Chapter 67: Where is the ghost right now? (2)

“Bold! This is being sent to Cining Palace. The Empress Dowager is still waiting for a meal.”

Ye Sui’s eyes were heavy and her face cold when she withdrew her hand. The inside of the cup was empty.

Ye Sui continued to walk in the palace. In some places, tasks were being given out, and food ingredients could be obtained after completing them. She watched Gao Yue eat a biscuit above her face in order to get a cabbage.

Ye Sui turned her head and left. She’d rather not do the tiring task.

There was still some time before the imperial kitchen opened. Ye Sui was not in a hurry. She strolled around in the palace and always found something interesting.

In a secluded palace, the wall was covered with weeds, and the wind suddenly blew up. Ye Sui looked up and saw a familiar ghost.

She stopped for a few seconds. The ghost found her strange and threw a smile at her. Due to the angle, the camera couldn’t capture the scene, but Ye Sui saw the ghost picking up a piece of white radish.

With a light throw, the white radish rolled to her feet. Whether it was a radish or not, Ye Sui bent down and picked it up. The scene happened to be caught on camera, and the audience went crazy.

“It’s scary. The palace is empty. Why did a white radish suddenly come out? Is it a radish essence?”

“Magical radish essence. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, it’s not allowed to be refined! It must have been blown by the wind, and the socialist core values ​​should be known well!”

“How can Ye Sui be so calm? I remember that there was an episode with some paranormal phenomenon. She also did not panic back then. Thinking carefully, does Ye Sui really have a supernatural constitution?”

The ghost stood in the palace; this person was Qi Xian’s father. If he continued to stay here, when he saw Qi Xian, he would probably cause some supernatural scenes.

Ye Sui had to control the situation. She turned off the microphone and went into the palace. The timid cameraman saw the radish rolling just now and didn’t dare to go inside, standing at the door for her.

Ye Sui pretended to look for food and asked, “Uncle, what are you doing here?”

Qi Xian’s father spoke, “Little lady, my son doesn’t even talk to me.”

Ye Sui sighed, thinking that since Qi Xian could not see him, of course, he couldn’t talk to him. Qi Xian’s father asked, “Can you help me?”

“Uncle, just stay here. I’ll help you talk to him at night.”

As soon as Ye Sui spoke, she saw Qi Xian’s father’s eyes brighten. Sound of footsteps came from behind her, and Qi Xian with his cameraman came in.

“Huh?” Qi Xian’s face was full of bewilderment. Ye Sui’s voice was too low, so he could not hear clearly. “Who were you talking to?”

Silly boy, I am talking to your father. However, Ye Sui certainly could not tell Qi Xian this. The viewers were still watching.

Ye Sui tilted her head and gave Qi Xian a look. “I said this radish is so white and fat. It must be delicious to cook.”

Qi Xian: “…”

So when she cooks, she also communicates with ingredients? Qi Xian, a first-class variety artist, immediately kept up with the rhythm of Ye Sui. He began to talk to the tomato in his hand.

Ye Sui stopped, with three big question marks on her head: “What are you doing?”

Qi Xian gently tapped on the tomato and solemnly said, “I’m massaging the tomato. I’ll cook scrambled eggs with it and make it delicious.”

“…” Ye Sui deeply felt that Qi Xian had just misunderstood her meaning. Fortunately, it was a variety show, and she could make a fool out of it.

This move was very suitable for the audience. The viewers were already laughing, and the barrage quickly filled up.

“Hahaha, I can see what kind of humorous scripted program this is. First, Ye Sui’s radish rolls by itself, and then, Qi Xian massages tomatoes.”

“Qi Xian, baby, as long as you remain so handsome, you don’t need to learn how to cook. I can do it for you in the future!”