The matter between Hou Shaoqing and He Rouge was successfully resolved, but Bihong saw that her master was still worried.

Bihong couldn't help but walk over and shake her hand in front of Mu Lingyun's eyes, "Princess, what's wrong with you?" It's a gloomy look again. ”

Today, even Mu Lingyun's favorite osmanthus cake was placed in front of her, and she was not at all interested, just holding her cheeks in a daze.

"I'm worried, alas!" Mu Lingyun sighed depressedly and continued: "Seeing that Yutang's birthday is approaching, I can't even think of any suitable gift to give him. ”

Bihong then understood what Mu Lingyun was worried about, because the prince's birthday was coming in three days, and the princess definitely wanted to surprise the prince, and it was best to give the prince a gift that could make him like it.

"Bihong, the prince's family is rich, no matter what valuable things I send, I'm afraid it won't be in his eyes. You can help me figure it out. Mu Lingyun didn't want to break his head, but he didn't come up with any suitable objects to give him.

This is what she is worried about, in vain she is extremely smart, but when she encounters this matter, she also feels very headache.

At this time, Bihong suddenly thought of something, and a smile appeared on her face, "Princess, what you said is right, the prince lacks nothing, but do you know what the prince values most?" ”

"What is it?" Mu Lingyun was stunned, she didn't know what Jin Shaoming valued, on the surface, Jin Shaoming didn't care about anything, but in fact, Jin Shaoming was a thoughtful man, and he had always mastered the overall situation.

Bihong smiled and said, "That's the princess's sincerity to him." If you can give him something that you have made yourself, the prince will be very happy. ”

After listening to this, Mu Lingyun felt that what Bihong said was also very reasonable, Jin Shaoming didn't lack anything, even if he gave him a mountain of gold or silver, he wouldn't have any special feelings.

If he could give him something special, he would be impressed with her.

Mu Lingyun pondered for a moment, suddenly had an idea, and said excitedly: "I heard that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab a man's stomach, why don't I cook him a table of delicious meals!" ”

"That's a good idea. However, I wonder what other dishes the princess will cook besides grilled fish? Bihong questioned Mu Lingyun's cooking skills, after all, Mu Lingyun was the eldest lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion, how could she cook?

Mu Lingyun pursed his lips and said, "Don't underestimate me, I'm very powerful!" It's just that I haven't really cooked anything other than grilled fish......"

Bihong thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, let the slave teach you to make a dish of lychee meat!" Make sure the prince can be satisfied! ”

"Lychee meat? Isn't that a special dish of Fuzhou? Mu Lingyun asked rhetorically. As soon as she heard the lychee meat, her eyes lit up, she had eaten such a delicacy in Pinxuan Building, the taste was sweet and sour, very delicious and refreshing, which made people still want to eat it.

Bihong bowed her head slightly and said: "Yes, the ancestral home of the slave maid is in Fuzhou." By the way, you can also make taro paste...... Crush the taro into a puree and then steam it to boil, and it tastes amazing! This time, Bihong came to teach her how to cook, and she was more relieved.

"Okay, then you can teach me these two dishes, as for the other dishes, I'll catch another koi fish and make a grilled fish for him to eat, after all, the common hobby of the two is to eat grilled fish."

Mu Lingyun and Bihong came to the kitchen, and they took all the servants in the kitchen away, so that Bihong could concentrate on teaching Mu Lingyun how to cook.

Bihong cut the potatoes into small cubes of the same size, and showed them to Mu Lingyun while cutting them. For this kind of thing, Mu Lingyun is quite handy, she also learned a lot of kung fu when she was in Weiyuan Dart Game, holding a kitchen knife is the same as holding a sword, it is very simple.

"Also, after the meat is cut, put it in the sweet potato powder and wrap it." Bihong taught her carefully, Mu Lingyun carefully observed Bihong's movements, for fear that she would miss a small detail.

"Prepare the dish first, and then you can heat the pan!" Bihong poured the oil into the large iron pot.

"Princess, try it!" Turquoise asked her to come over and take the spoon.

Mu Lingyun was in a hurry, she didn't hold the spoon at all, the spoon in her hand was like holding a sword, very unsteadily flipping and moving in the pot. For a while, the oil splashed everywhere, and the oil in the pot almost spilled out, which was extremely dangerous, but fortunately, the red reminder was in time, and the oil did not splash out.

Bihong couldn't stand it, so she had to take the spoon again and show it to her.

"Princess, you see, this iron spoon should be held like this, so that your hands will not be sore, and the oil will not spill out." Bihong said as she stood next to her and showed her.

The food in the pot is bright red, the potatoes and meat are well blended, and after stir-frying, the flavor of the vegetables is overflowing.

Mu Lingyun took the spoon from Bihong's hand, and planned to stir-fry it himself.

At this time, Bihong looked down at the dishes in the kitchen, these dishes were all leftovers that were not made yesterday, they were all wilting, and Bihong thought that she should go to the vegetable garden to pick some fresh vegetables.

"You look at the pot first. I'll take it out and pick vegetables, and I'll teach you how to make a dry stir-fried green beans later! Bihong said to Mu Lingyun.

The things in the pot were still frying, and Mu Lingyun's hands were splashed with oil. Her hands instantly burned red.

"Hey, it hurts!" Mu Lingyun threw the iron spoon aside, frowning and stroking his burned hand, blowing his reddened wound.

Suddenly, an extremely pungent smell of burnt came from the kitchen, "Oops, my lychee meat!" Only then did Mu Lingyun remember that there was still lychee meat in the pot. Frightened, she hurriedly picked up a bucket of water and poured it into the pot.

I only heard the sound of 'zizizi', and the firewood was indeed extinguished, but the lychee meat in the pot was also drenched.

"It's over, it's all drenched in horrible stuff! Can this still be eaten? Mu Lingyun's face was extremely ugly, as if it was gloomy as a dark cloud.

A good dish of lychee meat has now turned into a dark dish, and this black food is simply unsightly! Mu Lingyun picked up the pot in frustration, eager to smash the pot on the ground.

"What a failure!" Mu Lingyun hung his head in frustration and put the pot aside.

Crimson walked in from outside. She could smell the smoke wafting through the air. Bihong opened her mouth wide and looked at the smoky kitchen in surprise. She just went out for a short while, and their princess could tear down the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Bihong walked towards Mu Lingyun, and she found that Mu Lingyun's hands were burned with oil.

"I messed up the lychee meat...... Mu Lingyun felt very uncomfortable, she wasted the ingredients in vain.

Bihong hurriedly comforted her softly: "It's okay, princess, this is originally for you to practice, just learn this dish before the prince's birthday." ”

Mu Lingyun muttered, "Why am I so stupid? Grilled fish is done well, but why can't this work? She was very depressed, how could it be so difficult to stir-fry, it was more complicated than grilled fish, and her burned hands still had a faint pain.

"Princess, come here, quickly soak the water in cold water, otherwise, your scald will be easy to blister." Bihong carefully pulled Mu Lingyun over and pressed her hand into the barrel.

Her hands were soaked in the cool water, bringing a hint of coolness, which made Mu Lingyun feel a little more comfortable.

"Are you going to continue learning how to stir-fry? Or do you want to give up? Bihong asked for her opinion. After all, Mu Lingyun's status is noble, and if something happens again, Bihong can't afford to take this responsibility.

"Of course you have to continue learning, how can you give up halfway!" Mu Lingyun was still not discouraged, she planned to regroup and continue to learn this dish.

Bihong took out the pot, squatted on the ground, and brushed the iron pot vigorously with a loofah.

"Bihong, let's do it with me, my strength is greater than yours." Mu Lingyun rolled up his sleeves and prepared to do it himself.

"No, no, no, I'll do it, it's not good if people see it." Bihong hurriedly rejected Mu Lingyun, she was a maid, how could there be a reason to let the princess brush the pot.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded not far away, and the slender and upright figure of the man quietly arrived.

"Yun'er, why are you here? I thought you ......" Jin Shaoming wanted to speak and stopped, he was not only afraid that she would escape from the prince's mansion, but also that she would be assassinated by assassins.

Mu Lingyun raised her head suddenly, she saw that the person who came was Jin Shaoming, she stepped back slightly, and hurriedly hid her hands behind her back, she didn't want him to see her scalded hands.

"It's nothing, I'm just panicking, so I'll come to the kitchen to have a look." Mu Lingyun sneered, she looked at the tall man in front of her, which brought her an inexplicable pressure.

Jin Shaoming saw that she seemed to be a little flustered, and saw her hands put back, and she didn't know what she was nervous about, thinking that she was holding something in her hand and didn't want him to see it.

He grabbed her arm, and Jin Shaoming finally saw her wound from being burned by oil, and her tender hands, which were originally white, were now red.

"Why did you hurt your hand?" Jin Shaoming looked at her hand worriedly, and a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

"It's nothing, just now I was curious and wanted to help burn firewood, but I was accidentally burned by the fire." Mu Lingyun deliberately concealed that she was going to prepare a birthday gift for him, afraid that he would not let her step into the kitchen again.

Jin Shaoming gently scratched her nose, "In the future, it's good to let your subordinates do this kind of rough work." He was afraid that she would accidentally bump and bump.

"Yes, obey the king!" Mu Lingyun blinked mischievously, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.