Mrs. Zhenguo went and did not return until the afternoon of the next day.

Xia Qingyun took Qingju and brought the stewed black chicken with angelica wolfberry that had been cooked in a clay pot for a day. Since she was moved by the idea of letting her mother conceive another child, she asked Qingju to make some nourishing soup in a different way.

Chunxiu scooped out a bowl and held it in front of Mrs. Zhenguo, "It's still Miss intimate." Madame accompanied the Queen Mother for half a night last night, and her eyes were dark. ”

Xia Qingyun sat down next to Mrs. Zhenguo, picked up the spoon and stirred it to make the soup cool faster, and asked, "Is the Queen Mother's illness better?" ”

"I'll do it myself." Mrs. Zhenguo took the spoon in Xia Qingyun's hand with a smile, "It is said that the girl is the mother's intimate little padded jacket, which is not bad at all." It's a pity that the queen mother didn't have this blessing, and all the sons she gave birth to, even if one of them became the emperor and was busy with court affairs, she couldn't always be filial piety in front of her. The queen's concubine is a daughter-in-law after all, separated by a layer. ”

She took a sip and said approvingly: "Qingju's craftsmanship has improved again. ”

"Mrs. Xie compliments." Qingju smiled and retreated with Chunxiu.

Mrs. Zhenguo said: "The Queen Mother went to the Imperial Garden a few days ago to enjoy the snow, and she caught a cold, which was not a serious illness, but a few days ago she had a toothache, she didn't eat much, her stomach was empty, and a few pairs of medicines went down, and she hurt her stomach again." I came and went, I couldn't eat medicine, I couldn't eat food, and my body collapsed. ”

"Mother, you drink it while it's hot, it's not too late to say it after drinking." Xia Qingyun urged.

After urging Mrs. Zhenguo to drink the black chicken soup, she asked again: "Isn't there a royal dining room in the palace, make some delicious things for the queen mother." Coax her to eat. ”

"The imperial dining room and small kitchen have been tried, the queen mother is either greasy, or light and tasteless, and she nagged me yesterday, saying that if Bowen's mother is still there, I like to eat her steamed chicken cake, salty, sweet and soft, and it melts in the mouth. It's a pity that she went early, and the Queen Mother asked me if I would do it, and I said that it used to be made by my wife. All I know is eggs and wheat flour. Mention the chicken cake. reminded me of the old past, and the queen mother pulled me and said that it was half a night. ”

Xia Qingyun remembered that Mrs. Huguo used to be the same maid as her mother, so she asked, "Will that aunt do it?" ”

"She went to bed a day before me, the Queen Mother had already asked. She doesn't remember either. ”

Xia Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little pity for the Queen Mother. Although in a high position. But when he was sick, he didn't even eat as he wanted, and when he was old, his resistance was already reduced. If you can't eat anymore, how can you get better?

She had an idea, isn't it just a chicken cake, she will also make it, there are many kinds of cakes in her previous life, what Japanese, French, salty and sweet, there is always one that will make the Queen Mother eat smoothly.

When she was studying in France, she also went to Le Cordon Bleu College to take baking courses for a few months, and she remembered all the recipes for pastries.

"Mother, why don't you let me try it, you will bring it to the Queen Mother next time you enter the palace to taste, if it is not delicious, it will not hurt to throw it away."

Xia Qingyun returned to his room and carefully scrutinized it. Copying the French pastry recipe, butter and cream are used a lot, and I am afraid that the queen mother will be greasy. And you can't just use eggs and flour, you have to mix some nourishing ingredients to help the body rejuvenate.

She made a list, asked Qingju to go to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients according to the list, and took Qingmei and a few people into the treasure pavilion, and came to a forest overgrown with purple mushrooms on Daqing Mountain, urging her mind to accelerate the ripening of Zizhi.

Ripe Zizhi continuously releases spores, and soon the cap is covered with a thick layer of brown powder.

Qingmei and the others carefully ingested the Zizhi spores into the jade box, and came to the tea-making house to dry, Xia Qingyun asked them to use their magical power to crush all these spore powders again until they oozing spore oil, twisted them with their hands, smooth and delicate, Qingmei dipped a little with her fingers and put them in her mouth, and immediately spit them out again.

"Phew, it's really unpalatable, Sister Qingyun, how can the Queen Mother eat this taste?"

"That's why it's mixed in the chicken cake." Xia Qingyun put away the jade box with a smile, "Let's go, the ingredients for Qingju should have been prepared a long time ago." ”

On the table in the small kitchen, there were dark red jujubes, bright red wolfberries, a basket of eggs, a pot of snow-white flour, and a bowl of sugar, but there was no Qingju in sight. I asked someone and said that she had gone out to buy butter and cream.

After waiting for a long time, Qingju came back, "Sister Qingyun, these two things you want, there is no place to sell them!" ”

She first went to the kitchen to ask, the cook had never heard of it, and then went to the oil and salt shop on the street, people didn't know, and finally she simply went to Daoxiangchun, the most famous dim sum shop in the capital, and stuffed the guy with five taels of silver, only to find out, people use vegetarian oil and lard to make dim sum, and they don't know what butter is.

Xia Qingyun was worried now, although she said that she could make a cake with vegetable oil, but she wanted to mix Zizhi spore powder into the cake, and the vegetable oil could not hide the taste of spore oil, so she must use fragrant butter and cream.

Since you can't buy it, you have to make it yourself. She asked Qingju to take Qingguo and run again to buy the best milk in the city.

But after a while, the two of them came back empty-handed, the smell of milk was so bad that the people of Qi didn't like to drink it, so no one sold it in the market.

"No way, Qingguo, Qingye, you have to go to the river and tell the shopkeeper Yao that you must freshly squeeze out the milk, go and return quickly!"

The two of them got the order, and they used their magical powers, and there was no shadow in the blink of an eye.

Xia Qingyun drew a figure on the paper, handed it to Qingmei and said, "You go to the treasure pavilion to chop some bamboo strips and do some this." ”

Qingmei took it and took a look, one oval was like a birdcage, and the other end was folded up and bundled into a handle, which looked very strange, but Sister Qingyun ordered, and she used it again, and she didn't ask much, so she flashed into the treasure pavilion to start work.

It wasn't until it was dark that Qingguo and Qingye entered the door with two large buckets.

Xia Qingyun asked Qingmei and the others to take two large pieces of ice, cut a hole in the middle, sat the big bucket containing milk into the ice cave, and closed the door.

She picked up the bamboo strip tool she had made in advance, "This thing is called an egg beater, it should have been made of metal, but now it can only be used." ”

As she spoke, she began to whip in the bucket.

"Why do you call it a whisk when there are no eggs?" Qingguo grabbed the back of his head and asked puzzled.

"Why do you ask so much, Sister Qingyun can call whatever she says!" Qingmei glared at him, "Sister Qingyun, don't bother so much, let me help you." ”

Qingmei threw several bamboo whisks into the bucket, drew circles on the bucket with both hands, and the whisks automatically spun in the bucket.

Xia Qingyun put his hands on his waist and said with a smile: "Hey, this bamboo is better than the electric one!" ”

"Sister Qingyun, what do you mean by electric?" Qingguo asked again.

Xia Qingyun was speechless, so he had to prevaricate: "Hey, it's another kind anyway, there is no one here, maybe the Queen Mother of Heaven has it." ”

After whipping for half an hour, lumps of milky white whipped cream gradually appeared in the bucket.

"It worked!" Xia Qingyun screamed in surprise and collected the fresh cream into the basin, Qingju was puzzled and asked, "The color is snow-white and snow-white, why do you call it butter?" (To be continued......)