The stunning cold emperor is cute

Chapter 162 Cooking and Soup
The old father-in-law Fu was dragged into the courtyard of Yuhua Pavilion by Yunshu.

Looking at the harmonious backs of the two of them who were ancestral kind and grandson filial piety, Zi Yanhui clenched his fists vigorously.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice condensed from internal force entered his ears, "Please also go down and explain to the emperor about your visit to Yuhua Pavilion, so that this old servant will not say more." The girl's face.

Because if he reports back, he must tell the truth, and he doesn't know what the result will be.

Yun Shu seriously studied the recipe for a while.

But when she finally made it, it was not her favorite delicious snack, but a soup that nourished qi and nourished blood.

The old father-in-law happily helped her control the heat.

Yun Shu is in another world, living alone, and good health is very important.Because you are sick living alone, no one will know, let alone take care of you.You can only take care of yourself and take care of your body.

Yun Shu is exhausted from going to work every day, so naturally she doesn't have that much thought to make laborious and delicate food for herself, but there will always be a pot of soup on her stove.

Soup, the warmest.

Old Fu Fu didn't say anything, and Yun Shu couldn't remember that Emperor Ming Yan didn't like meat.

As a result, a pot of delicious crucian carp and angelica soup is out of the pot.

It is also paired with two sesame cakes cut into bite-sized pieces and a refreshing cold dish mixed with assorted ingredients.

The white soup is slightly embellished with green leaves, the baked brown cakes are charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and colorful and fragrant vegetables.In terms of appearance alone, it is very good.

After tasting the food one by one, Mr. Fu hurriedly nodded his praises, and then took out the red sandalwood food box carved with dragon and phoenix that he had prepared earlier.Fill the soup and pie dishes.

"Shu'er will bake a few more cakes and eat them together when Uncle Fu comes back."

Yun Shu's little face was covered with flour, she looked playful and confused, and upon hearing what Old Fu Fu said, she responded, "Okay. But he probably won't eat it. The rough craftsmanship of my street stall can't compare to that of the imperial chef. "

"Who said that? Maybe the emperor likes Shu'er's craftsmanship."

"You always comfort me."

After the old father-in-law Fu left, Yun Shu stroked the rolling pin in her hand and looked in the direction of the front hall, probably to express her apology.Just as he said it had nothing to do with her, he was the one who wanted to feed Kunai, and that was only after she questioned him.Originally, he was going to use the flute to drive away the suffering.

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The old father-in-law Fu carried the food box all the way to the Wenhua Palace where Emperor Ming Yan was located, the palace where emergency affairs were handled.

"... Send another two hundred imperial guards to escort the empress dowager back first."

"Yes, the humble position obeys the order." Zheng Yan took the order.

"Go down." Emperor Ming Yan said in a tired voice.

When Zheng Yan came out of the Wenhua Hall, he ran into the old Fu Fu who was about to go in.

Clasping fists and marching salute: "I have seen Mr. Fu."

"Vice Commander, you are being polite, I'll do your work first." The old man Fu returned a half salute.

"Yes." Zheng Yan left in a hurry.

After entering the hall, old man Fu knelt down and said, "This old servant kowtows to my emperor, long live long live."

"Get up." Emperor Ming Yan raised his hand.

Zhang Youde stepped forward quietly to take the food box.

Old Fu Fu placed the food box in his hand, rejected him, and even gestured with his eyes outward.

Zhang Youde was startled, and turned to look at Emperor Ming Yan.

Emperor Ming Yan tapped the table with his slender fingers.

Only then did Zhang Youde lead the people out of the hall, even the Shadow Guard who was hidden in the dark also left the hall.

After everyone left, Emperor Ming Yan leaned back and sat lazily on the dragon chair. The tired and anxious face just now disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.

(End of this chapter)