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

As the afterglow of sunset spread across the earth, Lin Zhiruo was busy preparing for the evening feast. The numerous details kept her focused.

However, Quan Wushuang's sudden appearance, like a breeze, quietly interrupted her concentration.

In a gentle tone, he asked a puzzling question:

"Are you proficient in makeup?"

This sudden question was like a thunderclap in the fog, catching everyone off guard.

Lin Zhiruo tilted her head slightly, and a long-lost subtle emotion surged in her heart, as if she was observing a tiny insect.

She had just stepped out of her busy official duties and into the tranquility of her private residence when she was greeted with this unexpected inquiry.

Quan Wushuang was changing clothes with Henghua's help and preparing to rest.

Lin Zhiruo, who grew up in this place of fireworks, is naturally good at applying makeup. In addition, she is not only proficient in food ingredients, but also occasionally mixes cosmetics by herself. It is no exaggeration to say that she is quite accomplished in this field.

"Does the steward need to pick out cosmetic gifts for others?"

Lin Zhiruo asked tentatively.

"No, it's me who needs to put on makeup."

Quan Wushuang's answer left Lin Zhiruo speechless for a moment.

Lin Zhiruo's gaze was deep, as if she could see through the endless void, a nothingness that even the tiniest insects and the deepest mud could not imagine.

She thought to herself:

"How can I guess what you're thinking?"

However, she just stared at Quan Wushuang quietly, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She couldn't help but imagine what Quan Wushuang would look like with makeup on. He was already extraordinarily handsome. Just a touch of red line at the corners of his eyes, a touch of rouge on his lips, and a flower on his forehead would be enough to charm everyone.

It seems not surprising that there have been many unnecessary wars in history caused by beauty.

Quan Wushuang's beauty has transcended the boundaries of gender.

"Does the governor intend to overthrow a nation with his beauty?"

Lin Zhiruo asked half-jokingly.

Quan Wushuang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this:

"Where did you think you were?"

Lin Zhiruo just smiled faintly, secretly trying to figure out Quan Wushuang's true intentions.

Lin Zhiruo began to imagine Quan Wushuang's face after putting on makeup. He was already breathtakingly beautiful, and if he were to put on some makeup now, he would probably be even more dazzling.

She opened her red lips and slowly revealed the secret of making white powder paste:

"I grind the sun-dried clay into a fine powder and mix it with oil. If you want a darker color, you can add charcoal or rouge."

Upon hearing this, Quan Wushuang pointed to his nose with interest:

"Could you make one for me right away?"

Lin Zhiruo pulled out an exquisite clamshell box from her bosom, which contained the prepared clay.

"This is what I carry with me. It's not the best, but after a night's work, it will be enough to make it into a useful item."

Quan Wushuang gently picked up the powder from the clam shell and applied it on the back of his hand.

His skin was as white and delicate as fine porcelain. The blush Lin Zhiruo had prepared for him seemed a little too heavy and needed to be made lighter to be appropriate.

"Is this powder specially made for Chief Minister Quan?"

Lin Zhiruo asked softly.

Upon hearing this, Quan Wushuang curled up the corners of his mouth into a gentle smile, neither confirming nor denying, but the tacit understanding was already clear in his mind.

"If there were a medicine that could change one's appearance, it would save a lot of trouble."

Quan Wushuang said half-jokingly.

Lin Zhiruo answered seriously:

"Although such divine objects exist, once used, they are difficult to restore."

She thought to herself that if she used lacquer or something like that on her face, it would change her appearance, but the consequences would be disastrous.

Quan Wushuang heard this and gave a bitter smile:

"I guess so."

He knew that this move was full of risks, but if he was treated like this, Lin Zhiruo would not be able to escape responsibility.

"Have you ever learned this kind of skill?"

Quan Wushuang asked tentatively.

Lin Zhiruo smiled slightly:

"I know a little bit."

Quan Wushuang seemed to be waiting for this sentence. A satisfied smile appeared on his face and he continued to taste the fish stew on the table.

Although the golden roasted chicken was extremely tempting, Lin Zhiruo knew that she would never have the chance to taste it.

When the last grain of rice on the plate was taken away by Henghua, Quan Wushuang finally spoke:

"Please make me into something completely different from what I am now."

Although Lin Zhiruo was full of doubts, she did not dare to ask too many questions. She could only obey the instructions and prepare the necessary things.

The next morning, Lin Zhiruo arrived at Quan Wushuang's private residence early, bringing with her a white powder cream that was even more elegant than usual, as well as some carefully selected cosmetics.

However, Quan Wushuang's private room was brightly lit. After taking a bath, he sat on General Zhimou's bed, enjoying the luxurious time of Henghua washing his hair.

Although he was dressed simply, his every move still revealed an aristocratic air.

"...Good morning, Boss."

Lin Zhiruo half-closed her eyes and greeted Quan Wushuang.

There was a hint of joy in Quan Wushuang's voice:

"What's wrong? Why are you looking so sad so early in the morning?"

"No problem, I just think the steward will be very impressive today."

Lin Zhiruo smiled, with a hint of teasing in her words.

"Is this a new sarcasm?"

Quan Wushuang asked back.

Lin Zhiruo just smiled slightly, secretly admiring that Quan Wushuang's hair was as soft as silk. If it were used for weaving, it would definitely be able to weave high-quality silk fabrics.

"You had no intention of doing this from the beginning?"

Quan Wushuang suddenly asked.

Lin Zhiruo was startled, but then regained her composure.

"How could that be? Does the steward really want to be someone else?"

"Didn't I already tell you that last night?"

Quan Wushuang felt helpless.

"Then I'm being rude."

Lin Zhiruo walked up to Quan Wushuang without any hesitation, grabbed his sleeve and pressed it against her face.

Seeing this, Henghua exclaimed and hurried out of the room.

At some point, Gao Zhongcheng quietly appeared at the door and was pushed away by Henghua, but he was still secretly peeking at the situation in the room.

"You...what are you doing? Why are you doing this suddenly?"

There was a hint of panic in Quan Wushuang's voice.

Lin Zhiruo's character determines that once she accepts a task, she will go all out and do her best.

Therefore, she made many preparations for Quan Wushuang's transformation today, but Quan Wushuang's reaction was beyond her expectations.

"How can ordinary people have such high-quality spices?"

Quan Wushuang was now dressed in civilian clothes, at most the casual clothes of a low-ranking official, but he exuded the fragrance of high-quality sandalwood shipped from overseas.

Lin Zhiruo had an extremely sharp sense of smell, and the fragrance made her feel unhappy as soon as she entered the room.

This should be Henghua's careful arrangement, but it also brought her unnecessary trouble.