The head of the imperial dining room didn't know how to describe his current mood, and he also came up with the idea of returning to his hometown, although he was only in his forties now.

But even though he is in his forties, he feels that he has really reached the age of eighty, he is really tired, and now he is even a little autistic, he just wants to hide in a corner, hug his knees, and cry silently without speaking.

After a long time, Wu Dalang finally put these concubines, concubines, Shuyi... and many other bigwigs' ingredients are fused together to make a broth out of the pot.

The boiling soup is steaming, and the heat spreads out to give off a thick aroma.

There seems to be a competition between the aromas, which waft around and obscure all the others.

The entire imperial dining room was filled with the unique aroma of broth, and this aroma even wafted out of the imperial dining room, and some palace maids and eunuchs who passed by would say a word or two when they smelled these aromas.

"What kind of dishes did you cook in the imperial dining room today, and it is so fragrant?"

"Is this still the Imperial Dining Room? I pass by the imperial dining room every day, and it doesn't smell as good as it is today. ”

"It's so fragrant, I want to taste it."

"Don't think about it, this is for Your Majesty and the concubines. Let's go, the bricks of the Funing Hall are still waiting for us to move. ”

......

The imperial chefs in the imperial dining room all gathered when they smelled the fragrance, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva as they looked at the soup in the pot.

Wu Dalang took a bowl from the side, put it down when he was about to take a spoon to scoop the soup, and then took a small basin, such a small basin is usually used to serve soup to a table of about four people.

Wu Dalang thought it was so delicious, Huizong estimated that a small bowl was not enough to eat, so he directly used a basin to come out, as for whether Huizong ate it or not, it was not a matter for him to consider.

Although Wu Dalang chose a lot of ingredients, he used about half of each one, and tried to have more variety, anyway, there is always one that Huizong likes.

Wu Dalang poured the soup from the pot into the basin, and then said to Xiao Guizi, "Bring the plate." ”

Xiao Guizi hurriedly brought a plate over, Wu Dalang put the basin on the plate, and then took a lid and covered it. He put another spoon next to him.

Wu Dalang put down his sleeves and said, "Why are you still stunned, Your Majesty is probably in a hurry, so bring it to Your Majesty." ”

The little nobleman came back to his senses, sweat immediately appeared on his forehead, and he thought in his heart as he walked: Your Majesty must be angry, what to do, what to do, Your Majesty must be angry...

Seeing Xiao Guizi go out, Wu Dalang said to the head of the imperial dining room: "In order to let the head manager be able to make a difference, some of my ingredients are actually only about half. You can still cook for the concubines and princes, this time you can cook less, they can eat less. ”

The head of the imperial dining room twitched his face: Let the concubines and princes eat less, why does this sound so... Don't die.

Wu Dalang continued: "We are all for Your Majesty's soup, I believe that those concubines and princes will understand, and our loyalty can really be seen by the sun and the moon." Also, this time the soup was completed perfectly, and the manager made a lot of efforts, and I will definitely say good things for you in front of Your Majesty. ”

Saying that, Wu Dalang exhaled and said: "You don't have to be moved, I am this kind of person who repays grievances with virtue, we may be a little unhappy at first, but that is all in the past, let it all follow the wind, all with the wind." ”

In the end, Wu Dalang arched his hand and said, "Okay, don't say much, Your Majesty is estimated to be looking for me later, I have to go first." ”

Wu Dalang said and strode towards the door, the head of the imperial dining room looked at Wu Dalang's back and was really full of gratitude, this is really a good official, he actually put himself in his shoes so much, in the deceit of officialdom, such pure emotions have never been seen before.

When Wu Dalang's back disappeared into the eyes of the head of the imperial study, he also withdrew his gaze.

As soon as he withdrew his gaze, he saw a group of imperial chefs all staring at the few soup bases in the pot.

The eyes of these imperial chefs seemed to glow green, like a pack of hungry wolves.

As royal chefs, their greatest wish is to make the best food and eat the best food.

Now, there is an opportunity to eat delicious food in front of their eyes, how can they give it up.

The head of the imperial dining room was simply angry, he usually cooked, but these people were not like this, it was simply an insult to him.

So the head of the imperial dining room shouted, "What are you doing, what are you doing, all of them are going to work for me." ”

If it was usual, after the head of the imperial dining room finished speaking, these people would immediately disperse, but now it is different, in the eyes of these imperial chefs, not letting them eat delicious food is their life.

I was afraid of something when my life was gone, so I looked at the head of the imperial dining room one by one, and those eyes seemed to be about to be eaten alive by the chief of the imperial dining room.

The head of the imperial dining room felt a sudden burst in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Hehe, hehe, how can I not let you drink." It's just that this soup is too little, and I want to add some water and cook it before calling you. If you're in such a hurry, go get the bowls, one by one, but each person may only get one sip. ”

The cooks did not speak, but hurried over to grab the bowl, and then returned to the steward, holding the bowl like a beggar waiting for the soup to be served.

What can the head of the imperial dining room do, he is also desperate, so he can only silently become an old mother and feed these bear children.

The head of the imperial dining room also wanted to drink, and he wanted to eat all the pots, but now he had to be reduced to scooping the soup for them.

Every chef who drank the soup let out a moan of satisfaction, one, two, three, more and more, one after another.

The little palace maids who passed by the imperial dining room were simply frightened when they heard this voice, and their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly trotted over.

Some of the little eunuchs who passed by were a little confused, what is the situation? Could it be that those imperial chefs stir-fry the dishes and stir-fry the mental illness? Is the bestiality a big deal?

Some of the patrol soldiers who passed by shook their heads when they heard these voices, and thought silently in their hearts: Alas, it is estimated that they have been suppressed for too long, and their psychology is distorted, and they actually do this kind of thing in the kitchen. Anyway, it's all popular in the kitchen now?

Of course, these chefs have no idea that they are now considered perverts by a group of people.

And Wu Dalang, who let these imperial chefs carry this pot on their backs, is sitting under a tree to enjoy the shade at the moment, and the reason why he is enjoying the shade under the tree instead of going to see Huizong is of course there is a reason, because he is lost.

Wu Dalang was a little speechless, the road to this palace is really hard to find, criss-crossing everywhere, there is not even a sign, who knows where it is.