"Xiuyi, which palaces are you going to send lunch to today?"

Tian Luo held the menu handed over by each palace in his hand, and waited with a pen to check the dishes that Wei Qing was interested in cooking today.

"Don't send it," Wei Qing waved her hand: "Tell them that this palace is researching new dishes these days, don't look for me if you don't want to test the poison, it's annoying." ”

"Yes......" Tian Luo responded, hesitated for a moment, took out the piece of paper sent by Changfang from it, and said softly: "Your Majesty's..."

"Hasn't he been sick lately?" Wei Qing squinted at Tian Luo, obviously remembering some bad memories: "The people in the imperial dining room make medicinal food for him every day, let him take medicine well, don't think about this and that for a day, lest I eat my food and get better slowly, and I will be nagged by those old men." ”

"Yes," this time Tian Luo should be fast: "Then before Your Majesty recovers, the slaves and maids all rejected Changfang's manager like this." ”

"Hmph, this palace has long known what you're thinking in your little girl's mind," Wei Qing gave her a roll of the eyes, and said with a smile: "It's cheap to pick up Changfang for nothing, what's the matter, don't give half to your mother?" ”

In this palace, there are two places with the heaviest fireworks, one is the imperial dining room in the middle courtyard, and the other is Wei Qing's Taihong Palace.

Taihong Palace, formerly known as Crimson Palace, has the meaning of a rainbow after the rain, but Wei Xiuyi felt that this name sounded like it would suppress the anger and make good dishes, so he begged the emperor to change it to Taihong.

It is said that she is just a cultivator, and she can't sit on the throne of the palace, but one is that she is an old man in the original prince's mansion, and the other is that when Li Siyuan moved into the palace when he moved into the palace, except for Yi Shu, everyone's appetite was raised by her and she couldn't do without her, and the emperor pushed the boat down the river and left a palace closest to the Yangxin Palace for her.

Originally, this was just an emperor's exclusive kitchen, but Wei Qing was friendly with everyone, and when he first came to the palace, many people were a little "unsuitable", and because he must pass through here to send love to the emperor, he was attracted by the faint fragrance here, and couldn't help knocking on the door.

Over time, Wei Qing's Taihong Palace automatically received thirty percent of the noble meals from the imperial dining room, received the menus handed over by everyone every day, and cooked according to the mood.

For this reason, the two side halls were even converted into large kitchens, with all kinds of materials and utensils.

Every meal, this palace is filled with the smell of a variety of delicacies and aromatic meals, and the winter is even more cloudy, like a fairyland, which is worth seeing.

Although Wei Qing verbally rejected the menus from various palaces, in fact, some people's dishes still had to be made.

For example, the casserole that the shells are guarding.

In this pot is the yam pork rib soup simmered for Wei Qing and Shen Qingjun, which has been simmering for half an hour, presumably the fat has already surfaced, which makes the aroma permeate the entire small kitchen.

Hearing that there was a great victory at the border pass, Li Siyuan's holy decree was a volume, ordering General Shen to return to Beijing, Shen Qingjun was so excited that he couldn't sleep these days, thinking about his only relative all night long, and wishing that the horse could ride in the wind.

If it was just fun, it would be fine, but she also ran to the ancestral hall of the old General Shen and Mrs. Shen, holding the wine, laughing and crying, talking about her grievances, and talking in a daze about her brother, meritorious service, marriage, victory and other broken and scattered dream words.

It doesn't look like the cold and arrogant Shen Qingjun at all, and he can't wait to vent his emotions that have been indifferent for three years at once.

Her friends live alone in Dongling Palace, and she can't get used to the food sent by others, and the two of them can't take care of her, let alone the rough maid who can't get close.

Wei Qing had no choice but to squeeze out time not to worry, so she could only squeeze out time to boil the decanting soup, boil the stomach-nourishing porridge, simmer the pork rib soup, and follow a dozen palace maids, marching towards the Dongling Palace.

It's a pity that Shen Qingjun has a problem, he is drunk and doesn't recognize people, but he is strong in martial arts, and no one can get close when he is not sober.

So Wei Qing could only tell Qingtuan glutinous rice to hide Shen Qingjun's wine in advance, and she had to go to her palace by herself, forcing Shen Qingjun, who was half-asleep and half-awake, to pour the sobering soup, and then forced her to eat porridge and gnaw pork ribs for one-stop service, and finally warned her not to drink too much, and she would come back tomorrow.

As for whether warnings are useful...... Anyway, the palaces haven't eaten Wei Qing's dishes for more than ten days.

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On this day, Wei Qing had just returned to the palace, picking up and cleaning up the scraps in the lunch box, when he saw a head emerging from the side of the stove.

was so frightened that she almost smashed the lid in her hand on his head, thanks to the little prince who was hiding to show his head quickly, otherwise it would be the same treatment as his father.

Wei Qing thrust in her waist and exhaled, her eyes were not good: "Tell me, when did you come?" Why do you want to hide here? How long have you been hiding? ”

Unlike the imaginary cat and mouse, the little prince had obvious frustration on his face, and he didn't answer Wei Qing's question, and sullenly found a chair with his back to Wei Qing.

"What's wrong?"

After all, there was a five or six-year-old boy in front of him, even if he grew up in the royal family, he was still as young as other children on the surface, and suddenly left himself with a wronged back, Wei Qing felt unbearable.

"Wei Xiuyi refuses to take my recipe...... "The little prince's voice became smaller and smaller: "So this prince will find it himself." ”

"Did you find it?"

"It smells quite fragrant," the little prince pointed to the bag of decanting soup left by the shells, and pouted: "But it's bitter to eat." ”

"Is that not it?" Wei Qing thought of Shen Qingjun, who almost didn't wake up, and spread his hands: "Someone doesn't listen to the lesson, and the palace specially put several bitter medicines. ”

"Wei Xiuyi......" Li Chongxuan held the side of the bench with his small hand, and looked at Wei Qing with tears in his eyes: "This prince... I want to eat a silk yam. ”

"You kid," Wei Qing really couldn't stand Xiao Zhengtai selling pity in front of her, so she hurriedly went over and picked up Li Chongxuan, patted him on the back and coaxed: "What are you suffering for, don't cry, don't cry, do it for you, do it for you." ”

"Tian Luo," Wei Qing instructed while coaxing the child, "go find the imperial dining room and get some yams and rock sugar." ”

"Wei Xiuyi..."Li Chongxuan, who was lying in Wei Qing's arms, said in a muffled voice: "Isn't there a yam hidden behind your vegetable shelf?" ”

“...... It was an iron stick yam left for Shen Qingjun, which was used to replenish the qi and quench thirst. ”

"Can't this prince eat it?"

“...... There is a lot of yam meat in the imperial dining room, and it is made of a large size. ”

"This prince has a very small stomach."

"This yam is too fine, it is easy to get a lot of sugar and stick to the teeth."

"This prince has just been bitter, and he wants to eat sweet."

“...... Is it okay for the little prince to be well-behaved? This palace will cook sesame lanterns for you next time. ”

"But I want to eat this yam today......"

"Are you disobedient? Well? Wei Qing's voice was no longer gentle, and the hand placed on the back of the little prince did not continue to pat to comfort him, but moved to the back of his neck, as if threatening.

"But I..." The little prince raised his head, and wanted to refute until he saw the fierce light on Wei Qing's face, and said from the bottom of his heart: "This prince is really looking forward to the yams in the imperial dining room~ Xiuyi Niangniang must put more sugar~"

"Of course," a satisfied smile appeared on Wei Qing's face: "What you want to eat next time you can tell Bengong directly, but you can't hide in the small kitchen anymore and rummage, understand?" ”

"Got it!" The little prince who felt liberated looked happy: "Wei Xiuyi, I want to eat the iron stick yam behind your vegetable shelf!" ”