This Yangzhou fried rice was taught to her by her mother.

Don't look at my mother, I'm just the most inconspicuous grandmother in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but there are a lot of things in my mother's meeting.

All kinds of exquisite female celebrities, as well as cooking skills comparable to the imperial chef.

In the past, she and her mother often couldn't eat enough in the Prime Minister's Mansion, so her mother secretly built a small stove in the backyard and made all kinds of wild vegetables and cakes for her.

Yangzhou fried rice is a meal that my mother saved half of her own meals and made it for her on her birthday.

Seeing that Ah Yao didn't speak, Rong Ziling raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

"Sister Yao, what are you thinking?"

Ah Yao smiled at him, "It's nothing, let's eat it!" It's time to cool down in a moment. ”

"Hmm."

Rong Ziling looked satisfied and feasted.

Just halfway through eating, Rong Qianhan came.

When Rong Qianhan's tall and noble figure stood outside the kitchen door, Ah Yao and Rong Ziling inside were taken aback.

Ah Yao immediately saluted, "The slave has seen the prince." ”

Rong Qianhan didn't look at Ah Yao, his eyes fell on Rong Ziling.

"The people in the back kitchen said you haven't eaten in the last few days, what's the matter?"

Rong Ziling pulled down his little face and muttered in a low voice: "On a hot day, they make the rice so greasy, who can eat it?" ”

"And what are you holding in your hand?"

Rong Ziling covered the bowl with his hand, "This is Yangzhou fried rice that Ah Yao made for me." ”

Since knowing Rong Ziling's identity, A-Yao has agreed with Rong Ziling that when there are outsiders, they will call her by her name.

When there is no one, she can call her Sister A-Yao.

"Yangzhou fried rice? What's that? ”

Ah Yao answered, "If you go back to the prince, it is a fried rice taught by the slave maid's mother." ”

Glancing at Ah Yao, Rong Qianhan asked Rong Ziling, "Is it delicious?" ”

"It was delicious! I've never eaten anything so good. ”

Rong Qianhan twisted his eyebrows in disbelief, "Look at your ignorance." ”

"It's really delicious, I promise you've never eaten anything like this."

Rong Qianhan looked back at Ah Yao.

Ah Yao also looked at him, not understanding what he meant for a while.

Seeing him glance at the stove with his spare eyes, Ah Yao suddenly realized.

"Slave and maid, let's make another one."

A-Yao quickly washed the vegetables, cut the ingredients, and beat the eggs.

When she was busy, Rong Ziling held the bowl and took a big gulp in front of Rong Qianhan, and the fragrance wafted into Rong Qianhan's nose, which made him swallow saliva reflexively, and he glanced at Rong Ziling's bowl.

"Give this king a taste."

Rong Ziling protected the bowl, "No! ”

Although Rong Ziling is not Rong Qianhan's own son, the relationship between the two is even closer than that of a close one.

The whole of Kyoto knows that Rong Qianhan has a righteous son who is favored by him.

Rong Ziling has always been unrestrained in front of Rong Qianhan, and the two are also fathers, friends and brothers.

Rong Qianhan glanced at him, and then looked at Ayao, who was busy in front of the stove.

At noon in the middle of summer, a thin layer of sweat oozed from A-Yao's forehead, who was guarding the stove.

She raised her hand to wipe her sweat and continued to focus on the fried rice.

This little girl is delicate, her skin is like clotted fat, her face is like white jade, she is used to seeing women who rub fat and powder, Rong Qianhan feels that her appearance without powder is very pleasing to the eye.

He couldn't take his eyes off it.

Ah Yao added eggs, diced carrots, and green cabbage to the Yangzhou fried rice, and sprinkled a few green onions when it came out of the pot.

A dish of colorful and steaming Yangzhou fried rice is just fine.

Ah Yao brought the finished Yangzhou fried rice to Rong Qianhan.

"Lord Wang, please use it."

The aroma of fried rice wafted into Rong Qianhan's nose, and he couldn't believe that such an inconspicuous food could emit such a seductive aroma.

He took the bowl and spoon, and elegantly scooped a little into his mouth.

All kinds of aromas spread in his mouth, whetting his appetite.

He didn't care about the image, and took another big bite.

In the hot summer, eating a bite of such fried rice actually made him have a great appetite.

Seeing that A-Yao only gave Rong Qianhan, Rong Ziling shouted unhappily: "I still want it!" ”

"Okay."

The rest of Ah Yao's pot was all given to Rong Ziling.

Seeing that the father and son were eating fragrantly, she seemed to think of something again, and turned back to the stove.

Not long after, she brought Rong Qianhan and his son a bowl of tomato and egg soup respectively.

"Lord Wang, young master, drink some soup!"

Rong Ziling took a big mouthful of fried rice in his mouth, and said inarticulately: "Howl, Ni put it there." ”

Ah Yao stood quietly aside, and when the two finished eating, they were just about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but they were stopped by Rong Qianhan.

"Put it there, and the people in the back kitchen will wash it."

"The slave and maid are just idle, just wash them."

After speaking, A-Yao rolled up her sleeves and was about to wash the dishes.

"This king tells you to put it down, and rest when you are idle, my regent palace does not stipulate that maidservants cannot rest."

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

A-Yao was about to withdraw her hand, but was suddenly grabbed by Rong Qianhan's wrist.

She shook and looked at him in alarm.

"Lord ......"

Rong Qianhan held her slender wrist and thought of "Su Yuyan" that night again.

A beating pulse, a familiar body temperature.

It's so similar!

"Has anyone ever said that you are very similar to your young lady?"

Ah Yao was shocked!

She wanted to get close to Rong Qianhan, but she must not let him know about the events of that night, otherwise she and Su Yuyan would die without a place to be buried.

She looked calm and whispered back, "It was true that someone said before that I was somewhat similar to Miss, but the slave maid was always just a slave maid, and she couldn't compare to Miss's. ”

"But this king thinks you are similar in many places."

She looked at Shangrong Qianhan's deep and bottomless eyes, and said boldly: "The maidservant girl will become more and more like the master after a long time with the master." ”

Rong Qianhan didn't continue to ask anything, but when he thought of Su Yuyan, he let go of Ah Yao's hand irritably.

In the past few days, Su Yuyan has been clamoring to see him every day, he really wants to poison Su Yuyan and make him quiet for a few days.

Rong Qianhan returned to his usual coldness and unattainability, and looked at Rong Ziling with his hands.

"When you're done eating, go back to your homework."

Rong Ziling grimaced at him, smiled and turned to Ah Yao and said, "I'm leaving." ”

Before leaving, he happily waved at Ah Yao.

Rong Qianhan had a calm face, "He seems to like you very much." ”

Ah Yao was taken aback, and she wondered in her heart for the deeper meaning of his words.

Could it be that he thinks that I have bad intentions and deliberately approach to curry favor with Rong Ziling?

Ah Yao immediately explained: "Don't misunderstand, the young master just thinks I'm pitiful, so he will be kind enough to come to see me from time to time, and I don't have any purpose or intention for the young master." ”

"What can a stupid and timid woman like you do?"

Yao: "......"

"This king has a few dirty clothes there, go and get them and wash them."

"Yes."

At this moment, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the kitchen.

It's Song Yi.

Song Yi hurriedly walked up to Rong Qianhan, "Lord, the emperor and the queen mother were trapped by assassins in Xiangguo Temple. ”

"Go to the rescue."

After Rong Qianhan and Song Yi left, A-Yao went to Rong Qianhan's dirty clothes to wash.

Before dark, she folded the clothes she had dried and sent them to Rong Qianhan.

Rong Qianhan's room was the same as when she picked up her clothes, and she guessed that Rong Qianhan hadn't come back yet.

After thinking about it, she tidied up Rong Qianhan's room.

The sky gradually darkened, and Rong Qianhan still didn't come back.

She wandered around the yard, but she refused to go.

An hour later, she heard a rush of footsteps outside the courtyard, and pretended to leave and deliberately walked towards the gate.

She bumped into Rong Qianhan, who was covered in blood at the door......