Raiders of the Empress: My Empress is Too Small

Chapter 551 Longevity Noodles

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes are complicated and heavy, as if the god of death is coming!
"Your Highness, you are a rich man. If you have work to do, order your servants to come. The kitchen fume is too heavy, so as not to smoke you." The maids in the kitchen wanted to persuade her to leave.

The most important thing was that she was not at ease working with all of them. The eunuchs who looked at the fire were full of trepidation, and the firewood in their hands was shaking.

"I'm going to make longevity noodles!" Mingyou casually messed with the dishes in the kitchen, saw the servant who was lighting the fire, and said, "Why are your hands shaking?"

fear death!Everyone said silently.

"Slave, slave is cold!" After a long while, the eunuch who started the fire finally found a suitable excuse.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was delicate and tense. A dozen or so people in uniform were fiddling with things in their hands, but their eyes were all staring at her nervously, fearing that if she was inattentive, everyone would die together.

Mingyou shook the noodles in the basin, scooped out a big ladle and put it in, stirred it well, then poured the eggs and lard in one go, looked at the batter in the basin and frowned.The chef who was in charge of the spoon said, "Your Highness, there is too much water."

"Oh!" Mingyou started to add noodles again, and then the noodles were dry again, and there was not enough water.

After repeating this, it was only a lump of noodles the size of her fist, but now it is half a bowl.

The imperial chef couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately said, "Your Highness, the servant is here to give you control, just make up with the noodles."

After finally being able to knead the dough, Mingyou found that kneading the dough is a laborious task, there are a lot of dough, but her strength is too weak, so it is difficult to turn over the dough.

"Your Highness, this servant will grab a small piece for you, and the servant will get a big one. You just follow the steps of this servant." The imperial chef felt that if this ancestor was not dismissed, everyone would not be able to eat breakfast this morning.

Looking at the washbasin, which was bigger than the washbasin, Mingyou felt that he had more energy than energy, so he nodded in agreement.

Heaving a sigh of relief calmly, Yu Chu took a small ball of dough and put it in a separate basin for her.When the dough is smooth, cover it with gauze and wake up for a while.

The chef Yu rubbed a little lard on the palm of his hand, pulled out a ball of dough, shook his hands and pulled it apart, getting thinner and thinner, and then arranged it in a circle on the oiled plate.

Mingyou followed suit, but the noodles broke when he shook them in his hand, and they broke again when he shook them again.

The atmosphere became awkward, and the imperial cook could only say, "Your Highness, why don't you use the dough that the slave just kneaded?"

Looking at the mess on the table, Mingyou had a clear understanding of himself, if he didn't rely on others to help, he probably wouldn't be able to eat this side of Feng Qiqi.

The chef carefully took off a small piece of dough, and let Mingyou gently shake it away. Seeing that the distance was almost the same, he immediately said, "Your Highness, put it on the cutting board and pull it slowly with your hands."

He was afraid that Mingyou would break this section with a shake, and would have to do it all over again, so Mingyou had to put it on the chopping board and rub it carefully, section by section.

When he put it into the pot, Mingyou found that his face was crooked, even if it was different in thickness, it was not even.Look at the longevity noodles that Yuchu puts in the pot. Although there is only one piece, it is slender and evenly long.

With his head drooping, he watched Yuchu scoop up his ugly noodles and put them into the chicken soup.

"Your Highness, I will put some green vegetables, shredded carrots, and shredded cucumbers for decoration later." The imperial chef opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Mingyou excitedly went to the small pot to scoop up the vegetables that the court lady put in just now, carefully placed them on the surface of the bowl, and put his shredded carrots and cucumbers on top one by one.

(End of this chapter)