is worthy of being a prince, but he lost his mind for a moment, and immediately reacted and said to me: "It is now the thirty-first year of Jing, and you are in the back garden of the Six Princes' Mansion in Chang'an, the national capital." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoI'm Liuwang Yixun. Do you remember something, girl? ”

In the thirty-first year of Jing, I tried my best to go over the poor historical knowledge that I had in my head. It's okay, I'm still familiar with the scenery. Mainly because I am very envious of the dynasty where fat is beautiful, and I often lust if I am born in that dynasty, the size is also a beauty, and I will not be so despised as in the modern era where the beauty of the bone is the beauty! My mother, isn't my dream come true? Many, many shiny stars suddenly appeared in my mind, and all the colorful stars made up several sparkling typing "I am a beauty!! "It's time for my stinky salted fish to turn over? I fork, I fork, I fork fork! This girl suddenly burst into tears, no, it should be tears! The beautiful Sixth Prince looked at me with a handful of snot and tears and cried sadly, and thought that I remembered something sad, so he took out a beautifully embroidered handkerchief from his arms and handed it to me, and softly persuaded me not to be sad, and to tell him anything embarrassing!

I didn't care to appreciate how gorgeous the silk was, how delicate the embroidery was, and quickly wiped the snot that was about to run over my lips with it, and the corner of my eye swept the prince's distressed expression. My little heart trembled slightly, Mom, why didn't you start to feel sorry for me? What kind of peach blossom luck am I going! After thinking about it, I finally understood, damn it, where is he distressing me, obviously distressed by my snot soaked in the veil! My second strength came up again: make you feel sorry for the veil, let you feel sorry for the veil! I covered my nose with a handkerchief and blew it hard, and as the sticky snot spurted out, I felt extremely happy in my heart! Under the cover of the veil, I secretly looked at this beautiful man who claimed to be the Six Kings again. Sure enough, a face that was originally handsome and gentle, with comfortable eyebrows, is now a nose, eyes, and mouth, and all the facial features are drawn together, just like using the transformation software to PS, which is as fun as having been photoshopped with transformation software! I forced myself to laugh in my heart, and said to this Yixun prince seriously: "I can't remember where I am and where I am." I can't remember how I ended up in the back garden of the palace. I am alone, and there is no one I know in this Chang'an. If the prince kicks me out, I will live on the streets and die of starvation. So please be kind to the prince and take in the little girl in the palace to be a "What are you doing?" I turned my head and thought about it: "Be a chef, the little woman's cooking skills are acceptable, and I am willing to cook a table of delicious food for the prince to repay the prince for saving him!" ”

Before the prince could speak, the family members next to him had already scoffed: "Cook? What a big breath! Do you know that the cooking skills of the chefs in the palace are all trained by the imperial chef in the imperial dining room? In addition to the imperial kitchen, there is no cupboard cook in the world whose skills can be compared with the palace. Besides, you are an unsecured person of unknown origin, who dares to let my grandfather eat the dishes you cooked? Who can afford it if something goes wrong? ”

Wow wow, the imperial chef? What a tall job! My biggest dream was to be a chef in a five-star hotel! Wearing a dusty chef's hat, in the back kitchen where every piece of kitchenware is crystal clear enough to be used as a mirror, carefully cooking a charcoal-grilled matsutake mushroom or a soup asparagus, what a scene of raising eyebrows! Although my cooking skills are not bad, but I am a little chef who has no way, no teacher, no promotion, no guidance, and I can't even enter the door of the back kitchen of a five-star hotel, and I still want to be a chef? Dream on! Let's see, isn't this the opportunity? Although the palace cabinet was trained by the imperial chef, I am very clear about the ancient cooking techniques, after all, we are also from the cooking technology school, and I have studied the history of Chinese cooking. In the Jing Dynasty before the Tang Dynasty, the cooking method of food was either boiling or steaming, and even frying had not yet been invented, let alone stir-frying, baking, and simmering.

Just give me a fulcrum, and I can pry up the earth. Just give me a spatula, and I can pry open the prince's mouth. As long as I pry open the prince's mouth, I can settle down in ancient times, and I don't have to worry about starving to death! Thinking of this, I regret treating the prince's handkerchief so rudely just now, and I prayed in my heart oh Mituo Buddha Alilujah, bless me who is not a care-eyed prince, bless him and give me a chance to show me my cooking skills, Amen!

Thinking of this, I adjusted my facial expression to the pitiful appearance as much as possible (God, hit me to death with a thunderbolt, Chu Chu is pitiful, the tiger is almost alive!). The pitiful baba, who was still sobbing a little quietly, said to the prince: "The little woman knows that her cooking skills are not comparable to that of the imperial chef, but she has no intention of repaying the princess for saving her. When I was a child, my mother often taught me that if I received favors and did not reciprocate, I would be punished by God (in fact, what my mother told me was that it was cheap and didn't take advantage of the bastard!). If one day my mother knows that I am deeply favored by the prince and does not repay me, she will definitely kill me! So please take pity on the little girl, give me a chance, taste the dishes I made, if you don't give me this opportunity, or think the dishes I make are unpalatable, the little woman will kill herself immediately and apologize! As I spoke, I wiped the tears that I held my breath hard with my handkerchief where it was not stained with snot, and secretly observed the expression of the prince, and as I expected, the prince was stunned as if he had been struck by thunder. I guess I was scared that I didn't give it a chance or I found it unpalatable and committed suicide to apologize, right? I've said it all, does he dare not give me a chance? Does he dare to say that what I made is unpalatable? Does he dare? Do you dare?? Do you dare??? If it weren't for bullying him for his natural gentle and kind appearance, would I dare to threaten him with such unreliable words? Anyway, sister, I am also an old man who has been in the society for more than ten years, who has a good heart, who hides a knife in his smile, and who wants to stay away, I can still handle it (read that girl, what do you say?) You say that I can handle any kind of person, how can I fall in love with my ex-boyfriend's scum without regrets? Haven't you heard of this and this, the fact that a woman in love has zero IQ? Really! Warn the girls who still want to expose my old bottom later, think about whether they can win against me if they quarrel first! ）