Chapter 101: Another sneak attack on Qian Renxue

“If you want to see the Pope, then stay in the side hall and wait. If you don’t want to wait, then please leave.”

The Temple Guard Knight said with a sneer.

Tang Si swallowed his saliva, sat back, and said, “Okay, I’ll wait in the side hall!”

Time passed, and soon half a day had gone by. Tang Wu and his companions, who had only drunk tea but had not eaten anything, felt their stomachs begin to rebel.

“We’re hungry, can you get us something to eat?”

After being slapped in the face many times, Tang Wu and others have now become very obedient.

“cannot!”

“Either get out or starve!”

The Temple Guard Knight said calmly with a cold face.

Tang Wu was completely speechless.

But when you are under someone’s roof, you have to bow your head.

Helplessly, Tang Wu returned to his seat again.

The kitchen of the Papal Palace.

“That’s not how cakes are made. You got it wrong.”

Looking at Qian Renxue, whose pretty face was covered with flour and looked like a little cat, Qian Yuhan couldn’t help but laugh.

“You don’t have to worry about it, I’m going to try it today!”

Qian Renxue puffed up her cheeks, glared at Qian Yuhan angrily, and then continued to work hard on making the cake.

“Alas, I didn’t expect that the younger generation of my Qian family can’t even cook. I have a miserable life.”

Qian Yuhan sighed, walked to Qian Renxue, stretched out his hands and rubbed her tender and fair cheeks, looking like he was filled with bitterness and hatred.

“Oh, don’t make trouble, I’ll make the cake for you right now.”

Qian Renxue angrily slapped Qian Yuhan’s hand away and glared at him angrily.

“Okay, okay, hurry up and make the cake. I’ll be waiting.”

Qian Yuhan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

“Humph.”

Qian Renxue snorted coldly, but leaned lightly on Qian Yuhan’s shoulder, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

“The bread last time was good. I want to eat it again.”

Qian Yuhan suddenly put his head close to Qian Renxue’s ear and whispered.

“Don’t even think about it!”

Feeling the heat at her ears, Qian Renxue’s pretty face turned slightly red, and she couldn’t help but glare at Qian Yuhan in reproach.

“I want to kiss you.”

As Qian Yuhan spoke, he held up Qian Renxue’s pretty face and kissed her.

“Hmm.”

Being suddenly attacked by Qian Yuhan, Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, and then struggled in anger.

This guy actually took advantage of her!

Qian Yuhan was not willing to give up. He hugged Qian Renxue’s slender waist, pressed his big hand on her head, and deepened the kiss domineeringly.

“Uh-huh.”

Qian Renxue struggled desperately, but could not escape Qian Yuhan’s powerful strength.

Gradually, she stopped resisting and instead put her arms around Qian Yuhan’s neck and responded enthusiastically.

“Hmm.”

Finally, Qian Renxue couldn’t breathe anymore and pushed Qian Yuhan away with force. Her pretty face was flushed with an alluring blush.

At this moment, the maid’s voice came from outside the kitchen door.

“His Majesty the Pope, according to your instructions, we have asked the people of Haotian Sect to wait in the side hall for seven hours.”

Hearing this, Qian Renxue gently pushed Qian Yuhan away and frowned, “How long has it been? Seven hours have passed?”

Qian Renxue turned her head and looked at the shapeless cake embryo, a look of embarrassment appeared on her pretty face.

After seven hours, she couldn’t even make a cake base? Was her talent in cooking really that poor?

No, someone from the Mouse Sect must have come and affected her performance.

Yes, that must be the case!

“Let’s go meet the little mouse from the Mouse Sect first, and we’ll make the cake later tonight.”

Qian Yuhan smiled and touched Qian Renxue’s head, saying lovingly.

“Well, I also want to see what these little mice look like.”

Qian Renxue nodded, washed the flour off her face first, then walked out of the kitchen with Qian Yuhan and came to the side hall.

At the same time, Tang Wu and others who were still in the side hall were already dizzy with hunger.

At this time, the door to the side hall opened, and two beautiful maids walked in holding several dishes and placed the dishes in front of them.

One of the tall maids said to Tang Wu, “His Holiness the Pope will be here soon. You should eat something to fill your stomach first.”

“What is this?”

Looking at the blue leaves in front of him, Tang Wu frowned and asked.

“The salad mixed with blue silver grass tastes very good. You can try it.”

The maid said calmly.

“Is this grass? Do you want us to eat grass? Or do you want us to eat bluesilver grass?”

Tang Wu looked at the plate of food in shock, and an urge to complain arose spontaneously.

“If you like to eat, don’t eat, if you don’t eat, you’ll fall!”

The maid glanced at Tang Wu and turned away.

“Hey, what’s your attitude?”

Seeing the maid’s arrogant attitude, Tang Wu immediately became furious.

These damn Wuhun Palace soul masters are really bullying people!
“I advise you to shut up!”

The maid turned back and warned in a cold tone.

“.”

Tang Wu looked at the maid with gritted teeth, but dared not say anything. He just picked up the blue leaf with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and started chewing.

“Yeah! It tastes pretty good, quite fresh and refreshing.”

After chewing the blue leaves, Tang Wu praised approvingly.

Although the taste of blue silver grass is rather special, it is not unpleasant and tastes very refreshing.

“really?”

Tang Si took a small bite doubtfully, then said in surprise, “It’s delicious, really delicious. This is the first time I’ve eaten such fresh vegetables!”

Seeing that Tang Si and Tang Wu were starting to eat with relish, Tang Liu could only carefully pick up a piece of blue silver grass and put it in his mouth.

“Hiss, it’s so delicious.”

The next moment, a look of satisfaction appeared on Tang Liu’s face.

Seeing Tang Wu and the others wolfing down the food without any image, the maids standing in the distance rolled their eyes.

These people are really shameful. They have never even eaten Blue Silver Salad. They are simply bumpkin.

However, these people were guests after all, and they didn’t bother to care. They just stepped aside silently and watched quietly.

The three little mice, who had never seen the world, still looked unsatisfied when they finished eating the blue and silver salad.

After a few minutes, a graceful girl of about eighteen years old wearing a blue palace dress slowly walked to the door.

The girl lightly opened her red lips and said calmly: “Three guests from the Haotian Sect, please come with me to see His Majesty the Pope.”

Led by the girl in blue palace dress, Tang Wu and others walked into the Pope’s Palace.

In front of you is a ground paved with huge black ashlar stones. Each stone brick is full of solid and solemn atmosphere, as if it carries the precipitation of years and solemn history.

In the main hall, there are rows of majestic pillars. They are so thick that it almost requires the combined strength of two people to hug them. The gold patterns inlaid on the black background shine with dazzling light.

These huge pillars tower into the clouds, like the supports of the earth. They are gorgeous but solemn, huge but not bloated.

(End of this chapter)