Cheng Yangyang was put on the car of the county magistrate, and followed the carriage of Nanfeng with the magistrate, and returned to the summer resort together.

When she got out of the car, Nanfeng only let her stay, let the magistrate go first, and left her alone on the prince's territory, what was this for?

It's almost evening, and it's not much time before her class, and it's too late to go back now, I don't know if Wang Dashu and they didn't see her, would they be worried?

"Lord, what, if you want to listen to the song, we have time, you see that there is not much time left, why don't we change the day?"

Cheng Yangyang caught up with Nanfeng's footsteps, but he was still stopped two meters away.

Nanfeng didn't pay attention to her, didn't even turn her head back, and directly dropped a sentence, "Take her to the kitchen, let her cook dinner tonight."

After speaking, Cheng Yangyang watched him enter the inner courtyard, while he was stopped outside and taken to the kitchen.

......

Cheng Yangyang looked at the kitchen, which was three times larger than her thatched house, and there were a variety of ingredients in it, and there were only seven or eight people who started it, and they stood in a row and let her dispatch.

"Do you really want me to cook?"

Cheng Yangyang still couldn't believe it, she had asked three times, and the answer she got was still the same.

“......”

"Okay!" Cheng Yangyang accepted her fate, thinking that she was invited to play the piano to help the fun, who knew that she was here to cook, "What do you princes like to eat?

"The prince eats and eats, but he is seldom satisfied," replied a man who looked like a kitchen steward.

Cheng Yangyang was speechless, and he didn't ask for it? No request is the biggest requirement!

Since that's the case, then she can do what she likes to eat, who told him to be so unpursued?

Cheng Yangyang went around the kitchen, rich people just can't avoid the law of "Zhumen wine and meat stinks", meat ingredients are more than vegetables, and all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas are bought like those who don't need money.

"This, this, help me cut it into sections, cut this one into large pieces, and kill the chicken and fish for me", Cheng Yangyang pointed to the ingredients in the kitchen and asked the few who worked hard to help her deal with it.

While they were preparing the ingredients, Cheng Yangyang was choosing spices and side dishes, looking at the few green vegetables, she frowned, rich people don't eat green vegetables.

After calculating in his heart, he roughly planned the dishes he was going to make today, and after the ingredients were ready, Cheng Yangyang drove the other idlers out of the kitchen, leaving only himself and a person in charge of burning firewood.

When you don't know what to do, you can't go wrong with making some famous dishes, right?

Dongpo meat is first put into the pot, the skin is scalded to golden brown, and then boiled in the pot to be half ripe, and another pot is added with spices and rock sugar, and when the firewood is not noticed, add spiritual spring water, and stew.

The small stove here is slowly stewing, and on the other side, Cheng Yangyang has already burned the pot again and started to make the next dish, which is fresh and spicy, steamed and simmered, and she is the same.

The smell of food in the kitchen gradually wafted out, and everyone standing outside was guessing with their noses what she had cooked, some of which could almost be smelled, and some of which they were very unfamiliar with.

The sky was getting dark, and it was almost time for the prince to eat, but the kitchen still didn't make a movement to pass the dishes, and he was so anxious that he turned back and forth.

"Dare to ask the girl, when will this dinner be ready?" asked the steward, stretching his neck.

Cheng Yangyang listened, she opened the small stove stewed with Dongpo meat and looked at it, it was still a little hot, not to mention that her fish had just been put on the pot, how could it be so fast.

"It's going to be almost there", she reassured the people outside.

When she turned to go back to the stool to rest for a while, she saw a clay pot hanging from a water tank piled up by the wall, the body of which was all submerged in water, only the mouth of the jar was exposed, covered with a white cloth.

"What is this?" she asked, pointing to the crockpot.

"Back to the girl, that's the milk that was just milked today", the little girl got up and replied respectfully, and continued to burn his own firewood after speaking.

"Milk ......"

Cheng Yangyang stared at the crockpot in the jar, and had a plan, anyway, this jar of milk was put on dinner, which means that the four princes don't like to drink, and she can't waste it.

The wood-burning guy watched Cheng Yangyang lift the milk from the water tank, take it to the stove, find a clean small pot, and move two burning firewood to slowly heat the milk.

He didn't know what she was going to do, and he didn't dare to ask, he was just a firewood burner, as long as he did what he had to do.

It's already time for the prince to eat, the smoke in the kitchen hasn't stopped, and the steward is already in a hurry to break into the kitchen.

"Hello, do you have ice cubes here?" asked Cheng Yangyang with an empty bowl.

When the steward saw that she had finally come out, he thought that he was going to serve the food, so he hurriedly waved his hand to let the maids who passed the dishes come forward, but the maids had not taken two steps before they were driven back by Cheng Yangyang.

"Don't, the food isn't ready!" she stopped them from moving forward, and reached out again to ask, "Are there any ice cubes?"

"Oh, yes, yes", the steward asked a subordinate to help her get ice, and approached the kitchen himself to look inside.

"Girl, this dish has to be hurried, the time for the prince to eat has come, we can't afford to delay", he rubbed his hands anxiously.

"Immediately, when will you get the ice back, I will be able to serve this dish when I can", Cheng Yangyang patted the butler's shoulder unhurriedly, telling him not to worry.

In fact, the dish is already ready, but she has the selfish intention to ask them for ice cubes first, she has been busy in the kitchen for most of the day, hot and sweaty, if they don't care about her ice cubes in order to serve food to the prince, then she is not a big loss.

The person who took the ice cube came back soon, the man handed the bowl to Cheng Yangyang, she looked at the whole piece of ice in the bowl, a little confused, what she wanted was broken ice!

"You—this ......"

"Girl, hurry up, don't waste time," the steward saw that the ice had been brought back, and hurried her into the kitchen.

Forget it, let's make it whole!

Cheng Yangyang took a large bowl and poured ice cubes into it, she held the pot and slowly poured the hot milk tea in the pot on the ice cubes to cool down quickly.

The milk tea was poured, and the ice cubes melted by a third.

Cheng Yangyang picked up the big bowl again, poured the milk tea into the teapot, and smashed the remaining piece of ice with a big spoon, picked a few slightly larger pieces and put them in the teapot.

"Alright, come in and serve the food!" she shouted outside.

As soon as the words ended, a group of people poured in from outside the kitchen, and they orderly brought the prepared meals out one by one.

Cheng Yangyang sat on the side, watching them take the dishes away, she found a teacup by herself, and when she was about to pour herself a cup of milk tea leisurely, the teapot in her hand was snatched away.

"Oops, this isn't tonight's recipe, I drank it myself," she said, getting up and stopping the man.

"All the food in the kitchen must be presented to the master first, this is the rule!" said the steward, who stepped forward and pulled her hand, allowing the man with the teapot to go first.