Pork and green onion buns, Liang Zhaodi is ready to eat a good meal. Hungry, where does the strength come from. Duanmumu felt novel, two kitchen knives flew, and in an instant, the meat filling was ready.

"Duanmumu, then" Liang Zhaodi quickly threw two green onions and a piece of ginger to Duanmumu, gestured, and chopped it for me like a stuffing. The rest is Liang Zhaodi's unique secret seasoning, which should be filled with fragrance and fragrant.

Liang Zhaodi was the first to make a demonstration, picked up a rolling pin, rolled the dough into a circle, and then put the stuffing, round, up to the peak, pinched out eighteen folds. The perfect xiaolongbao would be fine.

"Don't be stunned! Like me, do it! ”

Liang Zhaodi urged, don't be stunned, your stomach is already rumbling with hunger, isn't it?

It's just that the work in the kitchen is as difficult as reading and writing for these princes and grandchildren who can only eat.

"Duanmumu, you are too hard, the stuffing has come out"

"Your Highness, can you ...... your hands" Liang Zhaodi held his hand, can you be more flexible! You see that the buns in your bag are all deformed and are semi-circular.

Ahem......

Tu Wangsun looked at Liang Zhaodi holding His Royal Highness the Prince's hand and coughed twice, which was a friendly reminder. Can't be like this? Liang Zhaodi smiled, thinking to herself, she was really stingy.

"Put it in a pot and steam it, is it okay?" Duanmumu was a little curious, what came out of this way was delicious!

"The Imperial Chef!" Liang Zhaodi shouted.

"But according to my method, I made eight-treasure porridge, but it is ready?"

"Yes, Master Hou, I can already smell the fragrance of rice."

The buns in the pot also exuded the aroma of meat, which was Liang Zhaodi's favorite pork and green onion filling, and her saliva was going to flow down when she thought about it.

"Imperial chef, bring the porridge! We are going to eat" Liang Zhaodi said, and sat down on the table, with a bowl of porridge in front of each person, the porridge in the palace used to be clear porridge, and His Majesty said that only by drinking white porridge can you purify your heart and have few desires. The eight-treasure porridge in front of her is Liang Zhaodi's favorite drink.

"Let's try it!" Liang Zhaodi urged, and she couldn't wait to take out the spoon and drink it. Clipping a piece of shredded radish, huh! It's sweet and sour, and it's delicious.

"Isn't it just shredded radish?" Duanmumu looked at Liang Zhaodi's satisfied expression, and thought to himself, it's really an exaggeration, as if no one has ever eaten shredded radish, I hate vegetables the most, and I want to eat meat.

"Go pick up the buns!" Liang Zhaodi looked at Duanmumu with no appetite, since he had no appetite, he had to serve the people.

Duanmu Mu thought he would eat something delicious, and according to legend, Liang Zhaodi was also drunk when he could make delicious food. A person who can be beaten with a plate of shredded radishes is so easily satisfied, what can he make. After all, I have never seen the world, people from small villages and small families.

The imperial kitchen steward wanted to help, but Duanmumu glanced at him, no. He's going to come by himself. The buns of their own wrapping have the most filling. Look at your own results, when the lid of the pot is opened, you will be greeted with a burst of the aroma of meat buns.

The appearance of this bun, except for a few Liang Zhaodi bags, the others are simply miserable, strange-shaped, and everything.

Duanmumu picked one up, blew it and took a big bite, and a stream of soup flowed out.

"The queen has arrived in ......" ......

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