The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 968: Am I losing more and more authority?

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"Sir, Kong Wenmin sent someone to send a message, saying he was coming in the evening." While the two were talking, they saw Pang Yi push the door open and come in.

"Oh, he is really quick at work," Meiya winked at Zhong Mingwei. While looking at the neatly arranged dumplings on the tray, she couldn't help but sigh, "She is also really bad at eating."

Pang Yi was confused: "Who doesn't have a good mouth? Who is the lady talking about?"

"Of course it's you," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi with a long face, "Go to the Royal Forest Army camp and get the autopsy report of the fourth prince."

"Master, can you wait until you get back?" Pang Yi looked at the tray full of dumplings with pity on his face, "All my subordinates...haven't had dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage for more than half a year. , Master, please take pity on your subordinates!"

"Pang Yi, don't listen to him. The autopsy report was sent over early in the morning by the Royal Forest Army," Meiya said to Pang Yi with a smile. Knowing that you all like to eat dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage, I made them in one go. There are four pallets! ”

"Thank you, madam! Thank you, madam!" Pang Yi was overjoyed, and was so busy clasping his fists and bowing to Meiya, "I know that although I am unkind, our madam is the most caring! ”

The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "Pang Yi, look at you, do you really want to see my unkind side?"

"My subordinates resign! Hehe!" The next second, Pang Yi hurriedly opened the door and rushed out, humming in his mouth, "The peach blossoms in Sanahyue are blooming, my lover, are you still there?" Come back..."

Zhong Mingwei silently put down the kitchen knife in his hand: "Am I losing more and more authority?"

"Prestige? What is that? Mr. Zhong, have you ever had one?" Meiya looked at the man's expression of bitterness and hatred, "Pfft", then lowered her head and continued to make dumplings.

Zhong Mingwei: "..."

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Kong Wenmin came at night and followed Pang Yi into Zhong Mingwei's study. He really wanted Zhong Mingwei to report on the investigation in the past few days, so he saw Meiya coming in, holding a tray in her hand with a large bowl of it on it. Dumplings, and a small casserole. Kong Wenmin thought that Zhong Mingwei was having dinner, and was about to go out to avoid it. Then he looked at Meiya and looked at him with a smile: "Guard Da Kong, today I have dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage at home." , it’s not convenient for you to come here during the day. I just heard you were coming, so I’ll give you a bowl now. You can eat it while it’s hot.”

"Madam, this..." Kong Wenmin was startled, and then he felt excited and grateful at the same time. However, he was used to being cold-mouthed. Although he was extremely grateful to Meiya, he couldn't even say a word of gratitude. He couldn't even say anything, so he just stayed there in a daze, rubbing his hands together.

"Okay, let's finish the meal first and then talk about business." Zhong Mingwei also spoke.

"Oh! Thank you, sir!" Kong Wenmin responded hurriedly, and then quickly took the tray from Meiya's hand, while whispering to Meiya, "Thank you, madam."

"What can I thank you for? It's not like I made it specially for you?" Meiya still smiled, patted Kong Wenmin's arm, and urged him, "Eat it quickly, the dumplings won't be as good as they are after they cool down." It’s delicious. There’s chicken stewed with mushrooms in the casserole, so you have to eat it while it’s hot.”

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaa!" Kong Wenmin was so busy that he responded repeatedly. He quickly grabbed his chopsticks and started eating. He was really hungry. He had been running around here and there in the past few days, always checking things out. He also had to avoid the attention of Zhou Youan's confidants, so it was very hard. He hadn't had a solid meal for several days. At this time, he was almost putting dumplings into his mouth one bite at a time. Meiya looked at his appearance, I kept telling myself that the dumplings were not cooked enough, so I was so busy that I went to the front yard to cook another pot of dumplings.