It turns out that he is the legendary King Meng! Gu Yi's heart suddenly became a little hairy, but after thinking about it, he was also the thrifty King of Meng that she admired in her heart-Murong Ningrui.

"So you're a lemon!" Thinking of this, Gu Yi forgot about it again for a while, his head was still trembling around his neck, and he couldn't help but be presumptuous again.

Murong Ningrui narrowed her eyes slightly, and was about to call someone to drag her down to play a fifty-big board, but saw that she had already walked straight to the dining table, opened the food box and brought out the food.

A strange and familiar fragrance wafted into Murong Ningrui's snort, and he suddenly froze to think about what it was, and subconsciously captured the information in his mind: "Pull out the taro!" ”

Gu Yi was even more surprised, even Jin Xiting, the imperial chef, didn't know that there was such a dish as silk drawing, but he didn't expect this lemon prince to know. She hurriedly set the plate and said, "Taste the lemon, I find that no one here knows how to draw silk." ”

Showing off your craft is the happiest thing a chef can do.

Murong Ningrui was pleasantly surprised, he didn't even hear her call herself lemon again, nor did he notice her other language problems, he quickly walked to the table and sat down, then picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of silk taro in his mouth.

The shredded taro was too hot to eat when it came out of the pot, but the temperature was just right when it was sent here, and Murong Ningrui only felt that the soft and glutinous taro and the crunchy sugar crystals blended in his mouth, intertwining an indescribable taste.

Most importantly, it's the same as I remember. He ate a few pieces in a row, and looked at the little palace maid looking at him with a happy face, so he accepted the surprise expression on his face, straightened his face slightly, and said, "Who did this?" ”

Gu Yi couldn't help but feel a little complacent on her face, watching the diners eat the food they made, showing a very happy taste, she felt happy. It's even more enjoyable than eating it yourself.

"I did it!"

Unexpectedly, Murong Ningrui quickly pinched her wrist, dragged Gu Yi to his side, locked his eyes on her little face, and asked gloomily, "Why do you make this dish!" ”

This was not a question, Gu Yi felt that his tone was heavy, and the wrist that was clamped down hurt. She wrinkled her face and wanted to get rid of the clamps, but the harder she worked, the more painful it became, and she couldn't help crying: "It hurts......"

Murong Ningrui couldn't help but let go, and asked again: "Say!" How do you know about this dish? If you don't say anything, I'll cut off your head! ”

Gu Yi rubbed his reddened wrist, glared at Murong Ningrui sadly, and said, "Learned." ”

Can she say she is from the future? I've traveled to a place that I haven't heard of in history, and although it's not going to be good in the 21st century, at least no one will say that they're going to cut off their head at any time.

"Who did you learn from?" Murong Ningrui asked again.

The beautiful man instantly turned into the king of Hades, and the lovely sour lemon suddenly turned into a bitter melon. Gu Yi was reluctant to answer, but seeing that his eyes were full of threats, he didn't dare to fight against the evil forces, blinked his eyes, pouted, and said, "Self-taught!" ”

It can't be said that she went to a certain Xiang cooking school, right? Having said that, it is impossible for him to know.

Murong Ningrui looked directly into Gu Yi's eyes, but saw that her eyes flickered a little, and she didn't know what information she was hiding. He lowered his eyes, restrained his nervousness and anger, and asked, "What's your name, are you from the Imperial Dining Room?" ”