Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Chapter 871

It’s too late, completely too late, it’s too late to make amends now!

Wei Wu lowered his head and remained silent for a long time with a stiff expression, then slowly raised his head and looked at Zhu Biao.

"Brother, go, go quickly, no, run, run quickly, don't look back, run as fast as you can to escape this disaster!"

Seeing Wei Wu looking as if he was facing a formidable enemy, Zhu Biao immediately had a series of questions in his mind.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you? Why is your forehead covered in sweat? What scared you so much?"

Hearing this, Wei Wu took a deep breath.

"Yu...Yuxuan is going to cook!"

"Yuxuan is cooking?"

Zhu Biao looked at Wei Wu with a puzzled expression, and then couldn't help but persuade him.

"Xiao Wu, as your eldest brother, I have to say something about you. Although Yu Xuan is marrying you, she is still a princess after all."

"I've been raised in luxury, never having to touch a finger. I'm willing to learn cooking skills and cook for you."

"You should be happy! Why are you so scared..."

Before Zhu Biao could finish his words, Wei Wu actually chuckled at him.

"Brother! You are too careless. Yuxuan's cooking skills should never be underestimated."

Zhu Biao didn't care about Wei Wu's tone, but responded with some confusion:

"What do you mean? It's just cooking! At most, I'll get a stomachache. What's the problem?"

Seeing that Zhu Biao still didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, Wei Wu took a deep breath and said:

"What's a stomachache? Last time, Yuxuan cooked dumplings for me."

"and then?"

"Then I pooped half a bucket of blood!!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao's expression froze and his mouth opened as if a ball was stuffed in it.

"Half, half and half, half a bucket of blood??? Did she poison you?"

"Poisoning? Taking poison isn't that bad!"

As he spoke, Wei Wu closed his eyes in pain, and then he heard some movement beside him.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Zhu Biao had already stood up and walked to the gate.

"Well, Xiao Wu, I still have some state affairs to deal with here. Please tell Yu Xuan, and I will go back to the East Palace first."

"Oh, by the way, regarding the Yao Guangxiao incident, Dad told you to try and probe the fourth brother to see if you can get any clues."

Seeing Zhu Biao about to leave after saying this, Wei Wu quickly asked a question.

"Will you let me try?"

"It's not easy for my father and I to ask about this kind of thing. Even if we did, he might not dare to tell us. It's more convenient for you to ask."

"Okay, leave it to me!"

Wei Wu nodded in agreement, and then saw Zhu Biao walking out of the gate quickly, as if he was making rapid progress.

And just like Wei Wu said just now, he didn't even turn his head the whole time, not even when he was speaking.

"Testing Zhu Di? Okay, I also want to know what the current situation is between him and Yao Guangxiao."

Looking at Zhu Biao's departing back, Wei Wu muttered to himself, and then immediately called a servant.

"Go to Prince Yan's Mansion and tell him... tell him that I, no, Princess Weiyang, prepared a family dinner and wanted to invite him over!"

"Okay, Master!"

The servant responded and left the mansion, leaving Wei Wu alone, sitting blankly on a chair in the main hall.

At this moment, he exuded a feeling of being in another world.

"Even if I trick Zhu Di into coming here, it's useless! I still have to eat, I have to think of a way!"

Sitting in the chair, Wei Wu pondered for a long time and finally made a decision.

"No, we can't go on like this. I was afraid of hurting Yuxuan's self-esteem before, but now I have to do it."

"I saved my wife's self-esteem, but I can't save my delicate body! There's nothing humane about Yuxuan's cooking skills."

"That thing is even scarier than the alchemists of the pre-Qin period. The chemical composition of the dish is probably more complicated than the periodic table!"

Wei Wu muttered to himself, but suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

"Alchemist? Chemical composition? Yeah! Why didn't I think of that? I was thinking of asking the craftsmen at the Academy of Science and Technology to arrange someone."