C39 (1/1)

From the moment she opened her eyes in the morning, she felt her head was empty, and not just missing something. Lin Zisang sat at the edge of the bed in a daze, yet, he seemed to have forgotten something.

”Sister Zisang, the Chef Li has asked you to help him,” Shan Nai's eyes were still red from being scolded by the Aunt Zhao. Originally, she was arranged by the Aunt Zhao to go to the kitchen to help, but she didn't expect that the kitchen door of the Chef Li wouldn't let her in, so she asked Lin Zisang to come in by name.

Hearing the Chef Li's name, Lin Zisang's heart suddenly jumped, a few hazy memories of the night suddenly flashed through her mind. But when she tried to get a better look at it, the impression was pitifully small.

But he could not wait for Lin Zisang to think, the Aunt Zhao was urging him to do so, and it was indeed time to attend to Si Xin Hong and get up.

”I'm going to change my clothes,” she said, standing up, not wanting to shake out a mangled vegetable leaf.

At this moment, Lin Zisang's mind suddenly thought of everything. The black shadow, Chef Li, and half the soup he drank last night.

Shan Nai was standing behind her. Seeing Lin Zisang's figure suddenly stop, her eyes revealed some doubt, and she could not help but call out, ”Big Sister Zisang?”

She was already fifteen years old, and calling Lin Zisang big sister carried a bit of respect. As she was wondering, she saw that Lin Zisang had already regained his senses, and although his expression was still unnatural, there was nothing big going on.

”I'll go to the kitchen to help out, you'll take up my daily work in a moment, more of it will be scrubbing tables and chairs, it's not that hard to do,” Lin Zisang said.

That vegetable leaf that fell out had already explained that last night's experience was not the slightest bit fake, but how would she react, or should she hide it?

The reason Chef Li called him over at this time was definitely to probe him. She had such extraordinary skills, yet she was actually a chef in a small Yunshan Courtyard of the Palace.

Lin Zisang walked to the entrance of the kitchen with hesitation in his mind.

”What are you thinking about?” Chef Li stood by the stove as his cold gaze fell on Lin Zisang's face.

Chef Li's face was very clean. Last night, the bead of blood on her face seemed to be a nightmare for Lin Zisang.

In that moment, the fear on Lin Zisang's face could not be hidden, but Chef Li continued to size her up.

Lin Zisang looked at Chef Li, but suddenly quickly walked to the bottom of the stove. He reached out and took out the cup of soup from last night, and at this moment, he was extremely cold, as if he had never been touched by anyone.

”I've been kind enough to leave you some soup, yet you, little girl, are not the least bit grateful and left it here untouched?” Chef Li walked behind Lin Zisang, her tone rising with obvious dissatisfaction.

The vegetables and leaves were real, and the soup was clearly a meticulously prepared disguise.

”I was afraid that the young master would feel like eating something at night, hence I didn't dare to eat anymore. I didn't expect it to be so wasteful,” Lin Zisang said as he picked up a small jar. However, there was still a trace of unnatural fear in her eyes as she looked up at Chef Li.

Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt of you, Aunt Li, ”Lin Zisang said as if he was hesitating for a moment,” In that dream, you suddenly flew up into the air.