Chapter 177

If he doesn't eat it, he cannot be eliminated.

If he does eat it, he has fallen into a trap, and in all likelihood, he will be eating excrement.

Qin Zhenguo's scalp went numb. "The brat from the Duke of Ding's mansion is actually this sinister and vicious?"

"Can such an evil, poisonous scheme be concocted even from gourmet food?"

His expression was complex, and his gaze landed on Prince Rong, carrying a hint of sympathy.

Lu Zhen also spoke up repeatedly.

"That's right, this brat has been wrong from the very beginning. He is someone who seeks revenge for the slightest grievance; how could he possibly remain indifferent after being given such a hard time!"

"The truth is out; this is the true style of this stinking brat—his belly is full of bad water!"

"How will Prince Rong break this?"

Although Lu Zhen said this, his face carried a trace of schadenfreude.

For a moment, everyone was discussing it heatedly.

Song Li and Song Qingqing were also wearing expressions of disbelief.

To be honest, hearing that Gao Yang seeks revenge for the slightest grievance made Song Li and Song Qingqing even more panicked.

While a conspiracy is cunning and hard to detect, one can still hide from it; the most terrifying thing is an open conspiracy.

You know clearly that your opponent is going to do something bad, yet you simply cannot avoid it.

In his eyes, this large intestine that was blanched without being washed was a massive open conspiracy, already presenting Prince Rong with a heaven-sized dilemma.

If he doesn't eat it, he cannot eliminate the Duke of Ding's mansion.

If he eats it, he has fallen into a trap.

What is Prince Rong to do?

Wu Zhao was also shaken internally, her graceful and luxurious face filled with endless shock.

She had not expected Gao Yang to pull off something like this.

This small dish was too hardcore!

This couldn't help but remind her again of the "Order to Extend Favor" that Gao Yang had spoken of.

The Order to Extend Favor was, in her heart, the undisputed number one open conspiracy in the world; under the guise of royal benevolence, it actually carried out the weakening of vassal states, stirring up conflict between the eldest sons of vassal kings and their concubine-born brothers.

But the Order to Extend Favor had a prerequisite: that Da Qian was powerful, essentially using strength to strike at weakness!

This was completely different from a gourmet food competition; Gao Yang and Wang Tao were cooks, and Prince Rong held their fates in his hands.

Yet Gao Yang had come up with such a poisonous scheme, using weakness to face strength, presenting Prince Rong with a heaven-sized dilemma.

It was truly inconceivable!

"Your Majesty, look quickly, the Assistant Minister is smiling inexplicably!"

Shangguan Wan'er said suddenly.

The gazes of Wu Zhao and the crowd turned in unison toward the direction of Gao Yang.

They saw Gao Yang wiping his hands on his body; he first looked at Wang Tao, then the two of them stared at the large intestine in the pot and actually began to chuckle together.

That honest-looking, callow face of his was actually permeated with a sense of treachery.

This smile made Wu Zhao and the old generals on the second floor tremble in unison.

If they had held even a shred of doubt toward Lu Yourong's words before, they now had none at all.

Gao Yang had truly concocted a poisonous scheme.

Down below.

Prince Rong was also a bit panicked.

He had campaigned for Da Qian for years, and in his spare time from martial arts, he was fond of gourmet food, so he naturally knew what pig large intestine was.

Nine-Turn Large Intestine should indeed be a delicacy.

But this method of preparation was truly unheard of and unseen!

"Father, what should be done about this?"

Wu Cheng was a bit panicked; he had already fallen into Gao Yang's hands once—he wouldn't fall a second time, would he?

Chen Fan was also panicked; as the head chef of the Imperial Kitchen, he had seen more pig large intestines than he had seen people.

He said to Wu Long with worry, "Your Highness, this is not good. Based on my thirty years of experience as an imperial chef, I dare to conclude that the Assistant Minister's large intestine is definitely not washed clean; it might not even have been washed at all..."

Wu Cheng also said, "Father, that smell is definitely not right. I can't even stand it just by smelling it, let alone eating it."

Wu Long feigned calmness. "Do not panic!"

"Do not lose your footing."

"We shall act according to the situation."

Wu Long said.

He was currently being roasted on a fire, and he could only comfort himself in his heart like this.

At this moment, Gao Yang saw that it was cooked enough, and he used a large spoon to scoop up a ladle of the broth.

Then, he extended his finger to dip a little of the juice and put it into his mouth; the next second, his expression twisted.

This taste—this is what you call authentic!

He gave a thumbs up to Wang Tao. "I think it's flavorful enough; you try it."

Wang Tao dipped his finger in, and a mask of pain instantly appeared on his honest face; then, he also gave Gao Yang a thumbs up.

"Young Master, but I think it could be even more refined. Why don't we pour the blanching brine back in and cook it for a while longer?"

"Not bad, this method is excellent!"

The two of them did as they said, pouring the blanched brine back in and bringing it to a boil over high heat.

"Hiss!"

This scene was clearly seen by Wu Zhao and the others, and they couldn't help but gasp in unison.

Wu Zhao's expression changed; just this tiny bit of juice was so painful.

If one were to eat a mouthful of the large intestine and the delicacy wrapped inside, wouldn't that be the death of them?

Lu Yourong was also wearing an expression of disbelief, her full bosom heaving.

Tasting it personally, just to feel if the flavor was authentic.

What deep enmity, what deep hatred!

Her mind was left with only one sentence.

"The poisonous strategist enters the game in person, just to invite Prince Rong, the Heir of Prince Rong, and the head chef of the Imperial Kitchen to their deaths!"

"Hiss!"

Lu Yourong gasped, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

She truly could not associate the Gao Yang before her, who was smiling treacherously while tasting the large intestine juice, with the Gao Yang who wrote "Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face, the spring breeze brushes the railing, the dew is thick and bright."

This contrast was simply too great!

So perverted.

So vicious.

So cruel.

But it seems... I like it even more now.

Duke of Ding's mansion.

Gao Tianlong and Gao Feng had a chessboard placed between them and were playing against each other.

Uncle Fu hurried forward. "Old Duke, something terrible has happened. Prince Rong is a judge for the gourmet competition, the mansion's cook was harassed on the spot, and the Young Master went up to help..."

Gao Feng frowned while placing a piece. "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, let alone with Prince Rong judging; this is a guaranteed loss. What is the use of him going up?"

"And that rebellious son dares to influence Prince Rong's thoughts?"

Gao Feng was somewhat disdainful.

Uncle Fu's face carried shock. "This old servant doesn't know what the Young Master is planning either, but I only saw the Young Master take out unwashed large intestine and throw it directly into the large pot to blanch..."

Once these words were spoken.

The expressions of Gao Feng and Gao Tianlong changed drastically.

"What?"

"The large intestine this rebellious son used wasn't washed?"

"What does he want to do?"

Gao Feng instantly gasped, thinking of something, his scalp going numb.

Gao Tianlong, however, stood up, a flash of brilliance crossing his aged eyes. "Wonderful!" ===== CHAPTER 179 =====