Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease

Chapter 1532 Standing, Tyrant 69

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

The diners at the side of the board were almost shocked to see the chin.

He couldn't help but blink, and couldn't help but lick a thigh to determine if he saw his illusion.

Wang Shang really went to wash the dishes!

This cognition made him feel that this day seems to have changed, and the world has become a fantasy.

When the general manager of the board of directors woke up from the shock, he immediately stood up, "Your Majesty, this is so rough, let the slaves do it."

Feng Chi said a little word, "No need."

The master of the imperial kitchen suddenly dared not move, and looked at the king on the high, where he was washing vegetables. This picture is hard to imagine, but he saw it today.

Will you be murdered because he saw a picture that he should not have seen?

The general manager of the imperial kitchen thought about it, and his heart was cold and sweaty. He looked at Feng Chi with anxiety. The look of his life was like washing his dishes, not his dishes.

Bei Yuyu looked up by chance and saw the general manager of the imperial house staring at the dishes with tears and tears.

"General manager, what is the problem with these dishes?" asked Bei Yuyu.

Feng Chi, who focused on washing vegetables, heard the sound of rain and immediately raised his head to look at the director of the board.

The director of the Royal Diet House was stared at by the two masters, especially Feng Chi, who looked at his heart and felt hair. "No, no."

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

The director of the Royal Diet House said with sincerity: "Yes, slaves will go out."

After he went out, they were left in the big dining room. Standing outside the door waiting for the royal chefs, they did not dare to relax at the moment. They listened to the things inside, waiting for the masters inside to live, and they immediately went in to save the field.

The chefs are tense and tight, and they are even more nervous than cooking them personally.

Soon they heard the voice of the beauty commander from time to time in the kitchen.

"Feng Chi, cut this off."

When the royal chefs heard the beauty, they dared to scream the name of their majesty. One or two eyes were so big that they were like a ghost. What is even more devilish is the reaction of their majesty. They are not angry, but they hear him. Gentle and unspeakable voice.

"Good. Is this going to be cut?" Feng Chi held the same vegetables.

"No. To cut the wire, the more uniform the better."

......

Then the royal chefs heard the North American constantly instructing him to do this, to do that, and his majesty was very happy to do it, there was no sign of a fire.

There is a royal chef can't help but secretly screaming. "Is that man really squatting?"

Is he still the cruel, cold-blooded, bloodthirsty Phoenix King they know?

The director of the Royal Diet Room heard this and reached out to the head of the royal chef. He whispered: "Don't worry, your majesty is also something you can talk about. Look at your head carefully."

Everyone did not dare to speak.

The director of the Royal Diet House told him: "When the stove is burnt, or the whole banquet room is burned, remember to always praise your Majesty and North Americans, do you know?"

All the chefs in the kitchen answered in unison: "Yes."

Everyone is waiting for the moment of burning the royal dining room. The eunuchs have already prepared the wooden barrels for splashing water, and everyone is ready to wait. However, they waited, waiting for a burst of scent to float out.

The scent caught the human mites to wake up.

(End of this chapter)