Wu Dalang wanted to train the little eunuch to be his eyeliner. Of course, people should not think that this is his person. Otherwise, if he has conflicts with others in the future, these little eunuchs will probably be the first to suffer, which is also a way to protect him.

Moreover, Wu Dalang is now just a seventh-rank official, and he is weak, so what he has to do is to cast a wide net.

Since you cast a wide net, of course you can't be picky. Small fish and shrimp like the little eunuch can also be taken into your pocket.

No one can guarantee that the little fish and shrimp cannot grow, right? If he grows up in the future, the rewards he will get will be far more than what he has paid now.

If you want to make friends with someone and to determine whether the friendship between the two is good, the key is to help you in time.

What Wu Dalang does now is this. Now he has met two little eunuchs and he has helped him in time. If they do something in the future, it will be his spy in the palace. This is a very important move.

Timely help is equivalent to investment. The more investment in the early stage, the more he will get in the future.

Of course, investment is also risky, and no one will be sure to meet a few ungrateful wolves, but with Wu Dalang's eyes, he can still see people.

As for the risk of investment, many people certainly prefer to add icing on the cake, but at that time, it is too late. If you lose the opportunity, you will lose the opportunity step by step. Therefore, Wu Dalang still needs to seize the opportunity.

Of course, this is actually a good word. To put it bluntly, Wu Dalang felt that he was too weak and had reached the point of being hungry. No matter how small fish and shrimps were, he would still be able to collect it. Even a low-level guy would have the advantage of the number of people when he put it away, which could increase the momentum a little...

And this hungry Wu Dalang finally entered the imperial kitchen under the leadership of Xiao Guizi.

Wu Dalang was still a little excited when he looked at the imperial kitchen. The food was full of dazzling ingredient, the air was filled with fragrance, and many imperial chefs were there to hold spoons and pots...

These scenes still look very shocking.

Wu Dalang walked in slowly, came to a stove that was useless, picked up the pot and spoon and weighed it.

Then I looked at the seasonings placed next to me, which were all very complete.

However, Wu Dalang came in and took things randomly and was also seen by the Imperial Kitchen Office in the distance. His job was to supervise everything in the Imperial Kitchen Office. Now someone came in to make trouble. This was unbearable, it was his territory.

So the Imperial Housekeeper came to Wu Dalang, looked at Wu Dalang's official uniform, and knew that Wu Dalang was a low-level official and had more confidence in his heart.

The Imperial kitchen manager said in a deep voice: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Wu Dalang, who was looking at the ingredients, heard someone talking behind him, probably calling him, so he turned around.

However, before Wu Dalang could speak, the little Guizi beside Wu Dalang spoke first, "General Manager, this is Wu Dalang, the censor of the Supervisor, and the emperor called him to make soup."

The manager frowned: "Buy soup, what soup to cook, and who to drink?"

Xiao Guizi: "I don't know what soup to cook. The soup is for the emperor to drink."

The manager was a little angry and said loudly: "My imperial kitchen is not as good as the soup cooked by a seventh-grade supervisor. Besides, the imperial kitchen is not just delicious food, but also safe. Not everyone can come in and touch you casually. If something happens, who will be responsible."

Xiao Guizi was a little speechless for a moment. The Imperial Housekeeper was his superior. Now he has such a big hat, so he can't answer.

Xiao Guizi looked at Wu Dalang secretly and found that Wu Dalang was squinting his eyes and smiling, and he didn't seem angry.

Wu Dalang shrugged and said slowly, "The manager is right. Since that's the case, I'll leave first."

The Imperial kitchen chief manager looked at Wu Dalang's figure and showed a hint of mockery: a small seventh-rank official dared to go to the Imperial kitchen to play wildly.

Wu Dalang said as he walked outside, but when he was halfway through, he turned around and said, "Master, why don't we go together."

The Imperial kitchen manager sneered: "Go together? Why should I go with you?"

Wu Dalang said leisurely: "Just just now, Xiao Guizi gave His Majesty lotus seed soup. His Majesty doesn't like drinking lotus seed soup. His Majesty thinks that your imperial kitchen is perfunctory. So His Majesty is a little angry."

The Imperial Seating Manager was not afraid when he heard this. Anyway, His Majesty had been drinking it for so long, and he would often get angry. He would naturally drink it when he was hungry. So he said indifferently: "Drinking lotus seed soup is for the sake of His Majesty's health. His Majesty will understand the painstaking efforts of the Imperial Seating."

Wu Dalang smiled and said, "Don't worry, please don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet. But unfortunately, Xiao Guizi sprinkled lotus seed soup on His Majesty's painting. His Majesty wants to kill Xiao Guizi."

The manager changed his face and ruined the emperor's paintings. He knew what this meant. Of course, he could not believe Wu Dalang's one-sided words, so he looked at Xiao Guizi.

Xiao Guizi looked at the Imperial kitchen manager and showed a crying face.

Before the Imperial kitchen manager could speak, Wu Dalang continued to strike the railway while it was hot: "And I happened to make a soup, and I promised Your Majesty that my soup was better than the Imperial kitchen. So Your Majesty asked me to come."

At this time, the Imperial kitchen manager was a little hesitant, but Wu Dalang would not give him room to think and continued, "To be honest, I was a little obsessed with it just now, thinking that it was an opportunity to show off. After making delicious soup, Your Majesty might reward me if he was happy."

"But now I feel a little regretful. After all, the imperial kitchen in your Royal Kitchen is not a futile reputation. If I don't cook delicious food, it will be a crime of deceiving the king. I'm afraid the head will fall to the ground."

"But now I don't have to worry. I won't let me do it. I'll give it a job when I go back. It's nothing to do. Your Majesty will definitely ask you for a question after I go back, so, to save trouble, the Manager should go with me."

"The Chief Manager is so dedicated to His Majesty. I don't think His Majesty will blame the Chief Manager. Let's go..."

As the Imperial kitchen chief listened to the sweat on his forehead, he cursed in his heart: Damn, I have been using the words that are considering His Majesty's health for the rest of the year to make those old soups for His Majesty to drink. His Majesty has long been dissatisfied with me. Now this is considered an order to resist the order. This time I want to go over. With this handle, he won't cut me off with this matter...

The manager listened to Wu Dalang's walk, as if he had heard the call of a ghost messenger on the road to the underworld. Let's go... It's so terrible.

Wu Dalang looked at the corner of his mouth and then turned around and walked out, saying as he walked: "It seems that the manager is very busy and cannot take off his body. Then I will leave first. The manager should wait for His Majesty to summon him."

Wu Dalang said as he stepped out of the threshold.
Chapter completed!