The rich soup doesn't turn into juice in the mouth because it is cooled, but it is not too tough and is gently stirred by the tongue and becomes cracked, which makes it tarnish in its sweet taste.

After Qu Jincun ate a spoonful, he refused to use the rest of the turtle skirt soup.

"Unqualified." He said coldly.

Unlike his usual understatement, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince spoke quite sternly.

Molly bowed her head, looking like she was letting her go.

The attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, that is, it does not beg for mercy.

"Do it again!" Qu Jincun pushed away the plate, and pushed the fold at hand in disgust, "It's still three days, and you must eat decent sweets in three days, otherwise you ......"

He didn't say what would have happened otherwise, but it was nothing more than palace punishment and waiting.

Molly, who was staring at the floor, pursed her lips and smiled, and gently put away the plate and withdrew.

After she left, Qu Jincun extinguished the incense burner in the corner and noticed a very elegant aroma of melon in the room.

Looming, seemingly absent, like the first rays of sunshine in early spring, Qing Lingling hooks people's sense of smell.

It doesn't smell bad.

In particular, the remnants of the turtle skirt soup in the mouth are still lingering, rolling faintly between the lips and tongue, combined with the light taste of the melon, it seems to be really singing and harmonizing.

――How does this taste live~-color-~raw-~fragrant like a person?

Qu Jincun pursed his lips, picked up the white water and took a sip.

But how can the richness and deliciousness of the turtle skirt be washed down by a few mouthfuls of white water?

So much so that when lunch was served, Qu Jincun did not use dessert for the first time, but drank the soup and then used the main meal seriously.

Unexpectedly, the little guy was still a bit of a trick, the prince thought about it, and suddenly on a whim, he pulled out of the imperial study, and found someone to lead him straight to the imperial dining room.

Molly was carefully digging out the turtle skirt inside the melon, thinking it was a matter of shape rather than taste.

There is no problem with this {bouncing soft-shelled turtle soup}.

The problem may be the tongue of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

She scooped out a spoonful of jelly-clear food and shoved it into her mouth.

Lubricated, chewy, it doesn't melt fast or slow, and most importantly, it's unbeatably delicious.

Molly couldn't think of any drawbacks to the sweet dish she made, of course, it wasn't very sweet, or sugary, and maybe that was the only flaw.

Swallowing the slippery but lingering soup in her mouth, Molly held her chin and pondered.

The magical sweet he hoped for seemed to be super sweet.

If you use honey alone, if you add too much sugar, it will become bitter, and it will not be a sweet, and it will become □□ again.

According to the structure of human taste buds and taste characteristics, in this case, it may be possible to use the method of [contrast] to attack the taste of the target and deepen the effect of sweetness on taste buds......

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived—" The head of the Imperial Dining Room greeted the entire staff, including Molly, who was still immersed in the in-depth conception of food.

Qu Jincun didn't look at anyone, but only saw the thin and thin "boy".

"He" stood behind a fat imperial dining room master, and the whole person was blocked and almost invisible, if it wasn't for Qu Jincun staring at it, he would have missed the trace of "him".

"Lonely hasn't had enough to eat at noon," he said, gesturing to Molly behind the bushes, "and tell that little guy to get him something to eat again." ”

As he spoke, he walked into the neat and clean imperial study with high interest, and sat down on a stool of his choice.