Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

After kneading for who knows how long, sweat had already begun to bead on Fang Zheng's forehead.

Cooking really was a skill; use it or lose it. It had been so long since he'd cooked, his skills were incredibly rusty.

Before he transmigrated, when he was a corporate slave, he would sometimes learn to cook from Douyin in his rented apartment when he had nothing to do.

After transmigrating, many of the county's dishes were developed from the little bit of culinary skill he possessed.

However, after becoming wealthy, he stopped cooking so much, mostly leaving it to Xiao Tao.

Now, he had the feeling of 'only in times of crisis does one realize the difficulty'.

Good cooking skills are useful everywhere! He would have to pick up this skill again in the future.

Time passed again.

The dough was kneaded and, without yeast, he added old dough and left it to rise.

Only now could he rest for a while.

Sitting on a small stool on the ground, Fang Zheng quietly munched on a cucumber.

Seeing his unceremonious appearance, the head of the Imperial Kitchen approached with a towel, eagerly saying, "Lord Fang, you have flour on your face, let me wipe it off for you."

"Oh? Is there much?"

"Not much!"

"Is it obvious?"

"Not too obvious!"

"Then I won't wipe it off!"

The head put down the towel, squatted next to Fang Zheng with a flattering smile, and cautiously asked, "Lord Fang, may I ask what you are making?"

"Little bread."

The head bowed and stood up, scanning the imperial chefs in the room with his eyes.

Upon eye contact, all the imperial chefs shook their heads.

What was little bread? None of them had ever heard of it, and the ingredients were quite particular.

It had both milk and honey, so the taste probably wouldn't be bad!

Fang Zheng raised his eyes, looked at the group of people with curiosity in their eyes, and smiled, "Don't worry! I'm making a lot this time. After I bake it, you can all try my handiwork!"

Hearing this, the head's face lit up with joy.

He really didn't have any airs! Unlike ordinary high-ranking officials, who would avoid you if they accidentally ran into you in the palace.

"Thank you, Lord Fang! But... is this appropriate?"

"It's appropriate! If I say it's appropriate, then it's appropriate! Just eat!"

.....

The dough had already risen. Fang Zheng kneaded the dough to release the air and then divided it into small, thumb-sized portions.

At this time, many of the imperial chefs became much bolder, and many took the initiative to help.

While assisting, everyone understood.

This thing was a bit like steamed buns, but it seemed to be baked, not steamed.

Buns actually had this strange way of being made; the imperial chefs felt it was quite novel.

After placing the small dough balls one by one, brushing the surface with egg yolk, and finally placing them in an oiled copper pot, putting them into the oven was considered the final stage.

Because he hadn't cooked for a long time and was too rusty, Fang Zheng was afraid of making mistakes.

So, he kneaded a lot more dough and made a lot more portions.

Everyone in the room was eagerly waiting for the bread to come out of the oven. When that familiar aroma appeared, Fang Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was finally over; it wasted enough time.

At this moment, some people in the Imperial Kitchen were sniffing with surprise.

The sweet aroma in the air was indeed very tempting! Such a good taste never smelled before! And it came from the hands of a high-ranking official!

"Come, take the bread out!" Fang Zheng called out.

Two imperial chefs quickly took out the copper pot from the oven. Taking it out, they saw golden bread filling it, slowly emitting white steam.

Perhaps due to uneven heat in the oven, there were still two pots that failed to bake, with quite a few burnt.

But as long as there was success, it was fine!

Fang Zheng reached out and beckoned to everyone: "Come, try this little bread. How is it?"

The imperial chefs swarmed over, hesitatingly looking at the bread in the pot, not daring to take it.

"Take it as you please! Leave me a good pot!"

Since Fang Zheng was so generous, the imperial chefs no longer hesitated, and each went forward and took a piece.

The head was the fastest, grabbing a piece that looked good.

However, the residual heat was still there, and the bread was still very hot, so he had to keep tossing the bread between his left and right hands.

After it cooled down slightly, he carefully put it into his mouth.

Fang Zheng looked at him, slightly nervously asking, "How is it? Do you think it tastes good?"

The head took two more bites, looking at Fang Zheng and nodding repeatedly.

"Sweet! So fluffy!"

Fang Zheng turned his head and asked the others again.

"What about you! Does it taste good?"

"Delicious!" Everyone shouted in unison, their faces full of joy.

"There's a honey aroma, an egg aroma, much better than steamed buns!"

"Milky and fragrant, and it can even be pulled into threads...."

Who would have thought! This Lord Fang was really amazing!

He could be a high-ranking official and also cook so well! A genius! A genius!

At this moment, Master Fang, who had been busy for two hours, finally revealed a satisfied smile!

"Good, good, good! Thank you all for your help. Help me find a food box to pack this good-looking bread in, and also get some cold dishes."

"Oh! And this burnt one... also help me pack it, put it on the bottom layer! The rest, everyone can share and eat."

The head responded and quickly ordered someone to prepare a food box, then walked to Fang Zheng, his face full of smiles, "Lord Fang, I have a presumptuous request... This little bread, can we make it in the future?"

The head was actually a little uneasy in his heart.

In the chef industry, everyone has to have some unique skills in their hands, which is the basis for survival, even in the palace.

Usually, people wouldn't ask, and wouldn't dare to ask.

One is afraid of breaking the rules, and the other is too impolite.

But Fang Zheng's identity was special. The head guessed that a high-ranking official like him might not care about the rules of a small chef. On the other hand, he also saw that his attitude was kind, so he plucked up the courage to ask.

Learning to make bread would also make the superiors happy, and the Imperial Kitchen would definitely be rewarded in the future!

Moreover, many people would definitely love to eat this thing. If the princess ate it and liked it, Lord Fang couldn't possibly come and bake bread himself every time!

Fang Zheng casually waved his hand and said, "Make it as you please, you can all make it! If you haven't learned it, I can write it down for you, it doesn't matter."

At this moment, all the imperial chefs in the Imperial Kitchen were stunned.

A good person! A great good person!!!

This was... a unique skill that could make a fortune! Going out of the palace to do business in the future would make a killing!

They didn't expect Fang Zheng to easily hand it over to them... it was really touching.

"Thank you, Lord Fang!" A group of people shouted in unison.

The shock made Fang Zheng tremble all over, and he disgustedly picked at his ears.

Damn it, shouting so loudly! My eardrums were almost shattered!

"Alright! No need to be polite, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, Fang Zheng picked up the food box and strode away!

It was already dark now, I hope my precious little princess hasn't gone to sleep!

Asleep? It seems like it's not bad if she's asleep.... But now there's a curfew, I have to be careful....

Just as he was about to leave the Imperial Kitchen, the head hurriedly grabbed Fang Zheng.

With a moved face, he said, "Lord Fang... in the future, when you come to the Imperial Kitchen, just say what you want to eat!"

Fang Zheng pulled away his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The feed you make in the Imperial Kitchen is like the newspaper office cafeteria, and you still want me to eat it? Get as far away from me as possible!

"I know! Everyone, disperse, disperse, no need to see me off! I'm leaving!"

"Farewell, Lord Fang!" The imperial chefs crowded at the door, watching Fang Zheng's hurried figure leave.

Fang Zheng was carrying the food box and hurried to Mingluan Hall, his heart pounding nervously.

"Hehehe... Little princess, I'm here!"

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