Young man, please stay

Chapter 247 Son-in-law
Princess Qingli's mansion, in the kitchen.

It's early summer, and whenever it's meal time, especially at noon, the lively atmosphere here is comparable to that of a blacksmith's shop.

But okay, it’s just the atmosphere.

Thanks to the good ventilation in the large open kitchen and bright stove, the kitchen of the princess's house is actually much cooler than the small earth stove of ordinary people's homes. In fact, the only one who can be really busy and sweaty is the chef.

There are three chefs in the princess's family, which is relatively rare among the princes and nobles. One is good at making hot dishes, one is good at making cold dishes, and the other is a specialized pastry chef, and they are also relatively rare female chefs.

There were dozens of people inside and outside the princess's mansion. Originally, when it was time for dinner, the three chefs would all be busy together.

But these days are different.

Because there was a man who, on the order of the princess, took over the cooking duties of the three cooks.

This person is the new male servant named Qin Lang in the mansion.

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"Yanzi, have you cut the pickled radish?"

"Okay, okay~Brother Xiao Qin, here you go~"

"Don't give it to me, give it to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang will check if there is any old skin or thick tendons, pick some and put them in the basin."

……

Today is Qin Lang's fifth day in charge of the kitchen plan. In the kitchen, besides Qin Lang, there are several little girls and aunts around who are helpers in the kitchen.

There may seem to be a lot of helpers, but in fact the areas where they can help are relatively limited.

Except for cutting and matching, Qin Lang is responsible for everything else, so in order to make it as easy as possible, Qin Lang chooses to cook some stewed or braised dishes for lunch recently, so that the big pot can cook for dozens of people at a time. You don’t need to use a large spoon, just keep an eye on the firewood.

For example, today’s lunch is stewed duck with sour radish.

The capital is the capital. It is a big place and there is no shortage of chickens, ducks and fish. The princes and ministers consume hundreds of chickens and ducks every day.

Today, the princess's mansion prepared twenty. Qin Lang stewed a large pot of pickled radish in the mansion. After stewing, he moved a small wooden stool and sat in front of the stove. While watching the fire crackling, he peeled off the The servant's hat on his head fanned the sweat on his face.

"Brother Xiao Qin, drink water."

"Okay, thank you Xiaocui."

A cute little maid with a round face skillfully brought Qin Lang water. Qin Lang took it and grinned politely:
"Xiao Cui is really good at caring for people. When she grows up, she will be blessed by someone who marries her."

"Brother Xiao Qin, what are you talking about... I'm still young..."

"Hey, where is it?"

Qin Lang drank water from a chipped porcelain bowl and looked at the developing girl happily:
"It's not small anymore, it's not small anymore."

Although Qin Lang's eyes were innocent and kind, they still made the little maid blush with embarrassment and her eyes twitched.

There is no way, the cardamom girl at this age always likes to think wildly.

And Xiaocui is not the only one who has random thoughts. After all, most of the little girls in the princess's house are in the period of puberty. It is human nature. Many literate maids even secretly spread a kind of medicine from Ningxiang Pavilion. The monthly booklet, called "Zhu Yan", has been published for two or three issues, but even though the first issue has been torn, the girls are still not tired of reading the stories in it.

These girls, after looking at [Chang Legong]'s wonderful writings during the day, can't sleep at night. They often "woke up with lovesickness, but were full of love and joy." The next day, no matter what happened, they would think about the relationship with someone last night. The lingering love of a "Dream Man".

And in such an environment, who would have thought that a male servant would come to the house!

There is a saying that women at thirty are like wolves, at forty they are like tigers, and at sixteen they are like wolves and tigers.

The arrival of the servant Qin Lang was somewhat like a sheep in a wolf's den among the servants in the mansion.

No, it was only five days. Qin Lang had been working in the kitchen on the order of the princess. Every one of the few girls he met, almost all of them had a certain liking for this handsome "Little Brother Qin". means.

It's a pity that I am interested, but Lang is ruthless.

There are indeed lovely people with good looks among the little maids in the mansion, such as Su Yinping's personal maid Tao'er, but Qin Lang's status as a servant is temporary after all, and his essence is always [Young Hero Qin Lang] , is not a character who shows mercy at all times.

Even now, sitting in front of the stove and chatting with the little girls and aunties around him, it was just pure nonsense. Qin Lang had no intention of teasing anyone.

It is not Qin Lang's character to fall in love with someone he meets.

The few women around him now are just the right people he met at the right time.

……

"Xiao Qin, what was the story you told last time..." "Sister-in-law."

"Oh, yes, let me continue telling you the story about my adopted son-in-law. I quite like hearing it."

"Okay, if Aunt Wang likes to hear me talk more."

……

The duck was stewed in the pot, and Qin Lang was idle, so he gave full play to his story-telling skills as "Chang Le Gong" and told a short story that he dug out from the depths of his memory in his spare time.

A group of people gathered around Qin Lang, listening with great interest. It was obvious that Qin Lang already had the ability to talk things over in the kitchen.

……

"...So, Miss Su discovered that her husband seemed to be unusual, and a major event that happened next in the Su family confirmed this... He had foreseen the aftermath and waited for the next one. "

After talking like this for a while, Qin Lang broke off at a key point, which immediately aroused laughter and complaints.

But it is still important to get down to business. In several large pots, the soup is sour and appetizing, the duck meat is rich and fragrant, and the radish is soft and delicious. The old duck with sour radish for dozens of people has been slowly stewed over firewood and has reached the right temperature. The caller took the food to the dining hall for distribution, while leaving two aunts behind, they started to pick up a small iron pot and began to prepare a more exquisite meal for one person, which was to open a small stove for Princess Su Yinping.

"Aunt Wang, has Tao'er ordered anything to eat today?"

"Nope."

"Not again..."

Qin Lang frowned. If Tao'er didn't come to deliver the message, then Su Yinping meant "whatever".

As we all know, [anything] is the most difficult dish in the world.

Qin Lang has made five "casual" portions for the princess to eat for five consecutive days. From Tao'er, he found out that the princess was quite satisfied with the food. But as day after day, Qin Lang kept saying "casual" things like this. Lang also became more and more confused about what to do.

or…

Or continue with that?

Ok…

Okay, let's do that...

"Aunt Wang, cut the pickled vegetables and meat, and I'll fry the meat slices."

"Oh okay, how big should I cut it?"

"It's palatable, suitable for the Princess's mouth."

"Ah this..."

In fact, Aunt Wang was originally a matchmaker, so she asked these two unnecessary questions, but Qin Lang was confused:
"I don't know how big the princess' mouth is."

"Just... let me think about it..."

Regarding the issue of how big the princess's mouth is, no one in the world knows better than Qin Lang.

So Qin Lang closed his eyes and reminisced... Bah... After recalling it, he ordered:
"It's just small, about the size of a copper coin."

"it is good."

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After all, the princess here decided to have fried pork slices with pickled vegetables for lunch, but in the palace far away, a certain empress didn't have to bother with her meal.

But the problem is that the empress doesn't mind the trouble, but her personal maid Xing'er can't help but worry:
"Your Majesty, it's been several days. Are you eating this again for lunch?"

"I...I just like this one lately, I can't eat anything else."

"this…"

"What? It's not for you to eat, just order it to go down. There are not many emperors in history like me who are not afraid of poisoning. I am not allowed to enjoy the good food..."

"Yes."

There was no other way. Xing'er didn't know what was going on with the Lord these days. She was always worried, so she had no choice but to follow her wishes and go to the imperial dining room to give an order:

"His Majesty said that today we will have pickles and tofu rolled in. When it's done, we'll even send it to you in a small golden pot."

(End of this chapter)