Chaoyang Palace.

Mingyue pushed open the door of the temple and walked in from the outside.

She was holding a box of pastries in her hand, perhaps freshly baked, and still exuding heat.

Lin Shuang'er was sitting on the soft floor, holding a needle and thread in her hand, she didn't know what she was embroidering, and when she saw Mingyue coming in, she didn't look up at Mingyue.

Mingyue walked in front of Lin Shuang'er, put the pastry on the low table, looked at the brocade cloth in Lin Shuang'er's hand, and saw that the pattern on it was lifelike, and couldn't help but sigh: "The princess embroiders so well, the dragon and phoenix on it are just like the real thing." ”

Lin Shuang'er didn't raise her head, her eyebrows were lowered, she was quiet and focused, her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, and every stitch and thread was embroidered extremely seriously.

Mingyue couldn't help but be curious: "Who is the princess embroidered for?" ”

Lin Shuang'er said in a soft voice: "It's just that you have nothing to do, you embroider casually, it's not for anyone." ”

Hearing this, Mingyue didn't ask more, but sent the pastry in front of her to Lin Shuang'er, and said, "Princess, just baked pastry, try it." ”

Lin Shuang'er raised her head, glanced at it lightly, and said, "Why did you send it again?" I don't want to eat. ”

Without thinking too much, Lin Shuang'er knew that this was sent by Bai Yutang again!

During this time, Bai Yutang's thoughts about her were clear, which made Lin Shuang'er very distressed.

In her heart, she had always respected Bai Yutang very much, but when he showed her heart to herself, she found that she was a little unable to face him, and even a little afraid of him......

So in the past few days, she has always avoided him for various reasons, and she has refused all the things he has sent.

She thought that Bai Yutang would retreat in the face of difficulties, but he seemed to be more and more courageous, and he always changed his tricks to send her things, which she used to like......

But she understands that since she doesn't like him, she can't give him any expectations, because once people have expectations, disappointment will follow.

It's better not to be together in the first place, so that he won't get stuck in the mud......

Anyway, in a few days, they will leave Beirong, everything that can't be put down, what should be put down, will disappear, and everything will be washed clean by the years......

Mingyue hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Princess, this is not a gift from Lord Bai. ”

Hearing this, Lin Shuang'er was slightly surprised: "Who sent that?" ”

Mingyue said: "It was made by the prince himself for the princess......"

"What?" Lin Shuang'er's face was full of shock.

Mingyue said: "The prince is still busy in the dining room...... He had almost run out of flour in the whole dining room, so he made these decent pieces......"

Lin Shuang'er put down the needle and thread in her hand and looked at the pastry on the table again, only to find that the shape of this pastry was indeed not as delicate and beautiful as before, and even a little rough and ugly......

It turned out that he made it himself?

His knife-wielding hand can also make pastries?

Lin Shuang'er didn't know what she thought, and her brows couldn't help jumping......

Mingyue said: "Princess, do you want to try it?" The slave saw that he was doing a lot of work......"

Lin Shuang'er quickly looked away and said, "Take it, let him stop doing it, I won't eat it......"

Mingyue said: "The princess really doesn't want to taste it?" What if the taste is what you're thinking about? ”

Lin Shuang'er grabbed the brocade cloth on her hand tightly with her fingers and said, "I'm worried about it...... It's never been that kind of pastry......"

Mingyue couldn't understand, and when she saw that she refused to eat it, she said: "Since the princess doesn't want to eat it, the slave and maid will throw it away, and the slave and maid see that this is really not good, and it is estimated that the taste is not much better......"

As he spoke, he took it away.

"Wait a minute." Lin Shuang'er still stopped Mingyue in the end.

Mingyue found her under the stairs, and said, "It's a pity to throw it away, why don't you taste it?" ”

Lin Shuang'er pursed her lips and said, "It's not impossible to taste it." As she spoke, she couldn't help but take a piece of pastry from the plate, slowly put it in her mouth and tasted it......

Unexpectedly, as soon as she was sent to the mouth, her expression froze a little bit, and then, a pair of eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

Mingyue looked at her inexplicably and asked, "What's wrong, princess?" Isn't it tasty? ”

Lin Shuang'er didn't speak, just chewed the things in her mouth slowly, and her face became more and more ugly.

"Why is this expression on the princess? Is this pastry hard to eat? Mingyue couldn't help but take a piece of pastry from the plate and put it in her mouth without saying a word.

"Phew~"

Who would have thought that as soon as she tasted the taste, Mingyue spit out the pastry.

"How is it salty?" Mingyue was surprised.

"How much salt did he put in it? But the slave is dead......"

Seeing that Lin Shuang'er didn't mean to spit it out, Mingyue quickly snatched the pastry in her hand and threw it on the plate.

"Princess, don't eat it, this prince is uneasy and kind, is he trying to trick the princess?"

Lin Shuang'er swallowed the pastry in her mouth, and for some reason, Ye Beicheng was busy in the dining room with a disgraced face in her mind, and she wanted to laugh a little.

The pastry was salty, bitterly salty, and she picked up her teacup and drank it down.

After a while, she said, "He has never been in the kitchen, probably because he has mixed salt and sugar......

...... in the dining room

Xuanwu looked at the mess in front of him, and couldn't help but persuade: "Lord Wang, let's do this today, you have used up all the flour......"

Ye Beicheng was a little surprised: "This is used up?" ”

Xuanwu muttered, "Isn't it? According to your kneading method, no amount of flour is enough for you......"

Ye Beicheng looked at the batter in front of him that had just begun to be kneaded, and began to make difficulties: "Then what should I do?" This king seems to have put too much water in it......"

Xuanwu said: "Lord Wang, this is already the last bag of flour, you can take it easy, don't pour too much......"

Before he could finish speaking, he poured down a bag of flour again.

Xuanwu took a deep breath and slapped his head suddenly, almost staring.

Get!

This will add more flour and water will have to be added to it......

Ye Beicheng's thin lips were tightly pursed, and in desperation, he had to add water to it, but as soon as the water was added, a lump of gnocchi turned into a batter again, staining his hands all over ......

Ye Beicheng couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately became angry, and slammed the desk with both hands into fists, shaking the objects on it......

He thought it was just a matter of kneading the dough, how difficult it could be, but it turned out that this kneading technique was a hundred times more difficult than his dancing knives and guns and leading troops to fight!

Xuanwu also struck a spirit.

He, the master, has always been resolute, and he is resolute in everything he does, and today he was able to endure kneading the dough for so long, Xuanwu was already shocked......

At this time, I am afraid that my patience has run out and I am going to start to lash out......

Thinking of this, Xuanwu hurriedly said: "Lord, otherwise, let's not do it, anyway, the princess may not like to eat ......."

At the mention of Lin Shuang'er, the anger in Ye Beicheng's eyes was extinguished at once.

"Do! Why not! I don't believe that I can't make a decent pastry! ”

Lin Shuang'er stood at the door, her eyes staring closely at the busy back of Ye Beicheng, and very complicated feelings welled up in her heart......