"But, that's what I did for myself, not for the prince", seeing that the small stove he opened was about to be taken away, Cheng Yangyang trotted all the way to catch up, and the person in charge also trotted and wanted to stop her.

Cheng Yangyang followed the person who delivered the dishes into the inner courtyard, and at the gate of the front hall, every dish had to be tested for poison with a silver needle, which allowed her to successfully stop the person who snatched her teapot.

"Little brother, this is what I made for myself, coarse tea, the prince doesn't like it, you can give it back to me."

The man was unmoved, he glanced at the steward who had caught up, but the steward did not let go, he did not dare to make his own decisions.

"Girl, let's go, don't make any noise about the prince's dinner", the steward panted and stepped forward to pull her away, but Cheng Yangyang just didn't leave, she lowered her voice and tried not to affect the people inside to eat.

"Otherwise, you can pour me a glass, just a cup!" she held the cup in both hands and begged the man pitifully, she didn't drink it yet, she really wanted to drink it!

"Hurry up, get in!" the steward waved.

"Hey, don't go......" Cheng Yangyang wanted to cry without tears, she just made milk tea!

But her milk tea was still ruthlessly sent to the front hall and served to the table of the fourth prince.

The maids who passed the dishes all withdrew from the front hall, Cheng Yangyang knew that her milk tea was going to come back, she sat on the stone steps outside with a deflated ass, looking at the empty cup in her hand, depressed.

In the front hall, Nanfeng and others, who had been hungry for a day of playing and finally waited for today's dinner, saw that the food was on the table, and couldn't wait to move the chopsticks to send it to their mouths.

"Well, the food is good today", the man in red changed into gray clothes, and he looked much more restrained than during the day today.

"Yes, Ah, there has been a change of chef in the house?"

Nanfeng didn't say anything after the dishes came up, he tasted a few dishes silently, and only after making sure that the woman's craftsmanship was correct did he chatted with them.

"It's a change of cook, you've seen it", Nanfeng put down his chopsticks, he finally didn't have to listen to them complain about the sameness here today.

"Your cook, where have we seen it", a few people didn't believe it, they were the sons of important ministers of the court, how could they have time to meet a cook.

"Come on, call Cheng Yangyang in", Nanfeng can already call Cheng Yangyang's name directly.

The housekeeper in the front hall exited, and saw a person sitting on the steps of the door, he was slightly dissatisfied, and scolded the little guy waiting outside: "What are you eating, how can people come and go here at will, and don't drive people out quickly!"

Cheng Yangyang heard the sound coming from above her head, she looked back and saw that it was the housekeeper, so she got up, she knew that there were many rules here, since she couldn't sit here, she would go back to the kitchen and stay.

"Are you Miss Cheng?"

When Cheng Yangyang was about to leave, the housekeeper spoke up again, he took a step forward and confirmed that the person sitting was Cheng Yangyang, and the dissatisfaction on his face turned into politeness, "In the lower eye, it turned out to be Miss Cheng." ”

"Miss Cheng, the prince is invited", the housekeeper stretched out his hand to her to lead the way.

Cheng Yangyang thought she had misheard, she pointed at herself, "Me?"

"Yes!"

Under the steward's firm gaze, Cheng Yangyang walked up the steps with self-doubt and followed the butler into the front hall.

The front hall is really more atmospheric and luxurious than expected, and the calligraphy and painting vases can't be put in the study?

"Lord Wang, Miss Cheng is here", the housekeeper brought her, bowed respectfully to the south wind, and slowly retreated and stood aside, leaving Cheng Yangyang alone to stand in the hall.

"Ah, do you really want her to cook with her piano hand?"

When the man in gray heard Cheng Yangyang's name just now, he didn't believe that she made this table, but when he saw that the person who came in was really Cheng Yangyang, he couldn't stand it.

"She can do it", Nan Fengfan didn't think there was anything wrong, he knew first that she could cook, and then he knew that she could play the piano, which was not to blame him.

"She will, then you can't abuse other girls so badly, they are the hands of the piano!"

"But she's also very good at cooking," said another man who had already eaten, and if he had to choose her better, he really couldn't choose.

"You guys!"

Cheng Yangyang didn't have time to listen to what they were arguing about, and as soon as she came in, her eyes couldn't take off the teapot on the table, looking at the color in their cups, and they hadn't drunk the pot of milk tea yet.

Luckily, don't drink it, they'd better forget about the pot of milk tea, so that the dish can be returned to the kitchen and she can enjoy it herself.

But the more she thought about it, the more God was not as she wished.

Nanfeng had been staring at him since she came in, and he thought she was deliberately trying to attract his attention, but he found that her gaze didn't seem to be looking at him, but at something around him, which made him a little curious.

He followed her gaze and saw the teapot in his hand, and there were still droplets of water on the wall of the teapot, which was not a pot of hot tea!

Nanfeng stared at her expression and deliberately reached out to touch the pot of tea, her expression really became nervous, which made him even more curious about what was in the pot.

He picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank the wine in the glass, and then lifted the pot of tea and poured it into his glass.

"Don't!" Cheng Yangyang saw that Nanfeng poured milk tea for herself, and she wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"What is this?" Nanfeng thought that the pot was the honey passion fruit he had drunk before, but when he saw that the cup was like tea and not tea, like milk and not milk, he didn't understand.

His question attracted the three people who were arguing, and they all looked at Cheng Yangyang, waiting for an explanation.

Cheng Yangyang raised an embarrassed but polite smile, she knew that she couldn't hide, so she flattered her mouth, "Back to the prince, this is milk tea, it was made by the folk girls to drink it themselves, they served the wrong dish!"

In order to prove that what she said was true, Cheng Yangyang also showed them the empty teacup in his hand.

“......”

"You are bold, dare to use the things in the house to open a small stove for yourself", Nanfeng said lightly, and then drank the milk tea in the cup in one gulp.

It's not bad! It tastes quite like her.

He took one drink and didn't pour a second one.

When the other people saw it, they also poured themselves a glass curiously and tasted it, "Yes, it's just a big man drinking this, it seems weird."

Compared to the milk tea, they prefer the dishes on the table, and they don't want to eat too much in the summer, but they can't put down the dishes on the table.

"I didn't open a small stove privately......" Cheng Yangyang didn't want to admit it, but he didn't have the confidence, and the handle was in the hands of others.

"That's it, you can't let me go hungry until tomorrow", except for drinking a bowl of tea at the tea stall at noon, today she is a grain of rice that has not entered, that is, she can't stand it for a long time if she is someone else.