There were not as many people in the imperial dining room as Mo Dong'er imagined, and as soon as Mo Dong'er entered the door, he was attracted by the delicate porcelain plates neatly arranged on one side.

In the delicate porcelain plates, from pastries to cold dishes to hot food, white, green, and red are lined up, and the delicacy is mouth-watering.

Mo Dong'er couldn't help but move her index finger, and the little girl quietly stretched out her little paw and grabbed a piece of hibiscus cake closest to her.

Delicious! Mo Dong'er's eyes lit up. Then I set my sights on the next set.

After eating dim sum all the way, seeing that the dishes on the plate could no longer be directly grasped, Mo Dong'er made a difficulty.

But I don't know what this plate in front of me is made of, a small ball of delicate green, which looks soft, and I know that this thing must be glutinous and delicious when I think about it.

The little girl's little paw was tested for a long time, and when she finally mustered up the courage to poke at the delicate and delicate mass, she kept intercepting Mo Dong'er's little paw from mid-air.

Mo Dong'er was stunned as she puffed out her cheeks stuffed with food.

The one who stopped Mo Dong'er was wearing the clothes of an imperial kitchen, with five big and three thick, tight muscles, and a body size that could fit more than two Mo Dong'er.

The tall imperial chef glanced at Mo Dong'er from top to bottom, handed a pair of silver chopsticks from the side, and stuffed them into the little girl's hand.

Mo Dong'er suddenly smiled, like a little hamster, she stuffed her mouth full of delicious food, puffed out her mouth and didn't forget to wave her hand to the imperial chef: "Thank you, uncle." ”

The imperial chef had a dark face, prepared lunch by himself, and ignored Mo Dong'er.

When the little girl was full of food and drink, she rubbed her stomach with satisfaction, stretched out her little paws and walked away a plate of freshly baked hibiscus cakes, slipped to the imperial kitchen and raised her head, and said softly and glutinously: "Uncle makes it so delicious." ”

The cooking skills that he has always been proud of have been praised, and the imperial chef uncle couldn't help laughing, who doesn't like a sweet-mouthed little girl? What's more, this little girl also ate every dish he carefully prepared, and the imperial chef grinned: "Next time I come, I'll make you some good ones." ”

Mo Dong'er smiled for the first time, and responded with a little face: "Okay!" ”

The little girl's pear vortex is sugary, sweet and greasy.

The secret guard lying on the imperial dining room felt blind, and Miss Mo smiled at most with her phoenix eyes, looking enchanting and charming and captivating the world, when did she laugh out of the pear vortex?

The dark guard took a bite of the hard steamed bun in his hand, and thought to himself, it seems that this Chef Feng is about to be dug into the palace by his own master.

Well, I'll have a good mouth in the future.

"Father Cuihua, Father Cuihua." Mo Dong'er ran out of the imperial dining room with a smile on her face, and stuffed the hibiscus cake she was holding in her arms into the arms of Father Cuihua.

Cuihua's father-in-law hurriedly refused: "This can't be helped, this can't be helped, Miss." ”

"Grandpa Cuihua is holding it, Grandpa Cuihua hasn't eaten lunch either, how can you go shopping with me again?"

"But our family ......"

"Father-in-law, don't worry, this is the best dim sum I've ever tasted, take it quickly."

"This, our family just takes it, our family thanks to the eldest lady."

"No thanks, no thanks." Mo Dong'er was still smiling: "Father Cuihua, I'm a little tired, let's go back first." ”

"Good. Miss, please. ”

Cuihua Gonggong didn't know that this little girl was leaving him time for lunch, and now in this palace, it is rare to see such a heart-warming little girl. No matter how good a little girl is, I don't know if my prince can be worthy of others.

No, Grandpa Cuihua looked at the little girl jumping in front of him and thought, he has to go two more trips to explain, there are many people in the palace, such a handsome little girl, you have to show your own prince!

Feng Yuchu looked at the silver chopsticks that had been washed and put back in place, and smiled on a swarthy face, the nobles in the palace are all picky, always this is not good and that is not good, obviously they are all big ladies who do not touch the spring water with ten fingers, but they want to say one, two, three, one by one, they are arrogant like peacocks on display. How can the little girl just look smart and vivid?

Feng Imperial Chef couldn't help but sum up in his heart, he is also old at this age, and the apprentices he brought out can also be independent, so he might as well resign from the position of imperial chef and follow the master safely.

After leaving this deceitful palace, he entered the master's mansion and cooked for the prince and princess every day, maybe he could live a few more years.

The little girl with a happy face didn't know that she had bought two people in this moment.

Cuihua's father-in-law sent the little girl all the way back to the Wind String Palace, and sent the little girl to the hands of wheat in person, and watched the little girl enter the inner room, so he left with confidence.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Grandpa Cuihua pulled open the small package that the little girl stuffed him with pastries, and when he opened it, Grandpa Cuihua was dumbfounded.

Cuihua Gong closed his eyes vigorously, and when he opened them again, he found that the neatly arranged in front of him was the hibiscus cake that Imperial Chef Feng was good at. Feng Yuchu has a name among the people, called Feng Furong, and it is because of this hibiscus cake that he became famous. And this hibiscus cake is even more precious, so precious that even the queen mother has to inform Imperial Chef Feng a few days in advance if she wants to eat a bite, and sometimes even if she informs her in advance, she may not be able to eat this hibiscus cake.

But the emperor doesn't know if he has seen too many flattering villains, and he still eats this Feng Imperial Kitchen's unknowing temperament. What's more, this Feng Imperial Chef does have some ability, and he is upright, to put it bluntly, he is a little dead-eyed, and he can't listen to anyone's words, how can the emperor not feel at ease when he puts such a person in the crowded imperial dining room?

Cuihua's father-in-law couldn't help but want to laugh, she really deserved to be Miss Mo, and even this Feng Furong showed her ability to take care of the house.

Grandpa Cuihua raised his hand and beckoned in mid-air: "Come down." ”

A secret guard jumped down from the eaves, covered with an unsympathetic cold: "What do you command?" ”

"Sit." Grandpa Cuihua pushed the snack in his hand to the dark guard, and said with a smile: "Eat it." ”

Yan Yi glanced at Cuihua and didn't move.

"You kid." The gold medal in the sleeve of the Cuihua Gong flickered, and the gold medal flashed slightly, and suddenly fell into Yan Yi's eyes.

Yan Yi reached out and took a small half of the pastry in front of him, and jumped to the place where he was originally hiding on tiptoe.

Grandpa Cuihua sighed, this is also a good boy, although he is not good at words, but for so many years in this palace, it is this child who has trained his master and passed on the news.

Yan Yi: "......" is worthy of Feng Furong's specialty pastry, it is really delicious.

Cuihua's father-in-law chewed the pastry and thought, where are you going to take Miss Mo to play next?

"Father-in-law, father-in-law, no, Concubine Xian found that the begonias in the imperial garden were bitten off by ants and were making trouble in the imperial garden!"

Grandpa Cuihua stood up: "But you did it?" ”