After a few simple side dishes were ready, almost everyone in the kitchen was drooling greedily. Zhao Qingyan simply made three dishes and one soup, a plate of mapo tofu, a plate of fried meat with dried beans and green peppers, and a plate of fried meatballs and a cabbage tofu soup.

It's the simplest home-cooked food, but it's such a simple and simple food, but the master chef who cooks in the kitchen is ashamed of himself. Zhao Qingyan's ability is clear to the entire Huai'en Mansion. It's just that she's been away from here for so long that everyone's impression of her is gradually blurred.

In the kitchen, the cooking master watched Zhao Qingyan put the last cabbage and tofu soup on the plate, and swallowed saliva unconsciously in his throat.

Everyone is leaving, the master can't help it anymore at this time, he wants to care what Zhao Qingyan's identity is, as long as she cooks deliciously, then her friend is a friend. The master hurriedly called out to Zhao Qingyan, who had already walked to the door of the kitchen, "Princess, you wait!"

In the kitchen for a while, the master's eyes stayed on him, and by his call, Zhao Qingyan didn't have to think about it to know what he wanted to say to himself. She turned around with the food box and looked at the big master, "What's wrong with you, master?"

This time, the master gave him enough face, and the people who learned to cook have reached a point where they have always looked down on other people in the same industry. But now that he saw Zhao Qingyan again, the master really felt convinced, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, "Can you give me your food?"

Zhao Qingyan opened her mouth and was about to say yes, but Wen Zichen, who had been eyeing Zhao Qingyan's dishes next to her, jumped out one step ahead of her, "No!" Wen Zichen stopped in front of Zhao Qingyan with her arms open like an animal that prefers food, for fear that she would give the dishes she made for herself to others.

The master was shocked by Wen Zichen. He was several rounds older than Wen Zichen, and tried hard to tell himself that a big man should not worry about Wen Zichen, a child. "Chen'er, don't mess around." Zhao Qingyan took Wen Zichen away.

didn't care about Wen Zichen anymore, Zhao Qingyan directly opened the lid of the food box and brought out the dishes that had just been placed and placed them on the stove. She raised her hand and made a gesture to the master and said, "Please." The master didn't hesitate without any hesitation, picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of tofu first.

This tofu is soft but not collapsed, and the master master is afraid that it will be rotten when he picks it up with chopsticks, but it is still good when he enters it. As soon as the tofu is smashed, it shatters with your mouth, and then the fragrance of the tofu spreads quickly in your mouth.

The most ordinary dish made Zhao Qingyan make its most purified taste. As a professional chef, although Master Chef felt that this dish was so delicious that people couldn't stop it, he also controlled himself not to let himself take a second course.

The fried pork and fried meatballs with dried tofu and green peppers that followed were also excellent. After the master master tasted every dish, he nodded solemnly at Zhao Qingyan and said, "The princess is a superb cook, and I am willing to bow to the wind."

Such a high evaluation of Zhao Qingyan is not easy to accept, and said modestly: "Master, you have a good reputation, and I owe some fire compared to other people's craftsmanship." After a few simple words, Zhao Qingyan took Wen Zichen back to the front hall.

After placing the dishes on the table, Wen Zichen couldn't wait to move the chopsticks. He couldn't wait for a moment, he was about to cry when the master ate the few mouthfuls of food just now, if it weren't for the education he received since childhood that suppressed him, he would have wanted to rush over and grab the food to eat.

A few dishes were all eaten cleanly in the end, Zhao Qingyan didn't have much appetite for what she cooked, she simply ate a small bowl of rice and put down her chopsticks. Most of these dishes were eaten by Wen Zichen.

Afraid that Wen Zichen would eat so much accumulated food, Zhao Qingyan asked his subordinates to make a decoction for Wen Zichen to drink. Today, the entire Huai'en Houfu people helped her, and Zhao Qingyan thought about what she should do to repay everyone. With the matter of the kitchen master just now, Zhao Qingyan directly had the answer.

Cooking is what she is best at, and food has been everyone's favorite since ancient times, so why doesn't she just repay everyone with what she is best at? Thinking like this, she carefully considered the good and bad, and finally felt that this was the best way to do it at the moment.

Because of Mrs. Cheng, she can't go out at will now, and many things are also restricted. Anyway, she was bored when she stayed here every day and had nothing to do, so cooking a meal for the next people not only repaid them, but also found something for herself to do.

If you are not idle, you will not think so much about some idle.

After making a decision, Zhao Qingyan asked Zhong Bo to come over. Uncle Zhong listened, thought about it carefully, but felt that this matter was inappropriate, "Princess, if you really thank everyone, you can give some reward." Do you see that since the establishment of my dynasty, what master would do this like you?"

This is not just as simple as cooking a meal, Zhao Qingyan, as Wen Qiao's princess, has always been different from those of them. No matter how kind the host is, such a thing will never be allowed. If there is confusion of dignity and humility, then some people will probably forget their identity in the long run.

Zhong's words silenced Zhao Qingyan. Although she has been living in this world for a long time, the idea in her head has always been that everyone in the world is equal. And the dignity and humility in other people's bones are so ingrained that it is impossible to think like her.

She was silent for a moment and said, "It's okay. Uncle Zhong, I think this matter is settled. I am a human being, and we are also human beings, so what is not to be done. She didn't give Uncle Zhong a chance to refuse, got up and walked outside with Wen Zichen.

Wen Zichen grew up with Zhao Qingyan since he was a child, and a large part of his personality and behavior have learned from her. Regarding this matter, Wen Zichen only knew that since Zhao Qingyan was willing to cook for the maid, it meant that he also had a good mouth, and it was too late for him to be happy, so how could he object.

The rain still hasn't stopped, and if it's a sunny day, Huai'en Houfu is so big, maybe you can find an open space to set up a few tables for everyone to gather and eat. But such weather is impossible, and in some spacious rooms, Zhao Qingyan does not dare to make decisions to let people in.

After thinking about it for a long time, she decided to let the people in each room bring the food back to eat. She does more, and that's enough. When Zhao Qingyan arrived in the kitchen, the master was taken aback, "Princess Shizi, who are you?" The expression on Zhao Qingyan's face was faint, she asked the maid to take something to tie up her wide sleeves, and said, "I'll cook tonight, you guys give me a hand."

The master tasted Zhao Qingyan's craftsmanship and agreed without thinking about it. He called a few more maids to help, and it was not yet time for dinner, but a dozen people had already begun to prepare the dishes they needed in advance.