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Not long after Ink Yan was convinced that she had won the first wave of trust from the high-ranking officials, Morda returned to her own courtyard.

It was still afternoon.

Butler Cong stood at the entrance of Bright Moon Tower. He shaved his beard, revealing his ash-green chin, and then bowed towards Mo Da, who was walking towards him.

"Welcome back, General!"

However, Mo Da, who had been infuriated by Ink Element earlier on in the throne room, did not give his butler any face.

He walked straight to the hall on the first floor and found a chair reserved for himself. The large golden horse sat down and stretched out his hand, "Here's some tea." The servant girl quickly dragged the tray and ran to Molda's side, her hands trembling as she placed a bowl of Winter Insect Summer Grass, which had been warm for six hours, into his hands.

However, Mo Da was still in a bad mood. Even if he saw the expensive Winter Insect Summer Grass in the teacup, he thought that after a while, Murong Hao would slap himself in the face and aggressively take money to make up for the tax! He opened his eyes in annoyance and said, "I'm not eating anymore!"

"I'm not eating anymore!"

"Hurry up and take away these annoying things!"

The serving maid, who was carrying the teacup, was momentarily stunned. She looked doubtfully at the approaching Steward Cong and silently asked, "What should we do now?"

Housekeeper Cong could tell at a glance that Molda was feeling annoyed, and that this was a rather high level of annoyance.

He stealthily glanced at the servants around him, hinting to them that they should hurry back to their homes. He straightened his robes and approached Molda with a smiling face as he cautiously asked, "General, did you encounter anything troubling you today in the throne room?"

When the butler asked Mo Da about this, Mo Da's fury burst out. He slapped the chair's armrest and cursed.

"You don't know what's good for you!"

"For you, this general will specifically send a tael of gold to that old loach in the throne room! Who knew you didn't have the slightest bit of gratitude! And then I'll go back and ask them to check my taxes? "

"Come, if you have the ability then bring people to my courtyard to check on my taxes. You can tear down my entire courtyard!" Dig out all the gold I buried underground, case after case, and bring it all to the throne room to give to Murong Duan, that old loach! "

"I, Molda, respect you as a man!"

The smile on Housekeeper Cong's face instantly changed. The corner of his mouth trembled and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter. A question of an infinite cycle in the mind.

Why was it 49 again?

However, Mo Da's eyes were filled with the anger of Ink Yan betraying him, and he didn't have the time to answer this question from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Da was sitting on a chair with one hand on his chin. He looked around at his surroundings with a perplexed look in his eyes.

"Hurry up and count the amount of Ku Yin left in the house. Later, you can go to the officials responsible for collecting taxes at the top and pay all the taxes that I haven't made up over the years!"

The expression on Butler Cong's face changed faster and faster. He was filled with shock, [I didn't hear wrongly, right? Pay taxes?]

Or pay taxes to most of the dog-like people?

"General, we are proud Sirians! Why should we pay taxes to the weak? "

In a split-second, Butler Cong seemed to be unable to accept Molda's orders. He clutched his chest and tried his best to defend himself.

Molda was even more frustrated as he shouted out loudly.

"If I tell you to hand it over, then hand it over obediently!"

The shout was thick with boundless killing intent. It was enough to make people shiver.

Then, Steward Cong realized that Mo Da was truly angry this time. The matter of paying taxes was probably a decision he made after some thought.

Therefore, regardless of whether this order was reasonable or not, the first thing he had to do was unconditionally carry it out, regardless of whether this was against his logic or not.

The housekeeper quickly straightened himself and bowed deeply towards Molda. "I will bring you good news as soon as possible!" … …

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the hall, towards the accounts room that was covered by a blue curtain.

"..."

At the same time, having received the congratulatory message, Ink Yan had already returned to the imperial kitchens. Wang Dafu, who had brought her into the palace, was standing in front of her with a smile.

Following Wang Dafu's congratulations, the entire royal kitchen began to send out its blessings, "Congratulations!"

Although his voice was not loud, it sounded very similar and orderly when compared to that of the court officials paying their respects to Murong Duan.

However, Ink Yan took the time to look at the people who congratulated her.

She quickly realized that 99% of the people inside did not know her. Fu Dabao, who had lost to him before, had already disappeared. On the other hand, the remaining chefs under his command seemed to have already decided on their new goal of following him, which was his master, Wang Dafu.

"How is it?"

Wang Dafu walked towards Ink Yan and brought her around the imperial kitchen with satisfaction. He proudly asked, "Do you see how I treat you?"

Ink Yan frowned as she thought, it was just that there was a group of people in the kitchen, which looked a little different on the surface. They were all trash that could not be changed. What was there to be excited about?

Wang Dafu didn't think anything of it.

"While you were talking to the emperor, I had already made the best use of the time in this batch of kitchens to pick out newbies with good aptitude."

"In the future, don't bother with those chopping water and burning wood. They were the targets for the rookies to practice with. "As for you, just focus on learning from me and take care of your food."

"..."

"My goal is to get there by the end of the year. In other words, in just a short span of two months, you will at least be able to produce a portion of food for the Emperor. "Only then can you openly follow me and take root within the imperial palace …"

Although at that time, Ink Yan had quietly followed behind Wang Da Fu, pretending to be docile as she listened to him explain the many benefits of the current situation.

However, how could the imperial kitchen, which was filled with smoke, attract Ink Yan more when compared to the throne room that was filled with schemes and schemes?

Not to mention the invitation message from Hao Ye Sect.

Ink Yan naturally frowned, and thought about how she should make an excuse to her master to make a request for her to go to the banquet.

Who knew that Wang Dafu, who had already looked at it for a long time, would actually open his mouth first. He brought Ink Yan to a remote corner, patted his shoulder and earnestly told her.

Disciple, I've long known about your performance on the throne room through my own channels. Needless to say, Master is proud of you! But, staying in the kitchen to cook is no better than discussing State matters in the throne room. "

"If you can't cook properly, at most, the higher ups will scold you. Then, you should hurry back to your hometown and finish everything!" However, if you say something wrong and do something wrong in the throne room, the price you have to pay would very likely be your own head, as well as the heads of your wife and children. "

"So you have to think about whether you want to go to their party or not!