Never believe the words of a brat.
Just said: "Get out."
Jun Ning trembled with his small body, crying and pointing across, saying: "Fire fire fire..."
Tears streamed down his face, which was covered with dirt, making him look terrifying.
The crowd still didn't believe Jun Ning, but seeing him so frightened, it didn't seem like he was pretending.
"Could it really be on fire? Otherwise, why is this little rascal shaking like that?"
The crowd said in unison, then stood straight and looked at the place Jun Ning had just looked.
Jun Ning took the chance to quickly squeeze through the legs of the person blocking him and ran outside the Imperial Kitchen.
The little guy was nimble, and his escape speed was like a rabbit, quickly running out of the Imperial Kitchen.
"There's no fire!"
"This little rascal is lying, can't be trusted."
By the time everyone realized they were fooled, Jun Ning had already dashed out of the Imperial Kitchen.
"That little rascal's acting was pretty realistic! He actually fooled all of us old folks. Damn, embarrassing."
"Watch me break your legs for tricking me."
Chef Liu grabbed the spatula from the chopping board and stormed out of the Imperial Kitchen angrily.
Today, if he doesn't catch that little rascal and break his legs, he won't rest easy.
People who usually have a good relationship with Chef Liu joined the chase, eager to help catch the little rascal.
However, adults' bodies are ultimately not as agile as a child's, and the palace paths are filled with winding routes. Jun Ning either dodged behind stone lions or slipped into hidden corners; his escape path was convoluted, making it impossible for them to catch him.
The more Chef Liu couldn't catch anyone, the more he felt mocked by the brat and humiliated, making him more unwilling to give up.
What face, what rules, at this moment he couldn't care about anything.
He was determined like a weighing stone; he had to catch him and give him a good beating.
Thus, a particularly amusing scene appeared in the imperial palace today: A little rascal desperately running in front, chased by a group of angry-looking people wielding spatulas, rolling pins, and sticks.
Those who didn't know might think these people were going to slaughter pigs.
Liu Pin was puzzled upon seeing this while strolling nearby, asking, "What are the people from the Imperial Kitchen chasing?"
"Not sure." The nanny accompanying said: "But seeing them so fierce, maybe some living creature from the Imperial Kitchen ran out, and these people are afraid it might hit someone, so they are chasing."
"Could be." Liu Pin said: "Then let's go back quickly so we don't get bumped into."
"Let's go, Mistress."
Just as Liu Pin and her attendants were about to leave, Liu Pin noticed the emperor's procession approaching not far from the Imperial Kitchen people.
"No, nanny, we can't leave yet." Liu Pin worriedly looked at the person in the emperor's procession. "We must go and stop the emperor's procession from moving forward, otherwise it'll be bad if the emperor gets bumped into."
The nanny glanced in the direction Liu Pin was looking, "Mistress, then let's hurry over there, otherwise it'll be too late."
"Alright."
Liu Pin and her attendants rushed towards Emperor Yongning's procession, attempting to intercept the crowd before they reached him.
In her hurry, Liu Pin accidentally fell, seemingly spraining her ankle, but her concern for the emperor's safety left her no time to tend to her own pain.
After getting up, she limped and continued running forward.