The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 383 Grab a man's heart first
In her old man's eyes, this is a golden and jade couple, but Tang Nineteen stepped in and ruined the beautiful marriage.

In fact, the person who ruined this beautiful marriage was her old man's son, His Majesty the current emperor, but Tang Nineteen could only bear the blame in the end. One that the Queen Mother is waiting to see.

Qu Tiange felt sorry for her: "Grandma Huang doesn't like you, but this king does."

"I can't say for sure. I can't guarantee that as soon as we leave, she will be fascinated by my milk tea, and then she will be fascinated by me."

"Hehe, you think it's beautiful. Grandma Huang is famous for her tricky mouth. She rarely catches the eye with the delicacies made in the imperial dining room. The king has never heard of the food that can make her fall in love with it." .”

"It's always okay to think about it. Didn't the emperor still praise my milk tea?"

"Who did you learn from?"

"You can learn by yourself without a teacher, and you can learn by yourself." She looked terrified.

He smiled and pulled her into his arms: "Then milk tea, go back and make it for me to drink."

The tip of his nose gently rubbed against her cheek. In fact, she has gradually gotten used to this kind of intimacy.

Still a little shy, she avoided the tip of his nose.

"It's very simple, no problem."

"How many novel cooking skills do you still have, the colorful dumplings for the Chinese New Year, today's milk tea, what else?" Holding her hand in one hand, he played with her slender fingers.

"What's so novel about milk tea? If I eat this piece, I have so many novel abilities that you haven't seen before."

"Then I would like to ask my concubine, this king may have the honor to try your novel handicraft."

"When?"

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, and it's better to be today."

She responded straightforwardly: "Okay, I'll let you see what Tang Nineteen is, a master chef."

Does she know how to write the word modest?
Probably, I don’t know.

Such self-confidence is soaring, it seems that there are two brushes, he waits.

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Prince Qin's Mansion, the kitchen.

The idea is beautiful, the reality is skinny.

First of all, Tang Nineteen had a bunch of recipes in his mind, such as pizza, hamburgers, cakes, fruit pancakes, baked rice, and milk froth, all of which he couldn't make.

There is no material, lack of tools, and most importantly, even though she has inherited her predecessor's superb cooking skills, her predecessor has never eaten them, and she just ate them and never cooked them.

Well, let's keep it simple, a little pretense will do.

But simple, what else is there that was not available in ancient times?
Stir-fry, pull it down, it is the most uncharacteristic.

Not to mention stewed meat.

After thinking about it, my mind was blank, holding a shovel, unable to start.

So fucking embarrassing.

Bi Tao was helping by the side, seeing her motionless, she couldn't help urging: "Miss, why don't you do it? The prince is still waiting to eat."

"Bitao, there are only two kinds of food in my mind, one is not fresh after eating, and the other is not novel, how do I do it?"

"Then just do what you know how to do. Why do you want novelty? Isn't it enough to fill your stomach?"

"What do you know? You think your prince is just waiting to eat. I'll brag to him and make something he's never eaten before."

"This, I'm afraid it's not easy, the prince has never eaten any delicacies from mountains and seas."

"No."

"Otherwise, you can make one casually, the prince won't mind, you see it's already noon, usually at this time, you have already taken a nap."

"No, do you know Zhang Ailing?" Tang Nineteen slapped himself on the forehead as soon as he finished speaking, "Oh, miss, I was so focused on thinking about burgers, fries, and Coke that I forgot that this was in ancient times."

(End of this chapter)