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

(How would I know if it wasn't stated?)

Although Lin Zhiruo had this thought in her mind, she also understood that her words often failed to express her ideas clearly, so how could she dare to be so demanding of others?

"Could you please move to the kitchen next to the well?"

Lin Zhiruo inadvertently blurted out her heartfelt wish.

"……kitchen?"

"Exactly. The kitchen."

Lin Zhiruo originally thought that she could cook delicious food in the kitchen without being disturbed.

However, Gao Zhongcheng shook his head and waved his hands, making a big gesture of denial.

Lin Zhiruo thought to herself, this uncle is so humorous.

“The kitchen is not available.”

"..."

Forget it, Lin Zhiruo thought to herself, then nodded to show her understanding.

After having breakfast, Quan Wushuang went to busy himself with official business.

Quan Wushuang often spent the morning in the study, so Lin Zhiruo's main task was to clean the mansion.

"You are really a great help to me by coming here. I am old and it is really hard to clean such a big house."

Xiao Cui said to Lin Zhiruo with a smile.

Before Lin Zhiruo arrived, it seemed that she was taking care of the mansion alone.

However, after turning fifty, my body began to feel unable to cope.

"I've found new maids several times, but they always couldn't last long due to various reasons. In comparison, Xiaolin, you're much less of a worry."

Because Gao Zhongcheng often called Lin Zhiruo that, the gentle maid also called her that.

The maid was not only eloquent, but also experienced and efficient, with her hands always busy.

In no time, she had polished the silverware until it looked as bright as new, and then began to sweep the floor.

These were originally the work of the maids. Lin Zhiruo wanted to stop them, but she said:

“If we don’t finish it in time, it will be difficult to finish the work after noon.”

It is said that since something happened to the previous maid, Xiao Cui has been responsible for cleaning this room.

(Is it theft?)

Lin Zhiruo secretly guessed that the lost thing might not be money.

According to Xiao Cui, sometimes things will not only decrease, but also increase.

“No one would feel comfortable if clothes they had never seen before suddenly appeared in their closet.”

The clothes were not made of thread, but woven with human hair, and the names of the people were embroidered on every stitch.

Hearing this unreasonable answer, Lin Zhiruo couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body.

“…What a strange news.”

"Yeah, that's really strange news."

That eunuch might as well just wear a mask all day long - Lin Zhiruo thought as she wiped the window frame diligently.

After cleaning Quan Wushuang's bedroom and having a late meal, the next step was to clean the study.

The structure of the study is simpler than that of the bedroom and it is easier to clean.

However, it is not convenient to wipe it casually in front of important people, and you need to always pay attention to whether there are people around.

(What should I do today?)

When a guest came to visit Quan Wushuang's study, Lin Zhiruo had some free time.

At this time, she would mostly pretend to be busy and stroll leisurely between the outer court and the inner court.

(I've probably already explored the west side.)

Lin Zhiruo unfolded a map in her mind.

If possible, she really wanted to go to the east side to check it out, but she was hesitant.

There is a military residence on the east side. It is inappropriate for a maid to secretly pick food in a place where military officers gather.

Lin Zhiruo was worried that she would be mistaken for a spy and thrown into a cell, and Gao Zhongcheng had reminded her of this.

(Furthermore, speaking of the military government...)

The muscles on Lin Zhiruo's face twitched involuntarily.

She was extremely resistant to this place, but on the other hand, she was also looking forward to the possibility that there might be rare ingredients in places she had never set foot on.

Just as she was folding her arms in thought, she was suddenly hit on the back of the head.

(What is it?)

Lin Zhiruo covered the back of her head and turned around in surprise, only to see a tall female official standing in front of her with a relaxed expression.

(I seem to have seen this somewhere before...)

Lin Zhiruo recalled the appearance of those female officials who had harassed her a few days ago, and the one in front of her was one of them.

Although the woman only wore a little makeup, her neat eyebrows became her characteristic.

She had full lips, but only a thin line of rouge on them.

His facial features are regular, but with some flaws.

(This kind of makeup is such a waste of beauty.)

She has a well-proportioned figure and outstanding appearance, but her poor makeup makes her look a little rustic.

If she drew her eyebrows thinner and softer, painted her lips with light rouge, and tied her hair into a gorgeous bun, she would surely stand out in the harem.

This is the aesthetic vision that Lin Zhiruo has cultivated over the years by observing those girls who have transformed from dirty little girls into butterflies of the night; most people may find it difficult to perceive her potential beauty.

"The front is not a place you can enter at will."

In a slightly tired voice, she said something very reasonable.

But Lin Zhiruo felt that if she wanted to speak, she could just say it first and then take action.

The female official seemed to be saying, "I don't need to say more to the maid," and walked straight past Lin Zhiruo.

She held a cloth bag in her hands, protecting it carefully.

(Um?)

Lin Zhiruo twitched her nostrils, and in addition to the scent of sandalwood, she also smelled a unique bitter taste.

She tilted her head in confusion and looked in the direction where the female official came from.

(Is she the military attaché's personal maid?)

The female official came from the military headquarters.

Indeed, if you are going to enter and leave the military residence, it is wise to wear inconspicuous makeup.

Although it is not as secretive as a brothel, it is better for a beautiful woman to avoid hanging around a hot-blooded military officer.

Anyway, what does it taste like?

While Lin Zhiruo was thinking, the bell rang.

(That’s enough for today.)

Lin Zhiruo turned around and went back the same way, deciding to return to Quan Wushuang's study.