The Imperial Study.

The prosperous and exquisite beast carpet is spread on the ground, the copper beast furnace exudes bursts of ambergris, and in front of it is a bright yellow dazzling imperial case, and behind the imperial case is a gold lacquer carved dragon throne, on the throne sits a man wearing a yellow robe, and that man is the person who has the supreme power today - Sima Mo.

His eyes fell on the piece of music in his hand, and the next moment, he saw Sima Mo suddenly raise his eyes, and glanced sharply at the kneeling person below, "You are Chef Liu?" ”

"Your Majesty, Xia Guan is Chef Liu in the imperial dining room." From the moment he stepped into this imperial study, a little bead of sweat appeared on Chef Liu's forehead, after all, the person sitting on it at the moment was the son of heaven of the Dajin Dynasty.

"You made that tangram cake just now?" Sima Mo raised his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, that Tangram Exquisite Cake was made by a lower official." As he said this, Chef Liu's hand hidden under his sleeve began to tremble. Because he knew that he lied, but no matter what, he couldn't confess Murong Jin, otherwise, Murong Jin would make pastries for him, which would be a capital crime of bullying the king.

"What are the ingredients for this tangram cake you made today?" While speaking, I saw Sima Mo fold the music closed, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, "Why does it taste different from before?" ”

Hearing this, Chef Liu was stunned, and then reacted, "Your Majesty, today's Tangram Exquisite Cake does add a little condiment." "So far, Chef Liu can only make mistakes.

"What's the condiment?" Sima Mo's eyes seemed to flash with a hint of eagerness.

"I can't say it."

"Why can't you say that?" Sima Mo said coldly.

"This condiment was accidentally learned by the lower official from the ancestral recipe cheats, and the ancestors have a rule that the cheats cannot be leaked, and please forgive your majesty."

Sima Mo's thin lips were pursed, and there was an indifferent expression on his handsome face.

There was silence in the study, except for the ticking of the hourglass.

Chef Liu heard his heart pounding. He remained on his knees, not daring to look up.

"Jiang Fu." Suddenly, Sima Mo spoke in a cold voice.

"The minions are here." Gonggong Jiang on the side was respectful.

"Chef Liu's two golden jade bowls, from today onwards, I will taste this pastry every day after noon."

Hearing this, Chef Liu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed, "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

Sima Mo looked at the people kneeling at the bottom, waved his hand impatiently, and when Gonggong Jiang saw this, he hurriedly helped Chef Liu to get up, bowed to His Majesty, and led Chef Liu out of the imperial study together.

Until only Sima Mo was left in the entire imperial study, I saw Sima Mo raise his hand and rub the slightly swollen forehead.

When his eyes accidentally fell on the delicate and smooth pastry on the imperial table, a strange light flashed in his eyes, just because the pastry gave him a familiar taste.

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Back in the imperial dining room, Chef Liu told Murong Jin the ins and outs, but what worried Chef Liu was that the two of them had the same pastry-making method, but for some reason there was a difference in how they ate it.

"How's that going to be?" Chef Liu was so anxious, "Your Majesty has to taste this Tangram Cake every day after noon, if Your Majesty eats the pastry I made tomorrow and finds that the taste is different, what if Your Majesty blames it?" ”

Just when Chef Liu was worried, Murong Jin suddenly spoke.

"Let me make this pastry in the future, as long as you and I don't tell it, no one will know."

Hearing this, Chef Liu was stunned.