As time passes, the smell in the kitchen grows stronger.

Ling Xiaoxiang squatted behind the stove, holding a fan in his hand that he had just borrowed from the chef of the stove next to him, fanning towards the flames.

An Xuexin, on the other hand, lifted the lid and a burst of fragrance came to her nose.

The fragrance suddenly escaped from this stove and spread in all directions.

Many people in the kitchen looked at this place, although the prime minister liked to eat pastries, but they had never made pastries with such aroma, and many people did not understand what it was made of.

"Work hard! Don't shake your head!" said the steward's voice in the noisy kitchen.

"Princess, it smells so good. Ling Xiaoxiang laughed while the living.

An Xuexin was already very familiar with this smell, and she covered the pot again, but the fragrance of faint flowers still permeated the kitchen: "It's going to burn for a while, do you want me to fan the fire?"

"No need princess, I'm not hot at all, you take a good look at the pastries. Ling Xiaoxiang hurriedly said, she wiped the sweat from her head with one sleeve.

Seeing Ling Xiaoxiang like this, An Xuexin smiled knowingly, during this period of time, what she was happiest about was that Ling Xiaoxiang was still by her side.

After a while, although the kitchen was very large, it was also very hot, and sweat was constantly seeping out of many people's faces.

An Xuexin also unconsciously wiped the sweat on her face, because she hadn't dressed up carefully, so there was no such problem as powder.

When she lifted the lid again, a more fragrant smell began to permeate, and even the chef who had worked in the prime minister's mansion for a long time began to want to know how this princess made pastries.

"Alright, let's put out the fire. An Xuexin commanded.

"Okay princess. With that, Ling Xiaoxiang hurriedly used tools to extinguish the originally boiling flames.

She stood up and walked to An Xuexin's side, but looking at Ling Xiaoxiang's face, An Xuexin couldn't help laughing, she hurriedly wiped the black on Ling Xiaoxiang's face with her hand.

Ling Xiaoxiang was a little surprised, she looked at An Xuexin like this, but her face turned a little red: "Princess, is there something on my face?"

An Xuexin forcibly suppressed her thoughts of wanting to laugh, and then shook her head: "No, nothing." ”

"Princess, we should start making pastries now. ”

An Xuexin nodded, but looking at the cauldron that was still emitting white smoke, she still said, "Let's wait a little longer." ”

Ling Xiaoxiang was very well-behaved at this time, just nodded, and stood beside An Xuexin.

The kitchen manager came over at this moment, and his thin figure was instantly visible in the crowd of people in the kitchen.

The manager habitually picked up the towel he hung over his shoulders and wiped the sweat from his face.

Then he said to An Xuexin with some flattery: "Princess, this meal you made smells wonderful." ”

"Our princess's craft, that's not just a casual talk. Ling Xiaoxiang took the lead and said.

"That is, if you can taste this princess's pastry one day, it will be a wonderful thing in the world. The steward seemed to be intoxicated by his own words.

An Xuexin smiled: "One day it will." ”

"That's really thanks to Her Majesty the Princess, and I am looking forward to Her Royal Highness the Princess's arrival again in this kitchen. Saying that, the manager clasped his hands into fists, and then made a small salute to An Xuexin, "The princess is busy, I will step back first, if there is any command, call at any time." ”

"Got it, got it. Ling Xiaoxiang said.

The manager glanced at Ling Xiaoxiang and smiled evilly, and walked away.

Ling Xiaoxiang trembled, she looked at the manager, she actually felt a little nauseous, she just saw the restlessness of the person in front of her from the manager's eyes.

"Princess, why did you say that just now, you are the princess of An Nanguo, how can you make pastries for your subordinates. Ling Xiaoxiang was very dissatisfied with An Xuexin's answer just now, she had never eaten anything made by the princess, which round got one of them.

An Xuexin was very unconcerned, the white smoke in the boiler was still rising.

She said: "Now that we are in the Prime Minister's Mansion, don't you see that Lord Zhong is already very dissatisfied with us." ”

"I see. Ling Xiaoxiang naturally knew, but she didn't know why this princess said this, this didn't seem to have anything to do with treating these subordinates.

"Xiaoxiang, you remember, treat the people you can meet around you better, then you are leaving a way for your future, but you don't have to be merciful to those bad people, just do what you want. An Xuexin said with a smile.

Ling Xiaoxiang was a little stunned when she heard this, but she still agreed: "I know the princess." ”

She watched the sun splash on An Xuexin's face, which was exceptionally beautiful.

In a moment, the pastry in the cauldron was not as hot as before.

"Let's wash our hands first, we're going to do the final procedure. An Xuexin commanded.

"Yes. Ling Xiaoxiang hurriedly agreed, and hurriedly washed all the dust left by the fire on her hands.

This is the last procedure for making this pastry, and the two of them are carefully doing it in the kitchen, and the fragrance of the pastry made by the faint flowers even wafts to the outside of the kitchen.

The people outside the kitchen also began to talk.

"What did the prime minister eat today, how could it be so fragrant. ”

"I don't know, I've never seen the kitchen do this before, could it be that Lord Zhong Lijun has hired a new chef?"

"That's not right, this Zhonglijun-sama didn't even send an announcement this time, every time before inviting a chef, the adult will send an announcement. ”

......

In the side room, the prime minister sat in his seat, and he was a little tired from the books he had to do, but this was the work he had to do.

"Lijun. Lan Hanxian suddenly shouted.

Zhong Lijun was grinding ink out of his mind, and when he was suddenly called, he quickly relieved himself, and then promised: "What does the prime minister command?"

"Didn't the palace give my mother some dressing items before, but she sent them?"

"Not yet, Prime Minister. Zhong Lijun said, that batch of things was only rewarded by the palace a few days ago, and they haven't been counted and sorted out.

Lan Hanxian's voice was very calm: "Then send it to the main hall." ”