After asking a few people, the master and servant finally found the kitchen. Mo Lan stepped in with curiosity and found that it was not as luxurious and busy as she imagined the royal dining room. Maybe it's because Prince Min doesn't pay much attention to these things, or maybe it's because of his status that he can't enjoy the same treatment as other princes. Thinking of this, Mo Lan felt a little bitter for him.

"The princess is auspicious." When several people who were busy in front of the stove saw her, they hurriedly leaned over and saluted.

"Get up, what should you do, I'm just here to make morning soup for the prince, you don't have to worry about me." After Mo Lan finished speaking, he chose a stove by himself and fought a difficult struggle against a group of backward kitchen utensils. At first, she had an idea, thinking that it would be good to make it casually, but the result was that she made this bowl of soup with great care. From ingredients to palm fire, she does every step of the way and strives for perfection.

After the housekeeper Liu Yuan heard that the princess had gone to the dining room, he rushed over and saw the beautiful figure who was busy in front of the stove. A smile of relief appeared on his face, and he could see the princess's intentions. He has been watching the prince grow up, understands the bitterness in his heart, and only hopes that this kind woman can bring the most warmth to the prince.

After boiling it up, Mo Lan came to the outside of Si Yunyin's study under the guidance of the housekeeper. She took a deep breath and walked in with a smile in her hand.

Si Yunyin was originally sitting at the table reading a book, and when she saw her come in, her brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?" He asked in a deep voice, his tone cold for thousands of miles. "Have you forgotten what this king told you last night?"

"I didn't forget, I didn't forget, of course I didn't." Mo Lan was rarely good-natured and obedient, and she raised the teacup in her hand: "I'm just here to bring you morning soup." ”

"Who told you to make morning soup for this king?" He looked at her coldly. Since you haven't forgotten his words, why do you need to make morning soup? "This king won't drink it, you take it away immediately!"

"Lord, this is a custom that cannot be destroyed." She patiently explained to him, looking at him with a hard smile.

"Drop it, you can go down." He waved his hand impatiently and continued to pick up the book.

Mo Lan put the teacup on the desk and stepped aside to be silent.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Si Yunyin put down the book in annoyance and looked at her with some anger.

Mo Lan pointed to the soup on the table: "Lord, the soup should be drunk while it is hot, it will not taste good if it is cold." I've been making this soup for a long time, so you can give some face and drink a little more. ”

"Whether you drink it or not, that's the king's business." He glanced at the teacup faintly, and then looked at her on the side, "The soup is also put down, can you go?" ”

"Lord Wang." Mo Lan's voice unconsciously carried some strength, "You can not appreciate the fruits of other people's hard work, but you have no right to ignore it!" She no longer had the idea of seeing how he reacted, she was just furious at him for ignoring the soup she had worked so hard for more than half an hour, like a child desperate for approval from others, and she only wanted him to take a sip, even if it was just a sip.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" A chill ran over his eyes.

"I'm just talking to you!" Mo Lan glared at him in annoyance, not taking his warning look in his eyes at all.