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

In the quiet atmosphere, Lin Zhiruo gently lifted her left arm and carefully pushed up her sleeve, revealing the bandage wrapped from her wrist to her elbow.

She slowly untied the bandage, revealing the heart-wrenching scars.

One of the female officials couldn't help but scream, and the other female officials looked at each other, speechless.

These scars were left when Lin Zhiruo was trying to make new dishes. Her skin was charred and her muscles were damaged, which was shocking.

Even a lady living in luxury would probably feel disgusted if she saw it.

"I am such an insignificant person, yet you, my Lord, have shown me such divine mercy that you have given me a meal."

Lin Zhiruo whispered as she re-wrapped the bandage.

Her eyes were humbly lowered and her body trembled slightly, as if expressing endless gratitude.

"……forget it."

The female officials felt bored and left one after another.

Only the tall female official glanced at Lin Zhiruo indifferently, and then returned to her post.

Lin Zhiruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This embarrassing confrontation finally came to an end.

She gently turned her neck, making a slight sound, and re-clenched the rag in her hand, preparing to move to the next cleaning location.

However, at this moment, she noticed that the graceful eunuch was leaning against the wall with a dazed look on his face.

Lin Zhiruo was filled with doubts: "Manager Quan, what are you doing?"

The eunuch was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you often get harassed like this? And why did you raise your left hand?"

Lin Zhiruo smiled slightly, deftly avoiding the question about her left hand. "It's okay. Compared to the maids in the harem, it's nothing. But why are you, the steward, acting like this?"

From Quan Wushuang's perspective, it seems impossible to see Lin Zhiruo's scar.

Lin Zhiruo thought that with such a noble status, it was really inappropriate to put on such an attitude.

Gao Zhongcheng, who was standing behind him, also had a look of helplessness on his face.

"Well, I should go to the next place."

Since Quan Wushuang has returned, Lin Zhiruo can no longer continue cleaning the study.

She picked up the bucket and prepared to go somewhere else.

Quan Wushuang suddenly said in his sweet voice: "What a unique preference..."

Lin Zhiruo thought to herself that her behavior should not be considered rude.

Even though Quan Wushuang witnessed the whole process, Lin Zhiruo felt at ease.

She continued to clean diligently, but in her heart she was thinking, "Food is indeed scarce in winter."

Back in her room, Lin Zhiruo sat down cross-legged, folded her arms across her chest, and fell into deep thought.

The ingredients she collected during her breaks were few and far from enough to prepare new dishes.

In desperation, she could only wash and dry the ingredients and hang them on the wall of the room.

Since coming to the outer court, Lin Zhiruo's room has been filled with these dried ingredients, which looks quite strange.

Although the room she was assigned was spacious and bright compared to that of other palace maids, it was still small after all.

However, the kitchen in Liuli Palace can be used freely and has abundant ingredients, so it does not need to take up space like it does now.

Lin Zhiruo stared at the wooden box on the cage, thinking to herself: "How can I use these?"

The wooden box is tied with silk thread and contains a precious ingredient - truffle.

This was what Quan Wushuang brought when he came to Hualiu Lane. When Lin Zhiruo saw it, she signed the contract without hesitation.

Looking back now, it might have been a bit impulsive, but she really couldn't resist the temptation of this mysterious ingredient.

Lin Zhiruo gently opened the lid of the box and saw the truffles inside. She couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Her smile was a little weird, and her cheeks twitched slightly.

Lin Zhiruo quickly stroked her sagging cheeks with her fingertips and lay down on the bed.

The maids had to get up early in the morning to work and had to wake up before the rooster crowed.

Although the master she served had lost his most precious treasure, he was still graceful and elegant, and Lin Zhiruo did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Lin Zhiruo covered the thin sheet with a few more pieces of clothing and slowly closed her eyes.

She wondered to herself, "Is this room too small?"

Quan Wushuang asked casually while tasting the fish stew.

Lin Zhiruo blinked when she heard this: "For a servant like me, it's more than enough."

In fact, she wanted to say, "Yes, it's very small. If possible, I would like to live in a room next to a well with a stove." But she didn't dare say it clearly.

Quan Wushuang seemed to understand her thoughts and smiled slightly: "Really?"

Lin Zhiruo did not answer, but just looked at him silently.

This eunuch, who had just woken up, had slightly disheveled clothes and his hair was casually tied up, but he exuded an indescribable charm.

Lin Zhiruo couldn't help but think that it was no wonder that apart from herself, Gao Zhongcheng and another older maid, there was no other woman to serve him.

This kind of charm may be a fatal temptation for women, and for men, they will probably do everything they can to conquer her.

Lin Zhiruo sighed inwardly, "What a sinful adult."

It suddenly occurred to her that some female insects emit a peculiar smell in order to attract males.

Attracted by this smell, a female insect can attract dozens or even hundreds of male insects.

Lin Zhiruo once used this characteristic to catch insects for food.

Thinking about it this way, Quan Wushuang's characteristic might be very interesting.

She couldn't help but look at him with this gaze, as if examining a precious ingredient... No, it was Quan Wushuang.

This is Lin Zhiruo's bad habit. She will be distracted when she thinks of other things, which causes her to often fail to keep up with other people's topics.

Even though she wasn't listening, she would pretend to be listening and nod, which made others even more confused.

"If you wish, I can have a more comfortable room prepared for you."

Quan Wushuang suddenly said with a satisfied smile on his face.

He asked Xiao Cui to add another bowl of fish stew for him.

Xiao Cui is one of the few maids who can serve Quan Wushuang, and she looks to be over fifty years old.

She smiled as she put the fish stew into a new bowl, poured black vinegar on it and handed it to him.

Although Lin Zhiruo was a little confused, she seemed to be preparing a better room for her.

As soon as she understood, her eyes met Gao Zhongcheng, who was holding his forehead.

This person seemed to have something to say, but Lin Zhiruo just frowned and ignored him.