Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1770
"Sure... definitely I want to eat... no, it's the child who wants to eat!"

"Qianqian is obedient, you have had a hard pregnancy this time, if your diet is not refined, wouldn't it be even more uncomfortable? Be obedient."

Xuanyuanche had already talked about this, and it seemed that he didn't intend to let Feng Qian eat it happily.

It's all my own fault, why did you suddenly use morning sickness to divert his attention!This time it's fine, I won't be able to eat anything delicious.

Seeing that the lunch was served with clear soup and fresh water, even with little salt, Feng Qian didn't want to move her chopsticks after only two mouthfuls.

"Qianqian doesn't want to eat?"

"Well, I'm full."

She put down her chopsticks and was about to go out for a walk, but as soon as she came out, she went straight to the back kitchen.

living comfortably without anybody's help!

But Feng Qian rummaged through the back kitchen for a long time but couldn't find any ingredients.

"Are the people in the back kitchen so frugal in their cooking? They don't even leave me any leftovers!"

The rest of the ingredients were nothing but a cold and hard overnight meal.

"Feng Qian, Feng Qian, I think when you first arrived in Beiyan, you were thrown into the cold palace, and you could still eat a bowl of hot noodles, but now you are the president of the Spirit Chef Guild who is more than ten thousand people, how come you are so confused?" Is it not as good as before?"

Feng Qian sat down next to the stove, fortunately the cooks didn't take away the firewood, otherwise she didn't even have firewood.

When she was thinking about what to do with the plate of cold white rice, she suddenly smelled a salty smell, followed the smell, and saw a porcelain jar that had been sealed all along in the corner of the kitchen.

Feng Qian walked over, gently lifted the lid, and a fragrant smell immediately came out from inside.

"It's done!"

She covered her mouth subconsciously, for fear of being caught by others, she happily took out a small bowl to fill out the eight-treasure dish, while humming a tune in a low voice, completely oblivious to the person standing behind.

"My old lady is a majestic chef, she thinks this can stump me..."

"Xiao Fenger, what are you doing?"

Sikong Shengjie didn't understand what Feng Qian was going to do with this sneaky pickle container, and when he first asked, he almost scared the bowl out of Feng Qian's hand.

"Why are you standing behind me without saying a word?!"

Feng Qian carefully held her bowl and questioned Sikong Shengjie angrily.

"I've been standing here for quite a while. Seeing that you're busy, you didn't make a sound." Sikong Shengjie glanced at the bowl in Feng Qian's hand, and asked again, "Didn't you just finish lunch? Are you not full?"

"Of course I'm not full, it's just soupy, not tasteless..."

"Xiao Feng'er feels that the food is not to my liking."

"Well, I'd like to do it myself, but Archer won't agree..."

"You are inconvenient now, and you really shouldn't do it yourself anymore."

"But the ones made in the kitchen are not delicious!" Feng Qian put down the bowl, pretending to be pitiful, "Ah Sheng, will you hide the truth from Archer for me?"

Sikong Shengjie couldn't stand Feng Qian like this, he quickly turned his head away, and promised: "Okay, okay, then I'll help you watch the wind outside, you should be quiet."

"it is good!"

But Xuanyuanche saw Feng Qian going out to breathe, and he couldn't wait, so he got up and went to look for it.

When passing the kitchen along the stone path of the house, he saw Sikong Shengjie standing at the door with arms folded, as if he was waiting for something.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

"It's nothing, I... wander around."

"Walking around?" Xuanyuanche glanced at Sikong Shengjie who was not moving at all, "You don't seem to be walking around."

As soon as I said this, I suddenly heard a noise coming from the kitchen, Xuanyuanche said, "What's the movement?"

Sikong Shengjie hurriedly stopped him, and interrupted: "Senior brother, I just thought of something to tell you."

"You said."

"It's about Zhi'an, I think your guess is reasonable..."

Speaking of this, there was another movement in the kitchen, and Xuanyuanche stretched his head to look in.

"What's in there?"

"Mouse! It must be a mouse!"

"Really?" Xuanyuan Che was about to take two more steps in, but was stopped by Sikong Shengjie, "Brother, leave the kitchen alone, let's talk about the security, it's really not that simple."

Xuanyuanche immediately understood what kind of plan his junior was planning, and he agreed on the surface: "Okay, then let's go to the front hall."

Just as Sikong Shengjie took two steps, Xuanyuanche turned around and pushed open the kitchen door.

"Brother, you..."

Seeing Feng Qian who was holding a bowl of fried rice and preparing to put it in his mouth, Xuanyuanche sighed helplessly and stretched out his hand.

"Hand it in!"

lobby.

Xuanyuanche was sitting on a chair, and on the table next to him was fried rice with fried rice with eight treasures, which was still steaming hot. Sikong Shengjie and Fengqian both stood with their heads down.

"Junior brother, Qianqian is not suitable for eating strong-flavored dishes now, why do you let her cook by herself?"

"Shouldn't Xiao Feng'er decide what to eat? I think it doesn't matter whether the taste is heavy or light, the most important thing is the taste."

Feng Qian secretly said in her heart: "As expected of King Nanyan, what you say is true!"

"No, let her decide on her own, the previous morning sickness may become more and more serious."

"Archer, it was an accident for me, and it won't happen again in the future."

"Qianqian, I'm not blaming you, it's about your body, I have to be careful."

"Then I just want to eat that..."

It was just stir-fried, and Archer caught it before taking a bite.

Xuanyuanche took a look at the plate of fried rice, it was indeed delicious, and he couldn't help swallowing while watching it.

Grasping this point, Feng Qian hurriedly said, "Archer, let's taste some together! This is the eight-treasure dish in sauce that we went to the market to buy together a few days ago."

"Did it work?"

"Of course! I, Feng Qian, cook, so I never fail."

Feng Qian said that she was about to serve the bowl when she came forward, but was stopped by Xuanyuan Che.

"It's not an example."

"Know it!"

She divided the plate of fried rice into three small bowls, took a small bite and put it in her mouth.

Sauce eight-treasure dish itself is relatively salty, and it will definitely not taste good if eaten alone, but if it is added to stir-fried vegetables or fried rice, the taste will be completely different.

The overnight rice was fried by Feng Qian until the grains were distinct, and each grain was wrapped with the sauce on the eight-treasure dish. The taste is full and rich in every bite.

It was the first time for Fengqian to eat such a distinctive fried rice with pickled vegetables. She ate it and said: "The eight-treasure dish in sauce can be used to make fried rice. I don't know if it tastes so amazing when used to make stir-fried vegetables."

"It's not easy." Sikong Shengjie's bowl was already empty, "You'll know if you try it tonight."

"Hey, good!"

The two of them were talking, when they suddenly met Xuanyuanche's cold eyes, Feng Qian hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Why don't you try it at night, I'm not feeling well right now, I need to rest more, why don't you push me to cook? ?”

Sikong Shengjie looked innocent, "No, I..."

"What are you, you are fined to clean the bowl after eating this bowl of rice."

"Little Feng'er, how can you turn your face faster than you can turn a book?"

Feng Qian quietly glanced at Xuanyuanche, fortunately, his face was not as smelly as before.

(End of this chapter)