Chapter 432: Prince of Southern Qi

Five days is not a long time, but it is not short.

The people who followed the mission were not only Ye Dehai, but also a prince of Nanqi.

It is said that the emperor of Nanqi felt that his sons were too enjoyable at home and did not understand the people's livelihood and suffering, so he specially asked him to come to Beiyu to have a look.

But in this situation, it is indeed not a wise move to send a prince.

Feng Qingzhan also felt the same, so after learning the news for the first time, he went to the county lord's mansion with the news.

"The Prince? What is my uncle thinking, planning to send a son to death and then fight? ”

As soon as she heard the news, Ye Fuyi smiled, she didn't need to guess at all, there was only one idea that was suitable.

But although her goduncle was a little mediocre and lustful, she didn't feel that she was as confused as outsiders said that she got along that time, and she shouldn't have done this kind of thing.

But these things are connected together, but they are also more or less absurd.

"This king also thinks the same as you. It's just that this thing is ridiculous to say. Feng Qingzhan frowned slightly, wondering if they were wrong.

But one person is wrong, and the two people have the same idea, and it is not just a coincidence that can be explained.

"It's really strange to say this, it's just that the mission will arrive in two days, and then we'll see what identity he uses as a prince."

Feng Qingzhan smiled lightly, and then took out a small package from his shirt as if offering a treasure.

The light purple wrapping material was a little thick, and Ye Fuyi glanced at it briefly, but he didn't guess what it was.

But looking at his little joy and even waiting for praise, she vaguely guessed something.

"Fu Yi, this king sees that you like to eat pastries on weekdays, so he specially brought a new store. You taste it and see how the craftsmanship is. ”

Feng Qingzhan coughed lightly and pretended to speak coldly.

His posture is so contrived that one can see at a glance that there is something else in it.

"New store? Now that the momentum of Zuixian Building is so great, I want to see which shopkeeper is not long-sighted, and at this time he will start to grab business with us. ”

Ye Fuyi smiled lightly and opened the cloth bag in front of Feng Qingzhan.

There are six pieces of pastry neatly stacked inside, with different colors and patterns, and at first glance they are not a category.

Hearing her sarcasm, Feng Qingzhan couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face, and protested in a low voice:

"The most important thing to do is the wine and food, and although the dim sum is a must, you can't help but let other confectionery shops in Kyoto do business......

After he finished speaking, when he looked up, he happened to bump into Ye Fuyi looking at him suspiciously, and suddenly turned his face away from her with a little weakness.

"Of course, you can't not allow others to do business, but whose pastries sell like this? Your Royal Highness, are you sure you weren't killed by the shopkeeper when you went? ”

Ye Fuyi smiled and teased, reached out and pinched a piece of pastry to taste.

The tea cake is slightly bitter, but the fragrance is still there. The osmanthus cake is slightly sweet and a little sticky. The layers of mille-feuille cakes are distinct, but the hardness of the cake layer is obviously not in place.

And the last mung bean cake is the simplest, although there is no mistake, but if it is good, it is definitely not counted.

After tasting this meal, Ye Fuyi really couldn't say anything to praise.

After all, this pastry is not to mention that it is compared to the chef of her Drunken Immortal Building, even in any pastry shop, it is 108,000 miles away.

Even though she wanted to encourage this merchant who had just opened a store, she really couldn't get that out of her mouth.

"Whisk clothes, what do you think it tastes like, do you like it?" Feng Qingzhan looked at her with burning eyes, his eyes full of expectation.

It seems that he really wants to know Ye Fuyi's evaluation. It's important to him.

Ye Fuyi rarely saw anything to him except her, let alone just a few pastries, it was impossible for her not to suspect that there was something wrong with it.

"Tell me, how long did it take you to learn this pastry?" Ye Fuyi carefully put aside her leftover pastries with a smile in her eyes, and then the brick met Feng Qingzhan's eyes, and then asked.

She knew that he was busy on weekdays and couldn't take care of cooking, so his craft had actually stopped.

Although it can be eaten, if it is said to be delicious, it is absolutely not counted.

But although today's pastry tastes bad, his intentions, as long as she is not blind, can see clearly.

"This king didn't do it, it's from the store outside." Feng Qingzhan denied it, looking at Ye Fuyi's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little more unnatural.

He was clearly weak-hearted. Even if the restraint is good, you can see the clues.

"Really? Then the prince took me to see whose shopkeeper's craftsmanship was so poor that he dared to open a shop. Ye Fuyi's smile grew, looking at his appearance of not admitting it, he felt a little cute.

She must be crazy to think that this dead tsundere man still has a cute side.

"Poor craftsmanship? The king asked the people in the house, and they clearly said that it tasted good! Feng Qingzhan heard that she couldn't say it well, and immediately became anxious.

When he realized that he had leaked his mouth, he frowned with some annoyance, and scolded in a low voice: "These dog minions, I have to break their legs when I go back to this king!" ”

Ye Fuyi looked at his puffing appearance, and the smile between his eyebrows was even stronger, and he reached out uncontrollably and pinched his face.

By the time she realized what she had done, it was too late.

"Fuyi, you ......" Feng Qingzhan's eyes were burning, looking at Ye Fuyi, who hurriedly withdrew her hand, with excitement on her face, and then reached out and grabbed her hand.

"The people in your house naturally want to say that your cooking is delicious. But let me ask you, didn't you make pastries all morning? ”

Ye Fuyi turned her head to look out, thinking that she might have overlooked the details just now.

On weekdays, Feng Qingzhan would come early in the morning if he had nothing to do, otherwise, he would come in the afternoon or evening.

Although she came late, she felt that it was unnecessary, and persuaded him to take time to go back to the palace to rest. But he didn't hear it once.

I didn't come early or late today, and I brought the pastries he made himself, didn't he get up early in the morning to get something?

"It's not ...... This king started yesterday afternoon, but he hasn't done it well, so he only came today. I didn't expect it to be so bad......"

Feng Qingzhan sighed lightly, looking at the pastry noodles that were put aside by Ye Fuyi with annoyance.

He reached out and grabbed it, but was interrupted by her outstretched hand.

"What are you doing? I've eaten half of it, and you're going to take it back? Feng Qingzhan, do you want to be so stingy? ”

Ye Fuyi made a preemptive move, and his slightly unhappy tone also made Feng Qingzhan suddenly give up this idea.

It's just that he was disgusted and then disliked, so he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.