At the same time that Han Tao was in full swing to investigate the case, another incident caused a sensation in the entire Fengquan Mansion.

The eleventh prince invests heavily in recruiting chefs from all over the world, as long as he can make dishes that satisfy the eleventh prince, each person will be rewarded with fifty taels of gold.

For a while, the cooks, who thought they had two brushes, were eager to try it.

There were countless cooks who gathered from all over Fengquan Mansion to Fucheng, and everyone wanted to pocket the fifty taels of gold.

Money can make ghosts grind, and every penny is worth everything.

Fifty taels of gold in the home of an ordinary person is enough for them to have food and clothing for several generations.

Yang Canzheng was happy that the eleventh prince couldn't notice him, but he was too happy too early, and the matter of recruiting a chef fell on his head.

Wu Qing definitely won't leave An Chengluo for half a step, besides, with his face that can freeze people, as long as people go to that station, not to mention who can let go of their hands and feet to cook, it is estimated that it will be good not to be scared away.

Jiang Ling was secretly sent to Lingzhou, so naturally it would not be his turn to do this, otherwise it would be better to hand over this kind of matter to Jiang Ling.

Fortunately, Yang Can is not a straw bag, worried that he will be punished by the eleventh prince to brush the gong bucket if he can't do it well, Yang Can doesn't dare to be vague about this matter at all, he is very attentive, and he does everything himself.

Even the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the cooks who came to sign up for the event were arranged by Yang Can personally, and everything was done in an orderly manner.

Han Tao was almost furious, and he couldn't wait to spray An Chengluo's face with blood, and it took a long time to smooth this breath.

He was tired and tired of investigating the case, running forward and running, and three meals a day were not at the right time.

The eleventh prince is good, he is so idle that he runs to recruit some cook, and the reward is still fifty taels of gold.

Han Tao only complained about why he didn't go to be a cook before, what kind of messenger should he be!

Tired and tired for half a lifetime, it is better to be a cook, as long as you make a dish that satisfies the eleventh prince, fifty taels of gold will be in hand.

It's really more popular than people, and he is also ordered to investigate the case, why is he so miserable?

Fortunately, there has been significant progress in the case, otherwise sooner or later, he would have become depressed and vomit blood to death.

For a whole day, An Chengluo sat in the room, watched the subordinate bring a dish, tasted it and shook his head, and then was withdrawn by the subordinate again.

The cook corresponding to the dish that was removed was also invited out of the post house kitchen by Yang Can at the same time, saying that it was very polite to invite him, and it was considered merciful not to be thrown out, but there were too many people who came to sign up every day, and he couldn't arrange it at all.

One was taken out of the kitchen, and another cook was brought in, repeating every charter made by the previous man.

In the end, there were too many people and the kitchen was too small, so Yang Can simply circled a vacant lot in front of the post house, set up a stove in the vacant space, and let several people cook at the same time.

Every dish that is brought in to An Chengluo to eat is tested for poison with a silver needle, and only after confirming that it is non-toxic will it be sent in.

In such a crowded situation, Yang Can didn't dare to take risks, in case among these people who came to sign up, there were some ill-intentioned people, if something happened to the eleventh prince, he couldn't afford it.

For three days in a row, there were countless meals sent to An Chengluo, but so far, there are almost no foods that can satisfy him.

said that it was to satisfy him, but in fact, it was whether it could offset the sleep time.

For that short dozen hours, he can be regarded as fighting.

He had survived more than 900 hours before, why was it so difficult in the last ten hours?

In three days, I don't know how many people were brushed off, and the cooks who rushed to Fucheng finally realized that it was not so easy to make dishes that satisfied the eleventh prince.

Fifty taels of gold is so easy to earn?

The longer the time passed, the heat slowly decreased, from hundreds of people a day to dozens of people a day to sign up now.

It's really the past few days, there are too many people who brush it off.

Yang Can looked at the gradually decreasing number of people and couldn't help but start to sigh.

The eleventh prince has never tasted satisfactory food so far, and he won't even have a person who makes a dish that satisfies the eleventh prince in the end, right?

Does that count as messing up this matter?

Will the eleventh prince punish him to brush the gong bucket?

He really doesn't want to!

While he was thinking about it, a small official brought a dish.

It's only because each dish needs to be seen and tested for poison by himself, and then there is no problem before it will be sent to the eleventh prince.

But looking at the dish in front of him, Yang Can couldn't help frowning, and shouted coldly to the little official: "Is it true that all cats and dogs are allowed to participate in it now?" What does this do? ”

Yang Can said as he picked up a black thing on the plate with one hand, handed it to the little official's eyes, and said with a displeased face: "You tell me what this is?" ”

The little official was so frightened that his hand holding the plate trembled slightly, and he said in fear: "Yes...... This is...... Roasted sweet potatoes. ”

"Roasted sweet potatoes!" Yang Can's voice couldn't help but rise a few points, and he glared: "Do you think this will be a dish that can satisfy the eleventh prince?" I don't give you anything to eat, do you think the eleventh prince can eat it? ”

How dare the little official reply, his whole body trembled like a sieve gang.

"This is made by something that doesn't have a brain, it's perfunctory to use this kind of thing, he's not afraid of losing his head, I still want this head!" Yang Can said sharply: "Bring him to me!" ”

The little official hurriedly claimed that it was, put the plate of roasted sweet potatoes on the table in front of Yang Can, and hurriedly retreated.

It's so terrifying, Yang Shen will feel like he is going to eat people.

After a short time, a tiger-headed teenager was brought to Yang Can.

The young man was dressed in a coarse linen robe covered with patches, the material of which had long been washed and turned white, and the color of the garment was not visible.

Yang Can looked down at the young man coldly, and said coldly: "Is that the roasted sweet potato you made?" ”

The young man bowed with a stern face and said, "Yes, my lord." ”

Yang Can suddenly became angry, slapped the table board fiercely, and shouted, "Do you have a long brain?" What a noble body the eleventh prince is, so this kind of shoddy thing for the eleventh prince to eat, are you tired and crooked? ”

The young man raised his head, looked up at Yang Can, and said with a serious face: "The adults only say that they want to recruit cooks from all over the world, and they want to make dishes that satisfy the eleventh prince, are there any regulations on what can be eaten and what things cannot be eaten, why can't roasted sweet potatoes?" ”

Yang Canji pointed at his angry eyes and said: "That's recruiting cooks from all over the world, how old are you, what kind of cook are you!" ”

The young man also had a straight face, and did not back down, and said: "At home, I am the cook, of course I am a cook." Why don't you take this roasted sweet potato to the eleventh prince to taste it, anyway, the eleventh prince didn't say it, he doesn't eat roasted sweet potatoes. ”

Yang Can rolled his eyes fiercely.

The eleventh prince didn't say it, it is estimated that even the eleventh prince himself didn't expect that someone would use roasted sweet potatoes to fool people.

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