"You don't have to be so timid, just treat me like everyone else." Having said that, Murong Lin was still a little proud in his heart.

But in the blink of an eye, he was not so proud, and Murong Lin didn't want to gain other respect by virtue of his status.

"This Shizi is here this time to ask you how to make sweet and sour pork ribs." The chef's eyes widened in surprise: "If the little one remembers correctly, the secret recipe for sweet and sour pork ribs was sold to our shopkeeper by the princess, why didn't the princess ask the princess?" ”

"It's because it's her secret recipe that it's hard to ask her for advice. This is a gift from the son of this world, and the key is in the heart. Murong Lin said seriously, but there were only four books that knew the truth, and he couldn't help but want to snicker in his heart.

"The prince is sincere and studious, and the little one is doing his best to teach, and the princess will definitely feel the sincerity of the prince." The chef couldn't help but be a little moved, thinking that the nobles of the high-ranking family were all unsympathetic people, but he didn't expect Murong Lin to be so affectionate.

Without any defense, the chef stretched out his hand and generously invited Murong Lin and Siben into the kitchen. The sweet and sour pork ribs were made by only one chef, and the rest of the people were curious and watched from the sidelines.

The chef who made the ribs also specially found an apron for them,

"Don't dislike it, this is all washed, it's very clean, and only wearing this apron can prevent your clothes from getting dirty." Murong Lin plucked up the courage to wrap the apron, and then arched his hand: "Please also ask the master to bother." ”

"Now that he has become a master and apprentice, if the prince does anything wrong, the little one will definitely not tolerate it." To become a qualified chef, like any other industry, it takes many years of hard work, and the teachers are very strict.

The chef also took the land with him for a few years, and he perfectly inherited all the habits of the previous masters. Murong Lin looked at the rolling pin in his hand, feeling a little unhappy and a little stunned.

"It's nature." So far, Murong Lin has to bite the bullet, otherwise if it spreads, wouldn't it make others laugh and be generous.

"The first step is to wash the ribs and cut them into sections." As soon as the chef gave the order, Murong Lin began to move.

Because of the habit of practicing swords for many years, Murong Lin's knife skills are still very good, and every section of the ribs under his hands is very average.

The next steps of marinating and blanching the pork ribs, although there were some stumbles, but it went smoothly, and the chef was relieved to hand it over to him to do it boldly, not expecting that it would gradually lose control later.

According to the practice of cooking, the oil has to be heated before it can be cooked, and Siben squatted in front of the stove and filled it with firewood.

Murong Lin held the ribs in one hand and the shovel in the other. Chef stood behind him with his hands behind his back,

"Lord Shizi, you should pour the oil first."

"Okay." Seeing Murong Lin put the ribs down and picked up the oil basin, the chef couldn't help but want to laugh, but he couldn't laugh anymore in the next second.

The pot on the stove was burned and smoking, and even a little red, and Murong Lin poured the oil basin violently, almost half of the basin of oil was poured down.

Perhaps due to the stimulation of heat and cold, the oil in the pot suddenly exploded, and the oil drops fell on Murong Lin's body as if it was raining.

The people next to him were also affected, and hurriedly escaped through the exit, and the chef quickly picked up the lid of the pot and covered it.

According to this posture, if it is a little later, the whole pot will be on fire. Listening to the movement in the pot, Murong Lin reached out and opened the lid of the pot, his hands had been scalded with a few small bubbles from the oil just now, and the chef couldn't say anything about him.

The oil in the pot didn't seem to be burnt yet, and Murong Lin looked at the chef a little blankly: "Master, can you pour it down?" The chef glanced at it, and for the first time was a little skeptical about his cooking skills: "It looks like it's okay, you can pour it." Listening to his words, the ribs fell into the pot and became mushy in an instant.

Murong Lin didn't see it, he was still stir-frying with a spatula. As soon as the chef wanted to stop him from doing it again, he saw Murong Lin reach out and take a bottle of soy sauce.

"Lord Shizi, that's not vinegar." Murong Lin was taken aback by the chef, and as soon as his hand shook, the soy sauce spilled on his sleeve.

casually wiped his apron, Murong Lin took the vinegar and sugar handed by the chef, and poured them all into it as if he didn't want money.

The uncle didn't know what to say about him anymore.

"What is this?" Murong Lin was disgusted while serving out the ribs in the pot. His ribs didn't show the color of the sauce at all, and the whole plate exuded both sour and sweet, mixed with the smell of burnt charcoal from time to time.

Murong Lin looked at his masterpiece, surprised and annoyed, and the chef sighed helplessly: "It's not easy for the prince to do this, next time I will definitely be able to do better." The chef's helpless tone made Siben laugh out loud without giving face.

Murong Lin was embarrassed, took off the apron around his waist, and said with a blue face: "Then I will bother the master to teach me next time." Seeing Murong Lin walking out from behind like this, everyone in the teahouse who knew him didn't see it.

Sifen held back his laughter and asked someone to bring the carriage. Murong Lin pretended to be calm, lifted the hem of his clothes and wanted to get into the car, but saw the soy sauce stains on his cuffs.

His brow jumped, the expression on his face a little cracked, and he quickly got into the car and lowered the curtain. When the carriage returned to the small courtyard, the two of them did the same, wanting to sneak back to the study from the backyard, but they were bumped into by Feng Xiaoyue, who came out to water the bauhinia tree.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Xiaoyue saw that Murong Lin was covered in oil, and she wanted to laugh and dislike it.

"Go back to the princess, the prince is going," Siben was covered by Murong Lin before he could say anything.

"It's just a special mission, it doesn't matter." Today's events are too embarrassing, how could Murong Lin say it.

"Let's go back to the shower and change clothes." Feng Xiaoyue had a guess in her heart, but she couldn't believe it.

Murong Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt a little lost in his heart. Murong Lin returned to his room, and Siben patted his chest: "Great, Lord Shi, your matter of learning to cook for the princess has not been exposed." Glancing at him meaningfully, Murong Lin saw that the hot water was ready, so he took off his robe and let out a long sigh.

That day, Murong Lin was embarrassed, as if he had become a blind adjustment, which made Feng Xiaoyue can't help but show her face every time she thinks about it.

On this day, Feng Xiaoyue went up the mountain to see if there were some plants on the mountain that would only grow in early spring. After a winter's devastation, many plants in the mountains and forests are difficult to grow, making Feng Xiaoyue's road easier to walk and her vision more broad.

However, it is desolate and difficult to produce any valuable plants. When Feng Xiaoyue sighed, she suddenly remembered Murong Lin again.

She was distracted for a moment, and then she slipped on her feet. Feng Xiaoyue propped up the stone in her hand and barely stabilized her figure.

Gasping in panic, Feng Xiaoyue struggled to stand up, but found a strange flower tree at hand.

Judging by the size, the tree is supposed to be just a shrub, and its flowers seem to bloom only in winter, and now they are withering around the tree.

The shape of the flower resembles that of a roselle, but its growth habits are completely different. Roselle likes warmth, light, and is suitable for growing in sandy or clayey soils.

And this flower grows in the crevices of the rocks, blooms in winter and withers in spring, which is also strange. I don't know what this flower is called, so Feng Xiaoyue plans to borrow the name of Luo Shen temporarily.

Xiaoyun walked behind with a bag of things, and finally caught up, and saw Feng Xiaoyue lying on the ground.

"Miss, are you alright?" Xiaoyun almost threw out everything in her hand in a panic, Feng Xiaoyue stood up with her hand: "I'm fine, bring the flower hoe." Xiaoyun handed over the things and helped Feng Xiaoyue move the rocks away one by one.

Feng Xiaoyue took the flower hoe, like archaeology, and slowly tried it from the edge. With the courage to pick it up, Feng Xiaoyue finally took out the flowers.

Xiao Yun poked his head and felt that there was nothing special about this small tree.

"Miss, what is this? It's useless to look at. Afraid that the rocks would slide, Xiaoyun simply sat on the stones.

Feng Xiaoyue divided the small tree into several branches according to the direction of the taproot, and obtained a total of five small shrubs.

"This is roselle, which can be used as medicine or as tea." is so similar to Roselle, Feng Xiaoyue boldly guessed that it might be so.

"This flower is very suitable for women to use more, if you use this flower to make tea every day, you can beautify your skin, nourish your qi and replenish your blood."

"Does that work?" Xiaoyun exclaimed,

"But why hasn't anyone ever used it?"

"Haven't you ever had this flower in the drugstore?" Xiaoyue was a little surprised at this time. Xiaoyun nodded,

"Probably not." Never-before-seen flower tea, this is a new market. Feng Xiaoyue was secretly happy in her heart,

"Let's go back quickly and plant these flowers in the greenhouse and see if we can survive." This flower looks like it blooms in winter, but the branches are sparse and the growth is not good, so Feng Xiaoyue thought of planting it in a different way, maybe it could have an unexpected harvest.

Finding new plants, Feng Xiaoyue has been concentrating on observing the growth in the greenhouse, never thinking that the rumors about her in the city have been overwhelming.

Now it is rumored in the streets and alleys that King Han has a great relationship with the princess of King Li. Murong Xi just laughed when he heard this, and did not respond, but Murong Lin couldn't sit still.

The rumors all came from the alley of Murong Lin's small courtyard, and he always thought that the few people in the courtyard couldn't keep their mouths shut, but he forgot that there was another person living in the alley.

Ge Xiling sat on the couch, listening to Huan'er tell how the outside was spreading falsehood, and her face was proud.

"King Han is too unrestrained, and he gets along closely with the princess, which is obvious to many people. Therefore, most people in the city believe it, and even the prince has heard about it, and he must have had a dislike with the princess. ”

"Miss, you are really like a god." Huan'er praised it very unwillingly.

"That's nature, it's all under my control." Ge Xianling smiled from ear to ear, gently picked up the freshly built tea on the table, took a sip in a pretended gesture, and put it down again.

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