Chapter 1872 Abbot Fengchen

   "Lord Chu, the temple is only this big, and there is one kitchen left to look at, can you go?" He Shan turned around and smiled at him, holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, constantly moving them.

  Chu Heng hummed, and took his reaction into his eyes, especially the excitement that flashed through his eyes after he agreed, and he didn't notice it at all.

  He followed into the kitchen as if he didn't know anything.

  As soon as he entered the kitchen, the tip of his nose moved invisibly. The familiar smell seemed to disappear in a flash, but he still clearly caught it.

  Going inside, the more he smells.

  Mixed in the flavors of various vegetables and foods, it looks very mottled. Generally, people who have never been in contact with Yuntan, even doctors in the capital, or even imperial doctors, may not be able to detect something wrong with so many flavors.

   But Chu Heng was so familiar with this smell that he could smell it as soon as he walked in the door.

   But he still didn't reveal anything, and walked around in a way that made it impossible to see the purpose.

  He Shan has been watching his reaction, not wanting to miss anything.

  But after looking it over, he didn't find anything wrong with Chu Heng's traces, and they didn't even meet his expectations.

"Master Chu, everyone in the kitchen takes turns to cook on weekdays. Speaking of which, our cooking skills are not very good. I really miss the Vegetarian Restaurant in Foguang Temple. If there is a chance in the future, I hope to entertain you." He Shan flattering to say.

  Chu Heng seemed to have not understood the hint in his words, followed his words and asked: "How do you take turns cooking on weekdays?"

   "Except for the old man, everyone else cooks together in the kitchen and does what they are good at." Seeing Chu Heng looking over, the host Fengchen realized that he was asking him, and answered honestly.

  Hearing the words, Chu Heng hummed, indicating that he understood.

  At the same time, he lifted the lid of the pot and glanced at the remaining cabbage and tofu soup in the pot.

  He Shan saw him looking into the pot, but not at the rice pot behind him, his eyes flickered.

   "Master Chu, all the vegetables here are grown by ourselves in the nearby field, and we rely on the harvest in the field for food on weekdays, and rarely go to the capital." He Shan seemed to be explaining to him that the entire Dewen Temple was innocent.

  After hearing what he said, Chu Heng turned around, looked at the vegetables on the cutting board, stretched out his hand, picked up the vegetables casually, and took a look.

  Because of this posture, he turned his back to He Shan.

   A smug gleam flashed in He Shan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand and sprinkled powder on him.

   Host Feng Chen saw his actions, and was so frightened that he lost his voice, his eyes were full of disapproval, and he wanted to reach out to stop him.

  He was kind but full of confidence, stretched out his hand and slapped his hand away, and looked at Chu Heng proudly and superiorly, "Master Chu, do you feel dizzy and can't see clearly in front of you?"

   "Well, sit down and let's have a good chat."

  He said in a good chat tone, as if saying, let's have fun.

   "Heshan..." Host Fengchen trembled slightly holding the Buddhist beads, looking at Heshan with a troubled face, disapproving of what he did, but still couldn't help persuading: "Turn back and be right."

   "Stop talking nonsense, Master Chu, don't you want to find out where the medicine is? I can tell you, but unfortunately, you have no chance to know the truth."

   There is pride in the kind voice.

   Habitually looked at him with contemptuous eyes.

   Didn't notice it, while he was talking.

  (end of this chapter)