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Fast!

Molda had never really done anything to offend him since he admitted he'd confessed to it.

Suddenly, he realized that 49 was shouting that he was going to use the money that he had earned and that he wouldn't be able to defend himself against all these raids. He jumped up and grabbed the servants beside him, wanting to stop him immediately.

"I must stop it!" Otherwise, I will use your heads to explain it! "

However, how could these people compare to the skill of 49?

After a short while, Molda noticed 49's figure running out of the door and gradually disappearing from his sight. People were coming and going on the streets in front of the courtyard's entrance. Wheels were sold here and there, and the people who were shopping and drinking tea were mixed together with the ox-cart carriages. It was so crowded that one could not see the end of it.

"How is it?"

"General, do we continue?" Butler Cong secretly rejoiced over the fate of Ink Yan as he appeared to be loyal to Mo Da.

"Morda forced himself to remind himself that he was still a general, and slowly lowered his hand." Forget it! " Turning around, he unconsciously looked at the hall.

Although the decorations hadn't changed, and even the servants were standing there, holding onto nothing, Molda took a deep breath and looked at the water stains on the floor that hadn't been wiped clean by the maid. He was alone, savoring the fragrance of the tea that still lingered in the air.

"..."

After saying that, Mo Yan ran onto the street, followed by Zhao Xiaoyun. The two of them walked through the crowd for a while, and then turned a few corners in the nearby alley. In the end, they confirmed that no one was following them. Ink Yan chose a dead end and walked to the bottom. She then grabbed a bamboo basket and sat on it to catch her breath.

Zhao Xiaoyun followed behind, panting slightly as he said, "Speak!" Then he bent down and rested his hands on his legs.

The plan to raise hundreds of Maori for three days, as previously discussed, had been put on hold on a monthly basis. Naturally, Zhao Xiaoyun would not beg Molda to subdue him at such a crucial moment.

After all, they were already planning to blow the bucket. He didn't have the nerve to surrender to the enemy.

"What should we do? Brother-in-law? "

Zhao Xiaoyun looked longingly at Ink Yan, eager to find another way. However, what could she do in this situation?

Fortunately, at this moment, the sounds of gunfire could be heard from the street. The crackling sound instantly attracted the attention of the passersby. Ink Yan could clearly hear the people on the street starting to beat their gongs and shout that Wang Dafu, the Royal Chef, was passing by.

"Wang Dafu!"

Suddenly, the image of the old man who was competing against her appeared in her mind.

She vaguely remembered that the little old man had once spoken to her about someone above her. He even said that he had no brother-in-law! So that's how it was! So that's how it was!

When she thought here, a plan formed in her mind. She got up and walked out of the alley. After he left, he stopped on the road and asked Wang Dafu to come out and see him!

Speaking of which, Wang Dafu seemed to have lost his soul after battling with Ink Yan at the restaurant. The Stir-Fried Vegetables were no longer fragrant, and he was no longer in the mood to cut vegetables. Within a few days, he directly asked the shopkeeper for leave and said that he wanted to go to the Imperial Palace. He thought that if he lost the bet and couldn't cook anymore for the rest of his life, he might as well find a few disciples to teach him.

However, Wang Dafu sat in the palanquin, rubbing his hands together and looking at the top of the palanquin as he sighed.

They said that the best chefs in the world were all in the palace. But, was that true? Why did he always have a premonition that he would be disappointed when he went this time?

All of a sudden, Ink Yan's voice was forcefully inserted!

"Hey!" Wang Dafu! "

Wang Dafu's eyes were wide open as he heard Ink Yan shouting his name in front of him.

Did the heavens hear my prayers?

He was excited and he immediately opened the curtain and came out!

"Stop!"

Wang Dafu had a servant that was about to start a fight with Mo Yan. Face to face with Ink Yan.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Without hesitation, Ink Yan asked.

"Excuse me, do you still accept disciples?"

Wang Da Fu clearly felt his left eyelid violently twitch. He took a deep breath and replied.

"Withdraw!"

Immediately, everyone on the street looked at her with envious eyes.

After all, everyone knew of Wang Dafu's reputation in the end. The dishes he cooked were delicious and no matter where he went to open a restaurant, he would be a living god of wealth! As his disciple, he would always eat and drink.

"This young man is so lucky."

"That's right, that's right. It would be great if my son was blessed as well."

"..."

However, under the envious gaze of many people, there was not even the slightest bit of surprise on her face. He didn't kneel down in front of Wang Dafu to show that he was a disciple, but he actually stopped him in the middle of the street to continue asking questions.

"Then what is the treatment?"

"The probation period is three taels of silver per month!" Ten taels of silver a month after the change! "Hold on to your food!"

It wasn't the first day that Wang Dafu met Ink Yan. Knowing that this was the signal for a good disciple to come knocking, he proudly patted his sleeves, pursed his lips, proudly stating a decent price.

The surrounding audience was naturally speechless!

Three taels of silver in the capital was enough to cover the expenses of a family for half a year. As for the 10 silver taels, it was more than enough for a small sect to do some small business. And the young man in front of her, who was only 14 years old, actually had this kind of status! How could it not be enviable?!

Thus, Shi Yan calculated it in her mind.

Three taels of silver was enough for a family of six to eat for half a year. If they gave it to 128 people, it would be enough to support them for a month.

"Enough!"

She quickly calculated in her mind. When she found out that the work in front of her was enough to support the current Maori, and she could even use Wang Dafu to start some small businesses, she nodded to him.

"I agree!"

Then, everyone nearly fell to the ground in shock as they saw Wang Dafu suddenly kneel down!

Her face was covered in tears as she shouted, "Oh my god!" I finally found a good disciple! He scrambled towards Ink Yan and hugged her tightly, refusing to let go no matter what! Unless …

"Unless you follow me into the palace right now!"

"I want to set up a disciple accepting hall in front of His Majesty and His Highness the crown prince!" This way, you won't run away! I won't go back on my word! "

So what if Ink Yan was thinking at the time? Ye Zichen twitched his mouth and said that it didn't matter.

However, it was after such an indifferent thought passed through his mind. A few horses suddenly came running in front of the ceremonial procession that was headed for the palace. The sound of the horse's hooves was crisp and cheerful, like an angel carrying a gospel.

At this time, Ink Yan clearly heard the person calling Wang Da Fu's godfather! His voice was still Zhang Zian's! Turning his head to look, he realized that there were two horses parked in front of him! The one in front was pure white, so pure that not a single strand of hair could be seen! And the one sitting on it was actually the original Murong Hao, whom he had just seen yesterday!