Chef Qiu, who squatted in the imperial dining room every day, finally researched a healthy and suitable nourishing soup.

Chef Qiu, who didn't have time to wash, trotted into the Heart Nourishing Hall with a food box, and saw a group of people who were in a hurry outside, and he was dissatisfied.

"What are you doing here, if there are too many people, the air is not fresh, and the emperor will be even more uncomfortable.

What should you do, beware of the anger of the countrymen and punish you. ”

Chef Qiu knew that everyone in the palace was looking forward to the birth of the little prince, but this purpose was too obvious.

Especially after the national teacher returned, which man could stand the covetousness of others for his children.

He is quietly looking forward to it in his heart, and for this reason, he has also researched dozens of foods that are most suitable for children.

Just waiting for the little prince to be born, he will show his skills and make the little master happy, and Chef Qiu is so happy when he thinks of this.

Chef Qiu, who is more and more interested in looking and looking, now makes dishes that are not only delicious, but also very artistic.

Returning to the imperial dining room to take charge of the food of the emperor and the national teacher, the dedicated chef Qiu studied the dishes more and more carefully.

Just to make the emperor eat happily, he enjoys it.

The two disciples brought out were assigned to Shangdu Mansion Restaurant and Yundu Restaurant as chief chefs to earn money for the emperor.

He only needs to wait for the food of his masters in the palace, and it is enough!

…

A group of worried people were coaxed away, and Chef Qiu quickly walked into the Heart Cultivation Palace, and when he saw the emperor's pale face, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.

The old people in the palace, no one regards the emperor as the most regrettable person in their hearts, and the whole palace is as happy as a big family.

Everyone is gathered together because of the emperor, and the love for the emperor and the national teacher is all from the bottom of their hearts, and they are looking forward to the birth of the little prince or princess.

Chef Qiu glanced at the national teacher who was in a hurry with the emperor, he was funny and distressed, he had never seen an official so stupid after living for decades.

The affectionate national teacher, who has been devoted to the emperor for many years, has made them all feel at ease for the elderly.

Because, no one wants the national teacher to have fancy intestines, and any man who makes the emperor sad is not a good thing.

Chef Qiu, whose eyes flashed, stepped forward to open the food box, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

Ziyu, who was so uncomfortable that tears bloomed, was very squeamish in Libai's arms, and the tiger's mouth was tightly pinched by the peony.

The man who was humming and chirping suddenly moved his nose and turned his head to look at the table.

A cup of steaming soup slowly attracted her heart, and the feeling of churning in her stomach just now gradually disappeared.

A feeling of hunger crawled out of her stomach, and Ziyu couldn't help but swallow her saliva and look at the steaming stew pot.

…

"Emperor, this is the new Sishen soup stewed by the old slave, which is refreshing and light and not greasy."

Of course, the shrewd Chef Qiu saw it at a glance, and gestured to Peony with a smile.

A few plates of delicate dim sum were brought out from under the food box, and the pale green cake wafted out a matcha smell.

The person who was being fed the Four Gods Soup from Bai Xiaokou shifted his gaze and licked his lips.

"Uncle Qiu, when did you come up with it, I want to eat it."

Ziyu, who felt the sudden hunger in her belly, couldn't wait to reach out to get it.

Li Bai was afraid that she would stretch her stomach, so she hurriedly hugged the person in her arms, put down the spoon in her hand, and coaxed gently.

"Daughter-in-law, the cake won't run, so I'll get it for you!"

The people in the house, for the first time in more than two months, heard that the emperor had taken the initiative to eat, and they all smiled happily.

The elders of the Yuan family even went out with their hands together to thank the gods from all walks of life.

Yuan Taichu, who had just returned to the palace, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and when he saw Ziyu's weak appearance just now, he was so frightened that he sweated.

I was so anxious that I couldn't think of anything, a man with two sons, how could he know that a woman's pregnancy would be so uncomfortable.

The eldest son, Yuan Yongjiu, followed Ziluo into battle to kill the enemy, and he was never so worried.

Because that's the ability to believe in Libai, there's no need to worry about it at all.

can see Ziyu's strong reaction, everyone will be afraid to lose their souls.

…

The person who was afraid that Bai was feeding too slowly, grabbed the plate and gulped down, taking a bite of cake and a mouthful of Sishen soup.

"Uncle Qiu, this is delicious, I want it next time!"

I didn't finish this meal, and as soon as Ziyu's words came out and I was still thinking about the next meal, I immediately made the people in the house laugh.

Manager Qiu's heart that had been tense finally relaxed a little, and he began to drive people again.

"Ancestor, you all go back and rest, there are old slaves waiting here.

There are many people, but the air is not circulated, and the emperor's body is delicate and cannot see the wind. ”

Ziyu, who was eating happily, twitched the corners of her mouth and pretended not to hear anything, she turned her head to look at Libai, showing a puzzled expression.

[When did she become delicate, didn't she just carry a baby! ] Not so much. 】

…

Ziyu, who was finally full, touched her stomach and ate in the house, and said.

"It's been hard work for everyone during this time, and it's going to be the New Year soon, so if you want to go home for a reunion, apply early.

Ten salaries at the end of the year, and make persistent efforts next year.

Mr. Qiu, Mr. Peony, Mr. Sheng, and Chef Qiu have a box of gems, thank you. ”

There were more than 100 boxes of booty from Baila, including 80 boxes of finger-sized gems.

The fine products selected by Libai alone naturally entered the private treasury of Ziyu, and those broken gems became prizes for meritorious people.

There are not many small boxes, and there are only sixty finger-sized gems, which are very beautiful when packed together in various colors.

No matter how beautiful it is, it is not rare, and the purple jade will be rewarded casually, if it is replaced by the previous wandering out of the cloud capital, it will definitely not be reluctant.

After all, a finger-sized gemstone is worth more than 1,000 taels of silver, and it is a coveted jewelry for many women.

…

"Thank you, master!"

The three people present happily knelt down and kowtowed to thank him, not because they cared about how valuable the gem was, but because the emperor had regained his vitality.

Of the four people who were rewarded, three were childless and had long regarded the palace as their home.

He regards the emperor as his closest person, and can't wait to treat the emperor and the national teacher with all his might, and has great expectations for the little prince who is about to be born.

Although Mr. Qiu has a house, he really doesn't look down on Qiu Laogen's descendants.

Because Qiu Laogen's family, except for working in the fields, they never thought about developing from other aspects.

Reading and reading and practicing martial arts are not that kind of material, and the three heirs who entered the army are only a big soldier, and there are no other achievements.

Manager Qiu couldn't start even if he wanted to promote, so in the end he could only let it go and pin all his feelings on the emperor.

Just because, it was the benefactor who avenged his family revenge, and the relationship between the two was like a teacher, a friend, and a family.

…

The Spring Festival of the third year of the Great Xia Kingdom is coming vigorously and grandly.

The increasingly wealthy people are not afraid of the cold and flock to the clouds, just because there is a rare ice lantern festival this year.

At this time, inside and outside the city of Yundu, lanterns were hung high, reflecting the ice sculptures of different shapes on the roadside.