My Queen Is Too Young

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes are complex and heavy, just like death comes!

"Your Highness, you have a job to tell the servants to come. The kitchen fumes are too heavy to smoke you The maids in the kitchen tried to persuade her out.

The most important thing is that she did not work steadfastly in all of them. The eunuch who made the fire had a look in his eyes, and the firewood in his hand was shaking.

"I'm going to make longevity noodles!" Mingyou casually pounded the dishes in the kitchen. Seeing the servant who was burning the fire, he said, "what do you shake your hand?"

Fear of death! They said in silence.

"Slave, slave cold!" Shriveled for a long time, the eunuch who burned the fire finally found a suitable excuse.

The atmosphere in the kitchen is delicate and tense. A dozen people are fiddling with things in their hands, but their eyes are all staring at her nervously, for fear that if she does not pay attention, everyone will die together.

Mingyou shakes the noodles in the basin, scoops out a large ladle to sleep in, stirs and stirs them together, then pours eggs and lard into it, and looks at the noodles in the basin. "Your Highness, there is more water."

"Oh Mingyou starts to add noodles again, and then the noodles are dry, and the water is not enough.

So repeatedly, it was just a lump of noodles as big as her fist, but now there are half pots.

The imperial chef couldn't see it, and immediately said, "Your Highness, I'll give you the quantity. You can make noodles."

It's not easy to knead the dough. Mingyou finds that kneading is a work of strength. Most of the dough is made. Her strength is too small and it is difficult to turn it.

"Your Highness, I'll give you a small piece and a large one. Just follow the steps of the slave." The imperial chef felt that if he didn't kill the ancestor, we would not be able to eat breakfast this morning.

Looking at the basin bigger than the washbasin, Mingyou feels that his heart is more than enough, and he has to nod his head and agree.

Quietly relieved, the Royal chef pulled the dough into a small ball and put it in a basin for her alone. When the dough is smooth, cover it with gauze and wake up for a while.

The Royal chef put a little lard on his palm, pulled out a ball of noodles, shook his hands and pulled them apart, getting thinner and thinner, and then put them in a circle on the greased plate.

Mingyou has a kind of learning, but the noodles in the hand a shake to break, again shake again break.

When the atmosphere was embarrassed, the imperial chef only said, "Your Highness, would you like to use the flour that the servant just kneaded?"

Looking at the mess of the table, Mingyou has a very clear understanding of himself. If you don't rely on other people's help, you can't eat this noodles.

Royal chef carefully pulled down a small piece of dough, let Mingyou gently shake open, looking at the distance is almost, immediately said, "Your Highness, you put on the chopping board, with your hand slowly a small section of pulling."

He is afraid that Mingyou will shake this section and break it again. Mingyou has to put it on the chopping board and rub it carefully, section by section.

When you put it into the pot, Mingyou finds that his face is crooked, even if the thickness is not the same, it is not even. Look at the longevity noodles put in the pot by the imperial chef. Although there is only one, it is slender and even.

Drooping his head, watching the imperial chef scoop up his ugly noodles and put them into the chicken soup.

"Your Highness, I'll put some vegetables, shredded carrots and shredded cucumbers to decorate them." The chef is lying with his eyes open.

Mingyou and excitedly go to the small pot to pick up the vegetables that the maid of the palace has just put in, and put them on the surface of the bowl carefully, and put the shredded carrots and cucumber strips one by one.