[A young eunuch was practicing chopping vegetables and tossing a wok in the side room!]
Hearing Jian Ruonan's thoughts, the gossip-loving pillars of the court steadied themselves and leaned closer for a careful look.
Fuck, there really was a young eunuch tossing a wok.
The young eunuch wasn't very skilled. That huge crash just now had come from him losing his grip and dropping the wok.
As he scrambled to pick it up, he dropped the spatula too, producing that whole string of clatters and clangs.
Once the noise stopped, the young eunuch scooped the vegetables off the floor into the wok, then resumed his clumsy tossing, wok in one hand and spatula in the other.
Dressed in a eunuch's uniform and cap, the young eunuch moved stiffly, looking uncannily like a hopping corpse from a storybook.
Beside him sat a chopping block, a cleaver, and a partially chopped, somewhat rotten head of napa cabbage.
Next to the chopping block stood a candle that was almost burned down, its feeble flame shivering in the cold night.
After dropping the wok and losing some vegetables, the young eunuch found the tossing unsatisfying, so he immediately plunged back into chopping the cabbage.
That earlier clop-clop-clop, like pounding hooves, had been the sound of chopping vegetables.
The metallic clang-clang-clang had been him tossing the wok.
The gossip-loving pillars of the court: "..."
Case solved!
The truth was out!
There was no ghost, just a young eunuch tossing a wok and chopping vegetables!
The gossip-loving pillars of the court: "..."
Fuck, instead of sleeping in the dead of night, he'd come to practice tossing a wok in a palace where someone had died?!
What the fuck was going through his head?!
Was he missing a piece of his brain?!
If he wasn't using his