"It's strange, it's obviously done according to Sister Huamian's practice, why does it taste bitter?"

Yuan Kongming picked up a piece from the plate again, the difference was that this time he specially selected a piece of chicken wings that didn't look so black, and the bamboo skewers were not baked.

Seeing that the third prince was about to bite down, Ziyuan looked a little nervous and said, "The third prince still wants to try?" I was scared of the concubine just now."

"Sister Shion didn't think someone was secretly poisoning, right? Rest assured, I'm just a prince who doesn't have the right to inherit, there's no point in assassinating me."

"Besides, I just want to taste what the food I made for the first time tasted like, but why is that? Obviously, it was done according to Sister Huamian's practice."

"But this piece looks fine, I have paid attention to detail when I bake it"

Indeed, the chicken wings that are now held in his hand look no different from what Hua Mian did, maybe it was really a success?

In order to avoid repeating the previous situation, Ziyuan still prepared two glasses of wine and put them within reach of Yuan Kongming, and then watched the other party open his mouth and bite down.

This texture is softer than the one just now! And a lot of soup! And it's not bitter!

After taking a bite and chewing, he felt that there was still something wrong, and after turning the chicken wings in his hand to the position where he had bitten them, Genkong Ming found that there was blood in the white and tender chicken.

"Phew... Phew..."

Grabbing the copper basin on the table that holds the water for cleaning hands, he spit out all the chicken that had been half chewed in his mouth, and then picked up the porcelain cup containing osmanthus wine on the table and poured it into his mouth.

The difference is that this time he controlled the wine in his mouth, did not slip a drop into his throat, and then spit into the basin.

Although the Dongliu people could accept eating raw fish, they could not tolerate the blood of birds and animals in their food, which even Shion in Flower Street had heard of, perhaps related to the gods they believed in their own country.

After Yuan Kongming spit out the wine in his mouth, Zi Yuan took out a new pa, carefully wiped it clean, and said at the same time: "Now the third prince knows?" Some things seem simple, and they are all exercised for a long time, just like the girls dancing on the flower stage below, the girls of every family can dance, how can we tell who dances better? ”

"These must depend on the amount of practice between the dance teacher and himself on weekdays", after wiping it, he put the handkerchief in his hand aside, and continued: "But the three princes don't have to be depressed about this, the flower girl has things that are suitable for the flower girl to do, and the three princes also have things that the three princes can do."

Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Zi Yuan got up and called Xiao Ling'er, and told her to go to the front to get roast wings and osmanthus wine, and he walked next to the piano, and said: "The third prince will mute for a while, and the concubine will play a few songs."

When Xiao Ling'er came to the front of the building, Huamian and a few people were busy around a few stalls, and the people who handed over the wine to the charcoal and wrapped dim sum were very busy.

Seeing that no one greeted her, Xiao Ling'er didn't line up, and walked directly to the back of the stall, and said, "I said Chef Xia, what is the dish you asked me to bring in?" ”

"Any questions?" , Listening to her tone, it seems that something is wrong, but those chicken wings are all Yuan Kongming himself in front of so many people, what can be the problem with roasting them by himself? At best, it's just a little mushy.

"It's not that I'm going to pass, you've been in the building for so long, why don't you understand anything? Is that dish for people to eat? You still let me bring it in, you just sent what someone messed up to the third prince to eat? Can you afford to blame it? ”