Wen Mo heard that Wu Yong had helped the little palace slave, so he couldn't help but raise his face. The Ganqing Palace is not a place like a library. It's a rule here. She has been in the Qing Palace for so long, could she still be compared by a newborn palace slave?
Eunuch Wu, you are so proud of her. Wen Mo couldn't help it. He said this and turned around and entered the kitchen.
The emperor's breakfast was ready, and the food utensils of jade bone celadon were served. The breakfast was light and elegant, and it looked a little simple at first glance. Wen Mo knew the emperor's preferences, so he ordered Baigongfang to make celadon, which was specially used to suit the breakfast meal.
Yàn's soup is milky white, slightly delicate jade yellow. When put into jade bone celadon, it is instantly exquisite and transparent, making people unable to hold up their chopsticks after seeing it
When the chef in the kitchen saw Wen Mo, he quickly stopped his work and saluted her together. Wen Mo nodded with a smile: Thank you for your hard work.
As he said that, he raised his hand again, and the eunuchs behind him entered one after another, and raised the lacquer plate with ease. Wen Mo walked in front, and curled the corners of his mouth contemptuously as he passed by Han Rui.
Wu Yong snorted coldly at Wen Mo's back and said to Hanrui: Don't be discouraged, the emperor is tired of eating the Yàn nest chicken shredded soup!
Yàn nest chicken shredded soup... She remembered that the emperor gave her to eat it, and the aftertaste of it is endless
Hanrui lowered her head and smiled: That's really delicious
Don't be angry with others and destroy your own might! Wu Yong became anxious and clenched his fists. The emperor must love to eat the porridge you cooked with your own hands.
Han Rui rubbed her ears that were sorely blown by the cold wind, and walked into the kitchen and muttered: If you use too much breakfast, you will be bad for your health and will feel sleepy.
Seeing Wu Yong walking in with the little palace maid, the imperial chef was not good at saying anything, so he lowered his head and busy with his work and ignored it.
Hanrui looked at the white porridge in the pottery pot and made a layer of rice oil, and the oily flowers were still shining. Under the attention of the chefs, she quietly took out a green onion from her sleeve.
When the imperial chef saw the onion, he whistled a clang! He poked the tip of the kitchen knife on the cutting board.
Han Rui was frightened by the movement and shrank her neck and hurriedly handed a small green onion in her hand: The little slave took one by one...
Seeing her shrinking back, her soft face collapsed, holding a green onion in both hands, somehow swallowed the angry words that came to her mouth.
Seeing everyone watching again, Wu Yong also bulged his cheeks and saw that he was about to get angry. The imperial chef lowered his body and grabbed a handful of green onions and stuffed them into her hand: The imperial kitchen in the Ganqing Palace is not missing a small onion.
Even though Hanrui said this, she still carefully put the green onions into a handful, and blessed her body to the imperial chef, thanking her brother.
Big brother...Big brother...Big brother...
The Royal Chef's face turned red immediately, until her ears were red, and she responded with a tough voice, which was considered to have accepted this title.
Han Rui was completely unaware of it, happily pulled out a green onion, washed it carefully with water, and pinched the green onion directly and threw it into the pottery pot.
Seeing Hanrui happy, Wu Yong was also happy for some reason, and he looked at it. He uttered: Is this Angelica Ginger and Lamb Porridge?
It was eaten last night
Hanrui nodded and whispered: Xiao Nu, I think the emperor wants to eat too
Wu Yong covered his mouth and laughed: Why didn’t I eat with the emperor last night?
Hanrui was embarrassed and patted her stomach: The little slave is too hungry, afraid that the emperor will eat it, so the little slave will not eat it
Wu Yong burst into laughter, where is the palace? It can still make the emperor's heart hungry
Eunuch Wu, you are so proud of her. Wen Mo couldn't help it. He said this and turned around and entered the kitchen.
The emperor's breakfast was ready, and the food utensils of jade bone celadon were served. The breakfast was light and elegant, and it looked a little simple at first glance. Wen Mo knew the emperor's preferences, so he ordered Baigongfang to make celadon, which was specially used to suit the breakfast meal.
Yàn's soup is milky white, slightly delicate jade yellow. When put into jade bone celadon, it is instantly exquisite and transparent, making people unable to hold up their chopsticks after seeing it
When the chef in the kitchen saw Wen Mo, he quickly stopped his work and saluted her together. Wen Mo nodded with a smile: Thank you for your hard work.
As he said that, he raised his hand again, and the eunuchs behind him entered one after another, and raised the lacquer plate with ease. Wen Mo walked in front, and curled the corners of his mouth contemptuously as he passed by Han Rui.
Wu Yong snorted coldly at Wen Mo's back and said to Hanrui: Don't be discouraged, the emperor is tired of eating the Yàn nest chicken shredded soup!
Yàn nest chicken shredded soup... She remembered that the emperor gave her to eat it, and the aftertaste of it is endless
Hanrui lowered her head and smiled: That's really delicious
Don't be angry with others and destroy your own might! Wu Yong became anxious and clenched his fists. The emperor must love to eat the porridge you cooked with your own hands.
Han Rui rubbed her ears that were sorely blown by the cold wind, and walked into the kitchen and muttered: If you use too much breakfast, you will be bad for your health and will feel sleepy.
Seeing Wu Yong walking in with the little palace maid, the imperial chef was not good at saying anything, so he lowered his head and busy with his work and ignored it.
Hanrui looked at the white porridge in the pottery pot and made a layer of rice oil, and the oily flowers were still shining. Under the attention of the chefs, she quietly took out a green onion from her sleeve.
When the imperial chef saw the onion, he whistled a clang! He poked the tip of the kitchen knife on the cutting board.
Han Rui was frightened by the movement and shrank her neck and hurriedly handed a small green onion in her hand: The little slave took one by one...
Seeing her shrinking back, her soft face collapsed, holding a green onion in both hands, somehow swallowed the angry words that came to her mouth.
Seeing everyone watching again, Wu Yong also bulged his cheeks and saw that he was about to get angry. The imperial chef lowered his body and grabbed a handful of green onions and stuffed them into her hand: The imperial kitchen in the Ganqing Palace is not missing a small onion.
Even though Hanrui said this, she still carefully put the green onions into a handful, and blessed her body to the imperial chef, thanking her brother.
Big brother...Big brother...Big brother...
The Royal Chef's face turned red immediately, until her ears were red, and she responded with a tough voice, which was considered to have accepted this title.
Han Rui was completely unaware of it, happily pulled out a green onion, washed it carefully with water, and pinched the green onion directly and threw it into the pottery pot.
Seeing Hanrui happy, Wu Yong was also happy for some reason, and he looked at it. He uttered: Is this Angelica Ginger and Lamb Porridge?
It was eaten last night
Hanrui nodded and whispered: Xiao Nu, I think the emperor wants to eat too
Wu Yong covered his mouth and laughed: Why didn’t I eat with the emperor last night?
Hanrui was embarrassed and patted her stomach: The little slave is too hungry, afraid that the emperor will eat it, so the little slave will not eat it
Wu Yong burst into laughter, where is the palace? It can still make the emperor's heart hungry
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