Jun Moying waited for a long time in Fengyang Palace and didn't see Feng Qian come back, so she couldn't help but suspect that it would take so long to go to the imperial dining room to find food

But in broad daylight, nothing should happen, not to mention that Qingyu is following.

After comforting herself with these words, Jun Moying finally didn't feel at ease, pinched her eyebrows, and got up to find her.

He didn't know that at this moment, there was already a mess in the imperial dining room.

Rao is Qingyu was already mentally prepared, and when she saw Feng Qian make the imperial dining room look like this, she still didn't have admiration.

"Niangniang, this dinner time is almost up, if you want to eat something, just tell the minions, the minions will definitely be able to make it for you according to your dictation, do you think it is okay" Although the chef of the imperial dining room does not think that there are any dishes that this master knows and they don't, but seeing that she is so persistent, she has to do it herself, and it is not good to talk too much.

Feng Qian glanced at the mess all over the ground in frustration, pursed her lips vigorously and thought for a while, just when the big guys thought she would let go, she pointed to the distance and said, "Aren't there still many pots there, you all go about your own business, don't take care of me." I didn't want to eat anything, so I tried it here. ”

The imperial chefs want to cry without tears, and the heart is that you are such a big Buddha pestle here, who dares to ignore it

Seeing that they didn't move, Feng Qian bit his lip and said with some embarrassment: "You really don't have to look at me, it's almost dinner time, what if I delay your cooking time, what if the palaces and halls can't eat at that time?"

Qingyu has a headache and supports her forehead, you know

"Mother, why don't we come back another day"

Feng Qian threw the pot and shovel in frustration, "Okay, okay, you all go and get busy, I won't do it." ”

Although she made a mess of it, the food she made was clearly not dark cuisine.

Feng Qian glanced at the plates she had just fried with disgust, and then looked at the ones made by other people's imperial chefs, well, although she made authentic "home cooking", but compared to the imperial chefs, it seemed to be really ugly.

I took a pair of chopsticks and tried it, and the taste was quite acceptable.

Feng Qian knew that he would not be so talentless, even if he was in a hurry, he would not do that kind of stupid thing that sugar and salt could not distinguish between stupid.

"You're so hungry, you can't even wait for them to be delivered in Fengyang Palace, so you just eat here."

Without warning, a playful voice rang out in the imperial dining room, and someone who was throwing shrimp balls into his mouth choked up. She grabbed Qingyu beside her, let alone speak, she couldn't even cough out, and her little face suddenly turned blue and red.

Jun Moying's face changed, and he immediately strode up to her, and slapped her on the back several times before he slapped the ball in her throat out. Feng Qian finally coughed as he wished, and poured several mouthfuls of water before slowly recovering, and gasped several times in a row.

The imperial chefs on the side were so frightened that their souls were gone, if something happened to the imperial concubine here, then they would definitely have to sit together

Feng Qian finally had two points of strength, looking at the man who suddenly appeared, the corners of his mouth twitched, blaming him for scaring her behind his back

"It's not that I won't come back for dinner tonight

That's why she came here to practice her cooking skills, so that one day she could serve her food to the table