The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

It can make Jiang qianxia, a glutton, feel the urge to captivate people. It can be said that the old man's cooking has been affirmed to some extent.

The old man carefully packed up his desk and nodded after a moment of meditation.

"You are distinguished guests from Daqian and fellow villagers of your mentor. I should entertain you as a host when I am affectionate and reasonable. If you don't mind, I will take care of you while you stay in Fusang."

"May I ask your name, sir?" Boundless and reserved rubbed the corners of his mouth and asked faintly.

"I've been a craftsman who cooked for his Majesty the emperor." Master Zao Yi responded with a smile, smiled with boundless satisfaction, and said to Jiang qianxia, "master, we just lack a guide who knows something about Fusang Kyoto."

"OK! It's a pity that we can't take the master back to Dachan, but please give you our stomach during Fusang."

The delicacy of the summer is the way to get the food that can match Michelin 3-star chef's skills. Can it be a good start?

Comforted by delicious food, the princess set sail again after staying in Nagasaki for three days, winding north along the coastline. Five days later, it successfully arrived in Kyoto in the middle of Fusang Island, a place that imitates Daqian Kyoto from architecture to culture, making the people on the princess very friendly.

The presence of Daqian's most powerful favorite minister and princess is a major event that must be paid attention to in the construction of any country in the world. The ship stopped at the port, and general Toyota, who has mastered the military power of Fusang, personally welcomed all officials with him. The great divine official representing the divine power held a grand reception ceremony for Jiang qianxia and his party.

Although it was a little troublesome, Jiang qianxia was quite satisfied to watch the sacred sacrificial dance of the witches in the most authentic shrine, and to get a pile of talismans and some beautiful small objects sent by the God official.

After attending the welcome ceremony at the port, Jiang qianxia got on the luxury frame used by his Majesty the emperor for his own travel, staggered into Kyoto City and lived directly in the palace where the emperor lived.

When entering the palace, the emperor of the upper palace took the middle palace and the princesses to meet at the gate of the palace. Jiang qianxia was shocked. The middle palace and the princesses painted their faces white. Unexpectedly, the emperor painted their faces so white. She wondered whether she could recognize people after the emperor took off her makeup.

Considering that Jiang qianxia and his party were tired during the trip, they only met in a hurry at the gate of the palace and exchanged greetings. Jiang qianxia was arranged to rest in the palace and attend the formal summoning dinner in the evening.

"I can't. I can't. this job of being an envoy is not suitable for me. When things are over, I have to talk to your majesty. I won't come to this job in the future! I'm so tired!"

As soon as he entered the palace gate, Jiang qianxia took off his shoes without image. He waded directly on the tatami covered with mats, and then hurt his back.

Boundless approached some empty rooms. I was at a loss. I wanted to help Jiang qianxia up, but I really couldn't find a chair and bed to sit or go.

After looking at it for a long time, I only found a cushion and reluctantly padded it for her. Boundless muttered in a trance: "master, is Fusang so simple even in the imperial palace? Why is there no chair and bed..."

At his glance, Jiang qianxia turned over and lay on his stomach, lazily saying, "don't tell me that you also had high foot chairs. I didn't ask you to make them first before selling them. They are all in the north and south of the river?"

"Fusang mainly studies with Daqian. It's across the sea. It's understandable that there is a lag. Since we're here, we'll do as the Romans do. It's also good to sleep tatami at night. I haven't tried yet. But we have to prepare two chairs so that I can't kneel with me."

Boundless rubbed his numb cheek and went out to find a carpenter.

Wading on the cushion and looking at the Zen scenery outside the yard, when Jiang qianxia was sleepy, a palace dress woman came in silently with several short palace maids.

Hearing the news, Jiang qianxia opened his eyes vaguely and almost didn't scream.

"Lie down... Ha ha... What can I do for you, princess?"

The painted white faced princess, with her humble hands folded in front of her knees, dressed in a very dignified way, softly replied, "Your Royal Highness Princess Royal Princess, you need to join your father's welcome to dinner tonight.

"Huiye... Huiye Ji?" Jiang qianxia feels that the name sounds familiar, like a fairy princess in bamboo?

"Ah, do you know the myth of Fusang?" Princess Huiye looked a little happy, but she immediately forced her excitement down, pursed her mouth and smiled, trying to help Jiang qianxia up.

Sorry to get up, Jiang qianxia was still a little confused. "Wait, aren't you the princess of Fusang? How can you serve me in person? Why don't you go first and leave the maid in waiting!"

"Oh, this is not the case. The great is the sovereign state. You are the most honorable Princess of the sovereign state. Serving you is the glory of the father's night."

Proud to raise her head and blinking her eyes at night. "Besides, these ladies do not speak big words. Your highness is sure you can't use them."

I can't speak Mandarin, which is a little embarrassing

The stalemate and Huiye looked at each other for a long time. Jiang qianxia conceded defeat with a long sigh. He followed the little princess with strange makeup to soak in the most traditional and comfortable open-air hot spring in Fusang. Seriously, bathing in the hot spring is the most satisfactory activity since Jiang qianxia came to Fusang Kyoto, because Huiye had to remove her frightening makeup before launching!

I don't know if I wear such thick makeup all year round and bring the effect of sunscreen and isolation. The glow night with makeup removed looks much whiter than ordinary women. It's not very beautiful, but it's beautiful.

Comfortable in the hot spring, Jiang qianxia flirted and raised her chin. Before she said anything, Hui's luminous body had been soft and poured into her arms.

Subconsciously, he hugged the soft and delicate body. Jiang qianxia couldn't help touching two more because of the girl's unique youthful flesh and comfortable and greasy skin.

"Well..."

The nasal sound of temptation came from his arms. Jiang qianxia was shocked. He looked down at Shanghui night's watery eyes, and then looked at the abnormal blush on her face. In Jiang qianxia's brain, Gu Li pulled out his knife

The throat rolled awkwardly. Jiang qianxia let go of Huiye by splashing water. He moved aside with an awkward smile, then held the towel in front of his chest and said to Huiye unswervingly, "although it's difficult to be generous, we really don't like this!"