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

From Quan Wushuang's residence to the outside of the palace, everyone rode in carriages.

No matter how good his disguise skills were, a man in civilian clothes walking outside the palace could not escape the curious gazes of others.

Even servants had to wear uniforms issued to them.

In that case, why not change into such clothes when traveling from the beginning?

However, because there was something hidden in his abdomen, it was inconvenient to change clothes, so the plan had to be abandoned.

Although Lin Zhiruo felt that all this was extremely cumbersome, she pursued perfection, so she was slightly unhappy with Quan Wushuang's indifference to her beauty.

When the group reached a deserted place, Lin Zhiruo got off the carriage and began to criticize Quan Wushuang:

"Manager Quan, your manners are truly too elegant."

She looked at the man who seemed to be connected to the sky, and her tone was full of admonition.

After hearing this, Quan Wushuang smiled and said:

"You too, why be so reserved? Besides, if you call me that, doesn't that defeat the purpose of pretending?"

This seemingly ordinary man said so.

Lin Zhiruo thought to herself, that’s indeed the case.

However, if not, what should it be called?

She narrowed her eyes and stared at Quan Wushuang, her gaze inadvertently revealing a confused look like watching a swarm of moths flying around a lantern.

Quan Wushuang's expression suddenly became subtle and indescribable.

"Then what should I call you?"

Lin Zhiruo asked.

Quan Wu stroked his chin with both hands, and after a moment's silence, he said:

"Just call me Quan Hua."

(Kwon Hwa?)

This is not a very strange pseudonym, and it is quite easy to use for Lin Zhiruo.

However, he deliberately chose the word "Hua", which left Lin Zhiruo speechless for a moment.

Lin Zhiruo thought to herself:

"I should have dressed up as a woman."

But when he thought of Quan Wushuang's rouge-painted face, he gave up the idea.

For the sake of world peace, it is best to avoid this matter as much as possible.

Lin Zhiruo shook her head slightly and said:

"Then, Quan Huada..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Quan Wushuang staring at him, and then he remembered that he had just corrected his way of addressing him.

"...Then I will call you Quan Hua."

Lin Zhiruo felt that she was not good at expressing respect, but she found it difficult to speak in a normal tone.

However, Quan Wushuang's eyes suddenly sparkled, as if her words made him extremely happy.

Lin Zhiruo thought to herself, it took so much effort to make him look sick and weak, but now he looks so energetic, isn't it all in vain?

"Okay, miss."

Quan Wushuang said half jokingly.

Lin Zhiruo was stunned when she heard this.

"What?"

she blurted out.

Seeing this, Quan Wushuang laughed even more happily.

"Judging from the appearance, I think that's a more appropriate name."

He looked at Lin Zhiruo as he spoke.

Lin Zhiruo's outfit at this time was taken care of by Henghua.

She put on the old clothes that Henghua's daughter no longer wore. Although they had a slight smell of camphor, the fabric and tailoring were both of high quality, and the style was not out of date.

Henghua also carefully tied up her hair and inserted a hairpin.

If you only look at her appearance, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she's from some wealthy family.

Lin Zhiruo pouted and walked forward quickly.

"Let's go quickly."

She said.

Compared to Lin Zhiruo who seemed extremely embarrassed due to the reversal of identities, Quan Wushuang seemed quite happy.

The place he was going to seemed to be a restaurant in front of Red Light Lane.

He said he had an appointment here with an acquaintance. Lin Zhiruo did not ask any further questions. She knew very well that this was the way a smart person dealt with things.

However, she always felt that Quan Wushuang or Gao Zhongcheng seemed to be taking advantage of this to benefit themselves.

(I should be a little less tactless in the future.)

Lin Zhiruo pondered secretly in her heart while walking on the busy street.

On both sides of the street, the market is bustling with vendors busy soliciting business.

Due to the season, there are few leafy vegetables, and they are replaced by plump white radishes.

Lin Zhiruo thought, since she had already received her pocket money, she might as well buy a chicken and stew it with the radish.

Just as she was staring at the radishes on the vegetable stall, someone grabbed her clothes.

"what happened?"

Quan Wushuang looked down at Lin Zhiruo, and that smile made Lin Zhiruo feel a little unhappy.

"Miss, what do you want to buy?"

he asked.

“The food on this vegetable stall looks pretty good.”

Lin Zhiruo said.

"You're here to buy groceries dressed like this?"

There was something else in Quan Wushuang's words, as if he was saying that it was quite strange for a young lady with a servant to carry a carrot in one hand and have someone kill a chicken in the other.

Lin Zhiruo looked at the radishes reluctantly.

(I wanted to cook it for my dad.)

Although my father is an excellent cook, for some reason he lacks business acumen.

Because of this, a chef, who should never go hungry, lives in a dilapidated house.

But if he really has no money and is extremely hungry, the madam will use a funnel to force food into his mouth.

Lin Zhiruo continued to move forward with a gloomy face.

Quan Wushuang claimed to be Lin Zhiruo's servant, but he took very long steps and soon walked in front of Lin Zhiruo.

Lin Zhiruo could only speed up her pace slightly to avoid falling behind.

(Well, not natural enough.)

Quan Wushuang's eyes were still sparkling. Although he would not look around blatantly, his eyes were full of curiosity and interest in the bustling scene of the street.

As expected, he was a young master, and was very surprised by the bustling scene in the street.

Lin Zhiruo caught up with Quan Wushuang and stared at him.

Quan Wushuang seemed to realize that he was a little too excited. After a moment of hesitation, he continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

This time, he followed Lin Zhiruo.

(After returning, I must go to the fields to take a look.)

Lin Zhiruo counted on her fingers which ingredients had grown.

Just as Lin Zhiruo was thinking about how to stir-fry coltsfoot with miso meat sauce, Quan Wushuang's face appeared silently in front of her, blocking her view.

"What's important?"

Lin Zhiruo unconsciously returned to her original way of speaking and glared at Quan Wushuang.

Quan Wushuang also seemed to have something to say:

"Why are you silent?"

He also returned to his original tone.

Lin Zhiruo thought to herself, and asked him why he didn't say anything. There was naturally only one reason.

"Because there's nothing to say?"

Lin Zhiruo spoke the truth, but seemed to have chosen the wrong words.

Quan Wushuang bit his lips tightly, revealing an indescribable expression.

Although he is no longer a child and will not cry because of this, he still looks pitiful.

(It was you who made me change my attitude.)

Lin Zhiruo was not born to be the kind of person who would initiate conversation with others, and she would not start a conversation for no reason. She just remained silent as usual.

However, for some reason, this man was deeply shocked, and Lin Zhiruo was quite puzzled by this.

Lin Zhiruo was at a loss, scratching the back of her neck when a roadside stall selling skewers came into her sight.

She trotted over and bought two skewers from the stall owner.

The crispy and delicious grilled chicken is mouth-watering just by looking at it.

Although it is not as good as what she made herself, who can blame her for being so hungry at the moment?