Chapter 1532 Stop, Tyrant 69

Feng Chi listened to her command and picked up the dishes.

The head of the imperial kitchen on the side almost dropped his chin in shock.

He blinked incessantly, and even pinched his thigh to determine whether what he saw in front of him was his illusion.

The king really obediently went to wash the vegetables!

This realization made him feel that the day seemed to have changed, and the world had become mysterious.

When the head of the imperial kitchen woke up from the shock, he immediately stepped forward, "Your Majesty, let the slaves do this kind of rough work."

Feng Chi said indifferently, "No need."

The head of the imperial kitchen suddenly didn't dare to move, and looked at the king who was aloof, squatting there to wash vegetables. This picture is unimaginable, but he saw it today.

Will His Majesty kill someone because he saw a picture he shouldn't have seen?

After thinking about it, the head of the imperial dining room broke out in a cold sweat, and looked at Feng Chi worriedly, his eyes were as vivid as if he was not washing vegetables, but his head.

Bei Yutang accidentally raised her head and saw the head of the imperial kitchen staring at the dishes with tears in her eyes.

"Manager, is there anything wrong with these dishes?" Bei Yutang asked.

Feng Chi, who was focusing on washing vegetables, heard Yutang's voice and immediately raised his head to look at the head of the imperial kitchen.

The head of the imperial kitchen was suddenly stared at by the two masters, especially Feng Chi, whose eyes made his heart tremble, "No, no."

"I don't need you here, go out and wait." Feng Chi said.

The head of the imperial kitchen said in a sincere and fearful tone, "Yes, this slave will go out now."

After he went out, the two of them were left in the huge imperial kitchen. Standing outside the door waiting for the royal chefs, they didn't dare to relax for a moment. They turned their heads and listened to what was inside, just waiting for the master inside to come alive, and they immediately went to the rescue.

The royal chefs were tense one by one, even more nervous than they were cooking by themselves.

Soon they heard the voice of the beauty commanding from the kitchen.

"Feng Chi, cut this."

When the royal chefs heard the beauty, they dared to call out His Majesty's name. One or two's eyes were wide open, as if they had seen a ghost. What was even more haunted was His Majesty's reaction. An unbelievably soft voice.

"Okay. Do you want to cut this?" Feng Chi held up two vegetables.

"No. Shred, the more evenly the better."

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Next, the royal chefs heard that the North American kept instructing His Majesty to do this and that, but His Majesty was actually willing to do it, and there was no sign of anger.

The royal chef couldn't help but muttered secretly, "Is that person really His Majesty?"

Is he still the brutal, cold-blooded, murderous Ho-oh they knew?

Hearing this, the head of the royal dining room reached out and slapped the royal chef on the forehead, and reprimanded in a low voice, "Don't have a head, your Majesty can also talk about it. Be careful with your head."

The crowd suddenly stopped talking.

The head of the imperial kitchen instructed: "Whether the stove is on fire or the entire imperial kitchen is on fire, remember to always praise Your Majesty and the North American people, you know?"

The royal chefs responded in unison: "Yes."

Everyone was waiting for the time to set the imperial pantry on fire. The eunuchs had already prepared buckets for splashing water, and everyone was ready for it. However, they waited and waited, and what they waited for was a fragrant smell wafting out.

The scent awakened the greedy worms.