonlight sprinkled on Si Jiangchou's face, and she looked cold and icy. "I don't want to meet people with unkempt hair and dirty face."

"We don't care about these things. You're making people feel alienated. Don't be like this next time."

Si Jiangchou looked at her with a smile: "Will there be a next time?"

Ren Baozhi said, "I'm just being polite, don't take it seriously."

"It's too late," Si Jiangchou said, "I'm a very simple person. I believe whatever you say."

Ren Baozhi hissed and looked at her with a frown: "Do you feel that there is something wrong with you?"

Si Jiangchou's expression was flawless: "Really?"

Ren Baozhi bent down and observed her closely: "Don't you think your words are sticky, a little... oily... uh, disgusting?"

"These are all fake mother's words. I'm used to them."

Ren Baozhi was suspicious: "Is that so?"

Si Jiangchou nodded: "That's it."

"Sister Si, you're finally here!"

Seeing Ren Baozhi and Si Jiangchou arriving at the main hall, Ren Lanyue was the first to greet them.

She timidly walked over to Si Jiangchou and said, "Sister Si, I'm sorry. I spoke inappropriately today. You must have been upset after hearing it. I promise I will never say that again. I will also tell my sisters, aunts, and other cousins ​​not to say that again."

She threw out all her words, fearing that Si Jiangchou would not accept her apology. "Yue'er apologizes to you. I'm sorry. I made a dry pot of rabbit meat especially for you. Sister Si, are you willing to forgive Yue'er?"

After saying that, she glanced at Si Jiangchou cautiously, then quickly lowered her head, not daring to look Si Jiangchou in the eye.

After all, what she said at that time was so ridiculous that she didn't even dare to think about it again.