Cheng Yangyang came to the gate of the town to sign up according to the requirements on the notice, and it stands to reason that cooking for the prince is a blessing that he has cultivated as a chef for several lifetimes.

Before she came, she thought about the scene where a group of people at the yamen might rush to sign up, but when she arrived at the yamen, she found that there were not many people who signed up, but there were a lot of people watching the excitement.

"Auntie, why are there so few people who sign up?" asked Cheng Yangyang to the aunt who was carrying a vegetable basket on the side.

The aunt was regretful and unwilling, "Ouch, the prince is a golden mouth, accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, how can the things made by ordinary people get into the eyes of the prince? Let's not join in that fun."

"That's right", another aunt next to her also persuaded the people around her, "Don't you choose the best one to cook for the prince......?"

"Oh......" Cheng Yangyang nodded meaningfully, it turned out that this was the reason.

She didn't want to listen to it after listening to a few words, and walked to the front of the big brother who was in charge of registration, "Big brother, give me a name, my name is Cheng Yangyang, from Wangjia Village."

As soon as she said this, not only did the yacha who was responsible for controlling the field and signing up look up at her, but the people around her who were watching the excitement all started talking about it noisily.

All they said was to look down on her dress, laugh at her for being incompetent and delusional.

The registered yacha looked her from head to toe, and after making sure that she did not have that strength, he opened his mouth and sent her away, "Little girl, we are here to cook for the prince, not a place to beg for food from the prince, you better leave quickly."

"I'm not begging, I'm here to cook for the prince, I want to sign up!"

Cheng Yangyang has only been in the town for an hour, and she has been treated as a beggar three times, and she is dressed like this...... It's really not good, but at least her face is clean, which beggar has her so hygienic?

"Little beggar, don't make trouble, let's go!" the surrounding people also began to persuade her.

"Brother Yacha, I really want to sign up, you can do it, help you sign up", Cheng Yangyang ignored the sighs behind him and insisted on signing up.

The yacha frowned slightly, "No, no, you better go quickly."

"Why not?" These three taels of silver may change her life here from now on, even if she can't change it, she can at least buy some medicine or something for that Wang Xiaoshan in Wangjia Village, so she can't give up easily.

"The notice didn't say who was not allowed to sign up, why didn't you let me sign up?"

"That's not true, but you ......" The yacha pointed to the clothes on her body, looking embarrassed.

"People can't be good-looking, big brother Yacha, this can't be a reason to refuse my registration!"

"If you are illiterate, you can't report it!"

Just when Cheng Yangyang and the big brother of the yacha were arguing, a man dressed as a literati came out of the yamen and said a word to the two of them.

"Master Liu", a few officials at the door politely greeted the man.

It turned out to be the master in the yamen, no wonder he looks like a sour scholar, who does he look down on!

"I am literate!" is the least worthy of mention of the well-educated person of the twenty-first century.

"Little girl, literacy doesn't depend on words, if you can report your name, then we will count you as a sign-up", the master said, looking like he didn't believe she could write.

When Cheng Yangyang heard it, this was a convenient matter.

She snatched the pen from the hand of the yacha and dipped it in ink, and everyone looked at her curiously, could she really be literate?

But when she confidently put pen to paper and wrote her name stroke by stroke, everyone sighed in amazement, she really can write, a beggar can actually write?

On this registration post, under the messy and rough font of the Yacha, there is a line of juanxiu and neat words, which is Cheng Yangyang's name.

"Thank you Master Liu, thank you Brother Yacha", after writing, Cheng Yangyang thanked a few people proudly, "Then we'll see you the day after tomorrow."

She happily turned around and left, the day after tomorrow is the time of the competition, the people who signed up will come here again, and then someone from the county government will take them to the summer resort of the fourth prince.

"This little beggar......" Liu Guanqing touched the beard under her chin, she managed to attract everyone's attention, and the big guys joked that they were looking forward to her performance.

The people in Wangjia Village went back after changing the brown rice, so when she went back, Cheng Yangyang was the only one, and she went back to Wangjia Village hungry according to the route she came.

This time, the day was wasted, and when she returned to the village, it was already getting dark, and she didn't eat anything today, so she drank a few sips of water by the stream on the road, and survived until now.

After crawling home, Cheng Yangyang hurriedly took the dying porcupine to the stream and dealt with it simply, but fortunately, it was already dark and she couldn't see the pig's expression, otherwise she might not be able to do it.

The porcupine skin is thick and prickly, she can't handle it now, she can only chop it raw, and the meat she picks down is only about ten catties.

She chopped a few large pieces of pork, leaving one piece to be cooked and eaten later, and she hung the other pieces at the door of the thatched hut, where natural drying was unlikely, so she had to preserve them as much as possible.

When Cheng Yangyang came back from the stream, she picked some lemongrass and mint, which were rarely used in Wangjia Village, but they were cheaper.

Sitting at the door of the house guarding the pork stewed on the fire, Cheng Yangyang's mind was all about the game, what she wanted to do, she needed some tools, and she didn't know who to borrow.

Moreover, she still has to go into the mountains, blaming her for seeing that thing last time and thinking it was useless, so she didn't pick it, who knew that there was such a competition now, just in need.

After stewing the meat, Cheng Yangyang went down the mountain with a crockpot and went to the village.

This time, she didn't even say hello, entered the courtyard and sat directly on the threshold, shouting at the hidden door, "It's time to eat."

The people inside silently moved their bodies to the door, and as soon as they sat down, Cheng Yangyang handed over a bowl of meat, which was hotter than yesterday's and very hot.

"Why do you eat meat again?" Wang Xiaoshan looked at the meat in the bowl in disbelief, with the current situation of the two of them, he thought that there would be a meal of wild vegetables at most tonight.

"What? don't want to eat?" Cheng Yangyang also scooped up a big bowl for herself, and she hadn't eaten for a day, so she grabbed a piece of elbow meat and sent it to her mouth with satisfaction.

It's so delicious!

Wang Xiaoshan was slightly dissatisfied when he saw that she was eating without scruples, and he continued to ask, "Where did you get this meat?"

In his impression, he only eats meat during the Chinese New Year, like their poor families, sometimes they may not be able to eat it during the New Year, why does she send him meat for two days in a row?