After time travel, the princess became his favorite

Maocai respectfully invited Chu Lingyao into Xueyang Palace.

Xie Huaiyu was handling official business in the study.

His waist was straight, his eyelashes were lightly drooped, his eyes were focused, and his slender fingers were like white jade. The room was very quiet, and only the faint sound of turning pages could be heard.

There is a gilded exotic beast incense burner placed next to the desk, and white smoke rises from the top like flowing water.

Chu Ling smelled the fragrance before entering.

This fragrance is exactly the same as the one on Xie Huaiyu's robe. The cold and quiet breath is intertwined, making people feel peaceful and tranquil.

Chu Lingyao stepped over the threshold, and Xie Huaiyu was not annoyed at all. He turned his head to look at Chu Lingyao, his eyes slightly curved.

Mr. Pianpian sat in front of the case, his thoughts blended with the book, and he couldn't help but smile when he was disturbed.

Any woman who takes one look at him will be attracted by the handsome and gentle man in front of her.

Xie Huaiyu asked with a deep voice, "What's the matter with looking for an orphan?"

Chu Lingyao bowed first and then explained the affairs of the Dianshan Bureau. She asked herself to be the chef of the Dianshan Bureau.

Xie Huaiyu frowned, "Forget it about the preserved fruit, I will go and talk to my mother."

Chu Lingyao said: "His Royal Highness, you don't have to feel wronged by me. Cooking is my hobby. Preserved fruits are loved by my sisters and ladies in the harem, and I am also very happy. If Your Highness is too embarrassed to go, you might as well agree to it." One thing."

If she didn't respond to Zhao Nanzhi's temper, she would probably make a big fuss. Xie Huaiyu pinched his eyebrows and said, "Just tell me, I'll listen to you."

"It's not for nothing that I go to the Dianshan Bureau to work. The people in the Dianshan Bureau have a salary, so you might as well give me a share. I also raise some vegetables in the courtyard. I don't want to see the fruits rot in the ground. I want to use Huangshang's The price is for Dianshan Bureau to buy it. I am not afraid of rumors. I can do what I like, so there is no need for others to worry about it."

This last sentence is equivalent to answering what Xie Huaiyu wanted to ask.

We don’t grow flowers and plants in the yard, but vegetables. It’s just a hobby.

Xie Huaiyu had a smile on his lips, feeling quite amused that a powerful woman would not touch Yang Chun Shui with her fingers, for fear of being spoken to or hurt by being touched, but Chu Lingyao didn't care about this at all, she just wanted to like it.

If Xie Huaiyu refuses to deal with Nanzhi, Chu Lingyao probably won't be happy either. If he can get the best of both worlds, why not.

Xie Huaiyu agreed.

"Thank you, His Royal Highness."

The papers on Xie Huaiyu's desk were piled up into a small mountain. He had many official duties, so Chu Lingyao didn't stay too long, bowed and left.

Chu Lingyao can then go to the Dianshan Bureau freely.

At first, she simply taught the chef how to make preserved fruits, but then there was not enough manpower there, so she asked Rouxi to go. Rouxi was still busy, so Chu Lingyao went there in person.

The nuns all looked livid and told her not to do anything, saying that the professor had already wronged her.

Chu Lingyao didn't take it seriously, and the mothers got used to it by helping again and again.

A bolder mama will also talk to Chu Lingyao.

Unknowingly, it felt like I was back when Chu Lingyao was still a little pockmarked.

There are many kinds of fruits, so Chu Ling naturally spends a long time in the distance. After the chef learns them, he has to hand them over to the chef of the imperial kitchen.

Preserved fruits were first supplied in the East Palace, and later gradually in the Harem.

Chu Lingyao took the vegetables he grew to the Dianshan Bureau. This was what the prince had told him, and the Dianshan Bureau would handle it on its own.

Chu Lingyao did not pull out the vegetables in the yard first, but took them from the farmland.

Sometimes if there was something missing from the Dining Bureau, she would say that it was available in her own courtyard.

This makes people wonder, how many crops did this Concubine Chu have?Why do you feel like you have so much inexhaustible supply?
But no one dared to ask.

Later, Chu Lingyao gradually brought the meat of rabbits and ducks along with vegetables.

The people at the Dining Bureau didn't have too much suspicion until Chu Lingyao brought the pig.The grandma from the Dianshan Bureau trembled and asked, "Is this pig also raised in your courtyard?"

Chu Lingyao nodded and said matter-of-factly: "The meat I sent is very fresh. Grandmas can also save some effort and go to Chang'an Street to buy it."

How could this not be new?Still alive!
There are still people in the Dianshan Bureau who can kill pigs.

As soon as the fresh pig blood was put in, Chu Lingyao licked her lips and immediately made a portion of Maoxuewang.

In ancient times, the ingredients and seasonings were limited, but Chu Lingyao relied on her superb cooking skills to make a pot of hot and pungent Maoxuewang in the limited space.

The nuns who don't eat spicy food coughed when they smelled the hot air, and they were so uncomfortable that they bent over and bent over.

Chu Lingyao shared it generously, but few people dared to take a bite.

It's not that it's spicy, it's that it's offensive. How can a slave eat with his master?

Chu Lingyao was so annoyed by this ancient rule that she asked Rouxi to give half of it to the mothers.

This way they didn't eat together, and they didn't dare to move their chopsticks. Chu Lingyao could only tell them in a commanding tone not to waste food.

Chu Lingyao kept swallowing saliva, and when he was finally about to pick up a piece of pig blood and put it into his mouth, there was a sudden loud voice from outside.

"Princess Nanzhi is here!"

Everyone in the Dianshan Bureau knelt down and shouted in unison: "See you, Your Royal Highness!"

To put it mildly, the Dining Bureau is just a place for cooking. Why are concubines and princes coming one after another, and now the princess is here too!

Everyone kneeling on the ground was terrified.

Before Princess Nazhi opened her mouth and stepped aside, her eyebrows furrowed sharply. The spicy smell filled her nose, making her feel slightly reluctant.

"What smells so strong?"

Chu Lingyao explained: "It's because of the strong hair and blood. If the princess doesn't eat spicy food, the taste will be quite exciting for the princess."

It's not that Princess Nanzhi doesn't like spicy food, it's just that she has never tasted such a spicy food.

She raised her eyes and looked at Chu Lingyao. Her clothes were out of place among this group of slaves, and her salute was not a salute.

She must be Concubine Chu.

Nanzhi likes preserved fruits very much, and almost all her daily snacks are preserved fruits. She later heard that this was invented by her imperial brother’s concubine, and she was immediately curious and wanted to meet the person who made preserved fruits. What does it look like.

But after Nanzhi looked at Chu Lingyao's face carefully for a while, he felt a hint of disappointment.

She has fair skin, a pair of fox eyes, red lips and white teeth. She clearly looks like a charming person. How could she be the person who makes preserved fruits?

Could it be that he wanted to attract the attention of the imperial brother and replaced the person who actually made preserved fruits?
Nanzhi said in a arrogant tone, "You must be the concubine of Chu who makes preserved fruit. I am curious and want to see for myself how you make it."

She didn't mean to ask, but sounded commanding.

Chu Lingyao was ashamed. Making preserved fruit was not difficult, but the blood would not taste good when it was cold.

Chu Lingyao had no choice but to say, "I will demonstrate it for the princess right now."

Chu Lingyao chose a simple apple, put it into the oven in a few steps, and walked to Nanzhi's side while waiting.

"Princess, do you want to try this Maoxuewang? But if the princess can't eat spicy food, blame me for being abrupt."

Isn't it spicy?
Nanzhi's arrogance was suddenly ignited, and he asked the serving maid to bring the bowls and chopsticks.

Nanzhi picked up a piece of potato and took a small bite.

The spicy taste that had never been touched before spread in her mouth, reaching straight to Tianling Gai. Nanzhi's complexion suddenly turned red. She suddenly held the palace maid's forearm with one hand. The spicy taste was so spicy that she could not speak. (End of chapter)