said that he didn't eat a certain woman to make osmanthus cakes, but as soon as he returned to Langyuexuan, He Dongfeng still explained to Chaoyu: "This king is hungry, go and see what you have to eat, bring some." ”

Chaoyu looked like "I know". Master, you just said that you want to eat it, why do you go around so much?

When Chaoyu went to the kitchen, he saw that Fu Shi was already making a face, so he walked over: "Fu Shi, make more, my lord also loves to eat osmanthus cakes." ”

Qianshu grabbed a handful of flour again, anyway, it makes no difference if you do more or less.

However, Lotus Ye, who had just arrived at the kitchen to serve soup, heard it and quickly turned around and went back to Lianqing Courtyard. Since Haitang got married and went to Lincheng, the side concubine mentioned her as a personal maid, and the lotus leaf was happy, and she was secretly determined to saddle the front and back for the side concubine.

"Side concubine, the slave maid heard the guard say in the kitchen that the prince loves to eat osmanthus cakes." The lotus leaf reported to the master.

Shen Bishu hooked the corners of her lips: "In this way, you will send someone to make osmanthus cake in the kitchen of the courtyard." ”

Lotus Ye retreated, this was her first errand when she just ascended, she couldn't take it lightly, she went directly to Lotus. In the past, lotus flowers were well-known for their craftsmanship in the township, and it was not a problem to make osmanthus cakes.

The lotus flower is nimble, and the osmanthus cake is made after a while, and the lotus leaves are presented to the master.

Shen Bishu took a bite, the aroma of osmanthus spread in her mouth, and the slight sweetness of the cake made people want to swallow their tongues.

"It's delicious, which maid made it, and the reward is 100 yuan."

Lotus Ye was excited, those low-level maids only had five hundred dollars a month, and the lotus flower was only made into osmanthus cake, so they got a hundred rewards, and Concubine Shen was too good.

Because the prince came to Lianqing Courtyard for two days in a row, Shen Bishu was in a good mood, and went back to the room to change into a goose yellow skirt with white edges, and she asked the lotus leaf to hold the osmanthus cake and tea and go to Langyue Xuan.

That Qianshu made the osmanthus cake, took it to He Jue first, and when she went back to send it to Lang Yuexuan, she found that Shen Bailian was there, so she didn't send it in.

Just as Qingchen returned home, Qianshu stuffed the whole plate into his hand: "Take it and eat it." ”

Qingchen pinched a piece and threw it into his mouth, the light fragrance was overflowing, the sweetness was moderate, he wanted to eat the second piece after eating one piece, and soon the last piece was left in a plate.

He Dongfeng was waiting for the woman to bring the osmanthus cake, but it was the Shen family who waited first. She not only sent osmanthus cake, but also prepared a pot of tea, just like all women who stay by her husband's side, gentle and considerate.

"Master, the osmanthus cake made by the concubine herself, you can taste it." Shen Bishu is slightly blessed and graceful.

He Dongfeng looked at the plate of pastries, which was very good-looking. I don't know if the woman made it will be the same as this, probably all the osmanthus cakes look the same.

was about to pinch a piece to taste, but Shen picked up the pastry and gently handed it to his mouth: "Master? ”

It's not that He Dongfeng hasn't let women feed things, he used to be young and frivolous, this kind of fun is not a problem, but now, he always feels a little strange.

"Don't you like it?" Shen Bishu beat a drum in her heart. In the past, she thought that she could see He Dongfeng clearly, and she was sure that he would not be able to leave her from now on, but after marrying into the palace, she felt more and more that she was getting farther and farther away from the prince.

He Dongfeng pressed her hand lightly and asked her to put down her chopsticks: "You don't have to bow down to everything, my lord married you back, I was a side concubine, not a maid, understand?" ”

Shen Bishu's heart warmed, this is the most beautiful love word that the master has ever said to her. He had her in his heart.

He Dongfeng took a piece of it himself, bit it lightly, and drank half a cup of tea.

"Master still has some things to do, I'm going to eat with you tonight."

Shen Bishu raised her eyebrows and hurriedly responded: "The concubine is waiting for the master." ”

After saying that, he retreated, and couldn't help laughing all the way back to Lianqing Courtyard, and the lotus leaf looked at it from behind, and his heart also turned. It seems that the master is still his own master the most, how can anyone else have anything to do, let alone the Fu family. In the face of Fu Shi in the future, she can also straighten her waist.

And He Dongfeng, who was in the study, stared at the things sent by the Shen family for a while, and finally stepped out of the study.

Chaoyu was not outside, but Qingchen was standing there, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Light dust." He Dongfeng sank his voice.

Qingchen was about to kill the last piece of osmanthus cake, this thing was small and delicate, it really couldn't fill the belly of a big man, even if a few pieces were all down, it was only two or three points full.

But the voice of the cold master sounded, and his hands trembled in fright, and he didn't get the osmanthus cake in the end.

He Dongfeng took two steps forward, staring at the thing in Qingchen's hand with half-squinted dangerous eyes: "What is that?" ”

Qingchen wants to cry without tears, why is he so unlucky recently, every time he goes back to the palace, he is running into a time when the master is unhappy, should he simply not come back for a few months.

"Huh? What is it? He Dongfeng asked again, his voice as soft as a feather.

Qingchen lowered his eyes: "It's osmanthus cake." ”

"Where did it come from?"

"The Fu family just forced it into his subordinates."

He Dongfeng looked at Qingchen with hanging eyes, and suddenly walked over, passing Qingchen's body, and when Qingchen came back to his senses, his hand was empty, and the plate was firmly in the master's hand.

The master's kung fu is really good.

Qingchen realized what was going on, and hurriedly said: "Master, Fu must have made better osmanthus cakes for him, these are all missing edges and cracks." ”

He Dongfeng's face stretched out a lot, and Qingchen secretly thought to himself, fortunately, he was smart, otherwise he would have been skinned by the master.

"My subordinates will take it to the master." The soles of the feet are greased and run fast.

In the kitchen, Qianshu gave the rest of the osmanthus cake to Hua Rong and Yunshang, and the two only felt that the osmanthus cake made by the master tasted better than before.

By the time the dust arrived, there was nothing left.

"Fu Shi, then, can you make some more osmanthus cakes for you?"

Qian Shu looked at him with the eyes of a fool: "No." Please be early next time. ”

"No, he's ......"

Looking at Qingchen's dying-looking appearance, Qianshu was surprised, she saw it with her own eyes, that Shen Bailian sent both osmanthus cake and tea, why did He Slag have to eat what she made?

"And what else can you do?" Qingchen almost didn't cry. He's a pig-brained, he already knew that every time he got angry, it was related to Fu's, what did he do to die?

Qianshu glanced at the kitchen, and there was only one plate of cold rice left: "Fried cold rice, gold and silver, do you want it?" ”

"Yes, yes." Qingchen nodded hurriedly, and the cold rice was cold, so that he would die and be completely corpsed.

Qianshu neatly beat two eggs, stirred the cold rice and egg liquid together, added a little salt, and started a fire, set up a pot, put some oil, and poured the egg liquid rice when it was hot, kept turning the shovel and stir-frying, and waited until the rice grains danced in the pot like a swish, she shoveled the rice onto the plate, and sprinkled some green onions.

Qingchen felt hungry just by smelling it, and now he saw the fried rice, yellow and white, and it was really as gold and silver as Fu said, so good-looking.

He immediately took the meal and strode back to Lang Yuexuan, and handed it to the master's table: "Master, Fu Shi is afraid that you will be hungry, so he specially made gold and silver for you." ”