The people who were personally selected by the emperor to go to the imperial dining room were arranged by Ling Juncheng in this small Qingle Palace, which is really condescending!

No matter how good his cooking skills are, he can't let the martial arts that his family has buried himself in her, and he has become a frog at the bottom of the well.

Zhou Song smiled faintly, he shook his head and said: "It is the honor of a slave to be able to serve the concubine Niangniang in Qingle Palace, how can a slave feel wronged?" ”

"The slave is afraid that the food he cooks is not to the mother's taste."

He replied, and his speech and demeanor appeared gentle and polite.

"You really don't feel wronged?" Su Xi looked at his expression and felt quite sincere.

But it doesn't make sense, how could this person's ability be impressed by the several times the amount of money that Ling Juncheng gave him?

"Food should be made for people who know how to taste." Zhou Songyun spit out this sentence lightly.

Su Xi was drinking tea with a teacup, and after hearing him say this, she paused to drink tea.

"If you say this, aren't you afraid that the words will reach the emperor's ears and make him unhappy?"

Zhou Song used to serve the emperor, didn't he mean that Ling Juncheng didn't know how to taste the food he made?

"This was said by the slave in front of the emperor, if he wants to be angry, he should be angry more than a hundred times."

Zhou Song's face was full of indifference.

The emperor's appetite has always been bad, and every time he cooks a meal, he just moves casually and is sent back to the imperial dining room.

Although he tried his best to make it for him, he still couldn't help him eat more.

But as long as the concubine goes to the Heart Cultivation Palace to eat, there will definitely be no leftover of the meal made in the imperial dining room.

As a chef, there is nothing more enjoyable than being liked for the food you have worked so hard to cook.

So when the emperor said that he would send someone to the small kitchen of Qingle Palace, he volunteered to come.

Not to mention, when he came to this Qingle Palace, he also cooked very hard.

"Your cooking skills are not picky, I am very satisfied, you spend so much effort every day, it is really hard for you."

Su Xi said, and glanced at Mai Sui.

"Imperial Chef Zhou, this is what the concubine gave you last time." Mai Sui then took out the reward silver prepared in advance.

Zhou Song arched his hand and said: "What the slave does is what is within his reach, if there is nothing to do, the slave will go down first to get busy." ”

He didn't reach for the money, he didn't even look up.

Mai Sui's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

She turned her head to look at Su Xi, and she didn't know whether to force the silver in her hand to Zhou Song.

"Okay, you get busy first."

Su Xi took a sip of tea from the teacup.

Zhou Song bowed and then turned to leave, walking with a fluttering step, and soon disappeared into the courtyard.

"Niangniang, this week's imperial chef is too innocent, he doesn't even look at such a bag of silver in front of him, if he changes someone else, he can't wait to put it in his pocket!"

"Ears of wheat, these rewards have been given to you." Su Xi saw Mai Sui staring at the silver, and his eyes were shining.

She probably hadn't seen her so generous.

Mai Sui opened her mouth in surprise, and in the next second, she grinned so much that her gums were exposed.

"Slave and maid thank you Niangniang Longen!"

She quickly put the bag of silver in her pocket.

It's the first time that the master has made such a big spending!

Suddenly remembering something, she pursed her lips and said softly: "Niangniang, I didn't see Mu Yang today, and I don't know where he went to be lazy, so it's not good to be an errand when he is on an errand......"