"Shut your mouth. If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute!" Tan Zhu was still thinking in his heart that he had to wait and pour out all the bad rice that a young father-in-law who was not skilled in the imperial kitchen had made in the past. He made another portion and sent it to the queen, but he did not expect that it had been revealed now.

"Hmm?" Zhirou's face immediately sank: "Mr. Tan, what's going on? Why did others do it, but you, the supervisor of the imperial kitchen, have not? Are you deliberately unable to get along with me?"

"No, no. Queen, I don't dare!" As he said that, Tan Zhu also knelt down again.

"Since I don't dare, then bring my dinner out quickly. I'm leaving!" Zhirou glanced at Tan Zhu majesticly. Although Tan Zhu did not look directly at Zhirou, the majestic feeling was still like a mountain, pressing directly on Tan Zhu.

"Yes!" Tan Zhu couldn't help but nodded in the end, saying yes, and asked the young father-in-law who had just spoken to bring out Zhirou's evening meal.

Although Tan Zhu said it was very good just now, the things that the young father-in-law brought out were completely different from what Tan Zhu said.

The rice is indeed a bowl of white rice, but it is all the crust at the bottom of the pot. In the palace, only the abandoned concubines in the cold palace use the rice. However, the green mustard greens are all yellow plates. It seems that they are just the imperial kitchen, the wok in the morning, and the leftovers, green onion tofu, just like the black cloud soup.

Zhirou looked at the food taken out by the young father-in-law and thought in her heart that if such a dish was given to the pig, even the pig might have diarrhea.

Thinking of this, Zhirou also took a step forward. After observing the distance, Zhirou turned the tray towards the little father-in-law with a cold face, and lifted it up, causing the food soup to hit the little father-in-law directly.

Ah... the little father-in-law couldn't help but scream, and he wanted to fall into a chicken. He stepped back and looked at Zhirou resentfully.

"Hmph, Lord Tan, the Imperial Seating Office, you are so brave. You actually want to give me some food that you don't even eat pigs? Are you intentionally trying to poison me?" Zhirou glanced at the little father-in-law's face with resentment, but she didn't even have to cut down the **, and then turned around and looked at Tan Zhu coldly.

Although Zhirou did not show any expression to the young father-in-law now, in Zhirou's heart, the young father-in-law had already been sentenced to death by Zhirou. After experiencing the betrayal of his younger brother, as long as he was someone who was not good for him in his heart, Zhirou would not continue to show mercy.

"Empress, I dare not..."

"Drink, who is so brave? He actually said that the imperial kitchen in the palace made a meal that even pigs didn't eat!" When Zhirou came to the imperial kitchen to find fault, Yuwen Hao had already received the news. Then, he did not correct the memorial and walked over here. After all, he wanted to give Zhirou something to eat, but his decision.

"Ah, it's the emperor's weird uncle!" Hearing Yuwen Hao's voice, Zhirou also turned her head and looked at it, and immediately started screaming. She quickly reached out to hold Qingmei, hid behind Qingmei, and looked at Yuwen Hao in horror.
Chapter completed!