Why am I, a cook, always involved in cases?

Wu Muqi's thoughts inadvertently drifted to the figure of his father Gao Zhongcheng, a loyal imperial guard.

Thinking of the hardships experienced by everyone in the imperial kitchen, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

"This is the chess record of the game between my wife and I yesterday," said the wise general.

"Wife? You mean..." Wu Muqi asked in confusion.

He remembered a rumor that General Zhimou once redeemed a singer from Fengming Tower, and the gold and silver he spent was enough to build a small city. Fengming Tower therefore held a ten-day banquet.

The general always had an elusive look of obsession on his face, and people around him stayed away from him because they were afraid of his intoxicated look.

The masked young man's shoulders trembled slightly, and the wise general known as "Old Royal Chef" (perhaps this was a nickname for him) was also thinking about how to escape.

"Her moves are as sharp as a knife. Playing against her often sends chills down my spine..."

Although Wumuqi had never experienced love between men and women, he at least understood that the love between husband and wife that the general was talking about was very different from ordinary love.

"Who could have predicted this mid-game move? I narrowly avoided it, only to be attacked again in the next move."

At this time, General Zhimou's face was flushed and he was extremely excited.

Although they were talking about a chess game, Wumuqi knew nothing about it and just listened with a half-understanding.

He didn't find anything exciting in it either.

Just when he thought that General Zhimou would continue to talk, the old imperial chef suddenly stood up.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I have some official business to attend to. Thank you for your hospitality."

"What a shame, this game was a wonderful one. I'll make a copy of the game record and send it to you someday, along with the notes."

"...There's no need for that." Even the old royal chef showed some impatience.

"Master Xiao Liang, please don't be polite. I'll also give you the chess records from last time for your reference."

The general seems to be keen on imposing unnecessary things on others.

Xiao Liang felt that he should obey at this moment, so he nodded.

Seeing this, General Zhimou smiled.

"Haha, it's long overdue! By the way, please accept this bottle of fruit juice. I hope you can savor it carefully in the glass. I feel very close to you, and I'd like to talk more about my wife."

“You are right.”

“So, I hope you can change your mind.”

Wu Muqi was shocked.

The masked young man seemed to feel the same way, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

However, Xiao Liang left the pavilion without saying a word.

Wu Muqi glanced at the silver cup left by Xiao Liang on the stone table, in which there was still a drop of emerald green fruit juice.

"What a strange color! There are actually green grapes in the world."

The fruit juice is emerald green, not red.

"Uncle is absolutely right."

General Zhimou finished his snack and drank the remaining fruit juice.

Then——

"Well, let's start with the 180th move."

He continued to explain the chess game.

Among the four people present, three were looking at the distant horizon.

Later, Wumuqi and the others waited for half an hour before returning to the study. Although they had nothing to do, they felt inexplicably tired.

"Could you please let me fix my hair?"

"Of course, I'll be here for you. Take your time."

Only Wu Muqi and the masked young man were left in the study.

The young master finally spoke today, his voice clear and bright, not like a man's.

After he took off his veil, only a strand of black hair was left on his cheek from his neat bun.

He has a clear outline and a straight profile.

Although he is the same age as his father Gao Zhongcheng, he looks at least ten years younger.

He was wearing height-enhancing boots, but even without them he was still five feet seven inches tall.

With his tall and straight figure, he looked like a handsome civil servant no matter how you looked at him.

Who would have thought that this person was still in the harem last year, and was Concubine Si Lan, one of the four concubines?

This person is Ryan, who was once a high-ranking concubine.

"Perhaps the old fox is too eccentric. In comparison, the old royal chef seems more normal."

After she frankly expressed her feelings, she sat down at her desk and looked through the documents.

In addition to the original owner's official duties, matters assigned by the emperor were also secretly mixed in.

“Few can surpass the military advisor.”

“But he loved his wife dearly.”

"...and deeply in love with his daughter."

Thinking of his daughter, Wu Muqi sighed deeply.

Although he wanted to be a capable official like his father, he did not want to work as hard as his father.

But it seems that Wu Muqi does have talent in this area.

The reason why the master often teased the girl might be because of her father.

Although the girl was born out of wedlock, her father had only one adopted nephew besides her.

If you can win over his daughter, she will become a chess piece to check and balance the military advisor in the future.

However, things are not that simple.

Since she is the daughter of a military advisor, she is naturally not an easy person to deal with.

This morning Ryan urgently acted as the master's shadow for this reason.

The girl named Lin Zhiruo has not returned yet.

They learned about this from Concubine Yuyao last night.

“What will happen if my identity is exposed?”

"Please don't say such scary things."

Wu Muqi just felt a headache for Ryan's joke.

The day he starts to worry about his hairline, he will be following in his father's footsteps.