Ma Wenbing and Tianxiang were making soup wholeheartedly, and Lord He Yiping's eyes were always staring at the people in the Western Regions to see if they had put any medicine in it, but they hadn't found anything so far.

He Yiping, Lord He, is not in a hurry, and there is no need to worry about this, because all dishes will be tested for poison when served.

These people from the Western Regions have already bought off Gonggong Rui and one or two dog thieves, and they eat the guys inside and out, and they really can't tolerate it if they contract foreigners to murder the emperor of their own country! They will definitely suffer the most severe torture from the state.

That night, Lord He Yiping had already told the Praetorian Guard about Tianxiang, and also said the conspiracy of several people in the Western Regions, so the Praetorian Guard naturally investigated every link of the game, especially the person who came to test the food with the silver needle, and must have made other arrangements.

Foolproof, so everything is in the hands of Lord He Yiping, as long as those few people really dare to poison, the fox's tail is exposed, as long as you catch their tails, you can catch them all.

However, a few of them don't seem to have been poisoned yet, so I don't know what the hell they are doing? Could it be that they gave up this assassination? Or did they not dare to do that because they saw that the matter had been exposed? He Yiping muttered in his heart, a little nervous.

If those people hadn't been poisoned, then this matter would have been terrible, mainly because Princess Tianxiang's affairs would not have been done, and I am afraid that it would have made the Janissaries suspicious. Although the Praetorian Guard is an upright person, he is not part of their group, and he will not believe anything without evidence.

Lord He Yiping's worries are not unreasonable, I don't know what those people think, and I don't know if the matter has been exposed? Especially since they have been rescued, will they continue to have the courage to plan their conspiracy? All this is undecided.

Lord He looked at Ma Wenbing and Tianxiang, now their minds were on a bowl of soup, but they thought that things were not so bad, as long as Ma Wenbing won the first place in this competition, there was still a second plan to do, although that plan was very long, but it was the safest plan.

Ma Wenbing was the first person to know how to make that soup, and his intelligence and intelligence were what he saw, so there was still a lot of hope.

Tianxiang's mind seems to be more focused on that dish now, and I don't know why, the first time I gave Ma Wenbing a hand, I had an indescribable feeling of happiness, but I forgot about my own things.

Tianxiang wrapped the crushed Yin peach paste with peony petals, made about ten, smiled with satisfaction, and asked Ma Wenbing what to do next?

Ma Wenbing saw that Tianxiang's face had a little peach mud, stretched out his hand to wipe it off for her, and smiled, "Use the same method to crush the lotus seeds and make them puree." ”

Tianxiang did so, washed the small bowl just now, and began to crush the lotus seeds she had selected.

The reason why Ma Wenbing boiled hot water several times is mainly to find the ratio of boiling water and bitter gourd juice, to achieve the best ratio, so that people have a bitter taste when they drink it, but people's taste buds are acceptable, and this requires him to try many times.

People don't like bitterness, this is common sense, even the noble emperor and ladies must not be able to accept bitter things, but Ma Wenbing still makes a bitter soup, he is sure in his heart, and he wants to tell a truth that bitterness can also be reflected in the dish.

Ma Wenbing wants people to drink his soup, and immediately taste the sweet taste, which is why Ma Wenbing chose Yin Tao, because it is a very sweet fruit, which can definitely meet the demand for sweetness.

Ma Wenbing's pot of water boiled quickly, this time he did not pour the bitter gourd juice of blood in a hurry, but removed the fire, but boiled slowly over a low fire, and at this time the lotus seeds of Tianxiang were also pressed into puree.

Ma Wenbing cut dozens of fresh bamboo shoots vertically and cut them into two equal bamboo shoots, Ma Wenbing pinched a small ball of lotus seed mud with his hands, and then stuffed it into the bamboo shoots, stuffing a ball into each layer.

Ma Wenbing said: "Just do this, stuff a mud ball into each layer, and use some strength, otherwise they will fall." ”

Ma Wenbing said, Tianxiang also did what Ma Wenbing wanted, although she was a girl, but she had never been in the kitchen, so her hands were not as flexible as Ma Wenbing, and the balls she pinched were of different sizes, and some were not a circle, they were square.

Ma Wenbing smiled, knowing that this was already difficult for her, those mud balls of different sizes did not have much effect, they would be deformed when they were boiled in water.

Ma Wenbing quickly filled the mud balls with both halves of bamboo shoots, put them together along the incision, and tied them with thin threads cut from bamboo shoots, two up and down, very firm.

Ma Wenbing and Tianxiang quickly made dozens of bamboo shoots and placed them together.

and the peach paste wrapped in peony petals, all put together, ready to be put together in the pot and adjust it a little.

Tianxiang was very excited, asked when to put it in, and gently told Ma Wenbing that if this soup was made, she would be the first to try it, because this soup has her share of credit, and she is cooking for the first time, and she is a little sorry for her hard work if she doesn't try it.

Ma Wenbing promised her that he must give her a try for the first sip of soup, and said that now is not the time, he said that he should keep the peach and bamboo shoots, lotus seeds and peony petals fresh, and not put them in hot water very early.

Ma Wenbing then began to put some seasonings, but he didn't plan to put the kind of ingredients that were very spicy and had a strong taste, because that would change the taste of the whole soup, and people couldn't tell which four flavors the soup had, so the results of the competition would definitely be dismal.

Oily smoke is a necessary ingredient, and there is no taste of soup without oily smoke, but it should not be too much, because too much of it can also affect the taste of the soup, and it is not the real effect of the soup.

Then Ma Wenbing added star anise, cinnamon, dried shiitake mushrooms, and red dates, which can increase the richness of the soup, stirred for a while, scooped a small spoonful and tasted it, and was quite satisfied.

"How's it going? Taste it for me. Tianxiang on the side said excitedly, she watched every step Ma Wenbing made, and she didn't know that she was so interested, and she couldn't wait to taste it, even if Ma Wenbing hadn't added the main four ingredients.

Ma Wenbing said: "Wait a while, I'll give you a taste when I add that, the current taste is not the last taste." ”

Ma Wenbing was right, but Tianxiang didn't care, she snatched the spoon in Ma Wenbing's hand, scooped a spoonful with a smile, tasted it, it tasted like soup, there was nothing peculiar, "When did you put it?"

, Ma Wenbing shook his head and said: "Put the two last, put the bitter gourd juice first, the best bilie I have found, the bitter gourd juice is bitter, so you have to put it in and dilute it first, so that the whole soup has a slight bitter taste." ”

Ma Wenbing said as he dropped fresh bitter gourd juice into the boiling water, dripping five drops, a ratio that he had tried several times before finding out.

After waiting for five drops of bitter gourd juice to be diluted by boiling water, Ma Wenbing scooped another spoonful and tasted it, there was a slight bitter feeling, this feeling was obvious, but it was not so bad that you couldn't use it, this was the best result that Ma Wenbing wanted.

"How's it taste? Give me a bite and try it. Tianxiang said again, as long as Ma Wenbing takes a sip, she will take a sip.

Ma Wenxuan said: "It's not bad, this soup is bitter, do you really want to taste it? ”

"Isn't it just bitter soup, what's so terrible, if you dare to drink it, I'll dare to drink it. After Tianxiang finished speaking, she took a spoon and scooped a spoonful and drank it, and then her whole throat was bitter, and she regretted her decision very much.

"Are you sure this will work? I guess no one can accept this soup, right?" Tianxiang was very worried, no one could explain the bitter soup, the emperor and the maidens, and the two hateful adults.

Ma Wenbing said: "Don't worry, you quickly bring a bowl that can hold soup, and the soup will be ready immediately." ”

Tianxiang was very happy, since Ma Wenbing was so confident, she didn't need to worry, so she went to get a big bowl, and by the way, she looked at the competition of the other contestants, and they were still boiling, which means that Ma Wenbing was the first to do a good job.

Just when Tianxiang was taking the bowl, Ma Wenbing put the Yin peach mud pills wrapped in peony petals and the lotus seed mud pills hidden in the bamboo shoots into the water, stirred it slightly, and in just five seconds, he poured the pot of soup into the bowl and said okay.

Tianxiang was about to scoop a spoonful to taste, but was stopped by Ma Wenbing, explaining: "It needs to be cold, this soup needs to be cold to appreciate the essence inside, you can think of a nice name for the soup at this time, in case they smell it, we can also answer." ”

Tianxiang pondered for a moment, she couldn't think of any nice names, and asked He Yiping if Lord He could come up with a nice name, but he shook his head and couldn't think of any name, because he didn't know what the meaning of the soup created by Ma Wenbing was.

Tianxiang shook her head and said, "It's better for you to come up with a name yourself, we don't know what you mean by this soup." ”

Ma Wenbing pondered for a while and felt that he had to think of a poetic name, so he remembered the "Guan Ju" in the Book of Poetry, why not take a Guan Ju soup?

Ma Wenbing smiled, I think about it, it's called Guan Ju Soup, or Good Soup, what do you think?

Tianxiang and He Yiping, Lord He didn't know what it meant? They didn't know what the poem "Guan Ju" was.

Tenka asked what such a strange name meant, and if she didn't explain it carefully, she wouldn't know that there was a beautiful poem hidden inside.

Ma Wenbing smiled and said, "There is a poem here, do you want me to read it to you?" Anyway, this soup needs time to be cold, and we are still early. ”

Tianxiang said: "Then tell me quickly, what do we want to hear?"

Ma Wenbing read out the poem of "Guan Ju": "Guan Guan Ju Dove is in the river island." My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums.

Tianxiang listened to Ma Wenbing's poem, although she didn't know what it meant, but she always felt very good, and was surprised that Ma Wenbing not only had superb cooking skills, but also composed poems, which was very remarkable and very happy for him.

Hearing Ma Wenbing's poem, Lord He Yiping He could understand the meaning after thinking about it, and exclaimed: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, such a good poem, Ma Wenbing, who wrote it? Tell me quickly, where is he now?"

He Yiping, Lord He, can't wait to visit the person who wrote the poem now, but he doesn't know the person who can write such a great poem.

Hearing Lord He Yipinghe's words, Tianxiang muttered, "What's the matter? Didn't you write this poem?"

Ma Wenbing smiled: "I don't have that kind of talent, this poem is an old man in the mountains, unfortunately, he has been dead for a long time." ”

Ma Wenbing didn't say the facts, because it was Anonymous who wrote this poem, and he was sorry for that Anonymous, so it was easy to explain to them.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, such a great poet has passed away, and he is indeed an unknown man, by the way, did he leave any other poems? Lord He sighed uncontrollably.

Tianxiang said: "You really didn't write it, I thought you wrote it, Bai was happy, and he said it so awesomely." ”

Master He Yiping said: "Although it was not written by Ma Wenbing, as long as this poem is presented, I believe that it will definitely add a lot of points to this soup." ”

Tianxiang asked suspiciously, "Lord He, are you sure this poem can add points?"

Lord He Yiping He nodded and said, "Don't forget, our emperor is an emperor who loves poetry and literature, and if he listens to such good poems, he will definitely appreciate them, then it will be very powerful." ”

Just as everyone was talking, a bowl of soup also came down, Ma Wenbing took a bowl and scooped a lot out, scooped it out with a spoon, and tasted it, it was the same as he imagined, first bitter and then sweet, as well as the fragrance of flowers and the green taste of bamboo shoots.

Tianxiang and He Yiping He also tasted it, it was indeed a magical soup, and they were both very confident in this bowl of soup and in Ma Wenbing.

Ma Wenbing beckoned a eunuch to come over, saying that he had finished the game, and he was the first person to finish it, and the eunuch ran to Gonggong Rui and said something, and Gonggong Rui informed the emperor again.

The little eunuch ran down and said to Ma Wenbing, "You can go up with your work." ”

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