Emperor Taishang loved piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which was also one of the reasons why he abdicated early.

After the abdication, I had a lot of time every day to write, paint, play the piano and listen to music, so happy.

Seeing Bai Qianmo's painted dress today, the Emperor Taishang was instantly interested, and he also wanted to try it.

I want to stroke the piano by myself and let the little girl dance the Dunhuang Flying Dance again.

What's more, where there is a little girl, there is definitely no loneliness.

Ye Chufeng patted the emperor on the shoulder: "Brother Huang, let my father and mother live here for a while!" The courtiers promised to take care of them. ”

"Okay! Later, you will send someone to follow me into the palace and bring the subordinates who are serving the father and the queen mother. ”

At this moment, a subordinate came to Qin Ruoshuang's side and whispered: "Princess Niangniang, Aunt Li in the kitchen asked the servant to ask Miss Eight, what seasonings are put in the pickled radish?" ”

Qin Ruoshuang was stunned, pickled radish was not made by Aunt Li?

A child who is not even four years old can actually make pickled radish?

Who taught?

Qin Ruoshuang looked at Bai Qianmo, "Mo'er, did you make the pickled radish you gave to the imperial grandmother?" ”

Bai Qianmo replied truthfully: "Mother, it was made by Aunt Li, I just prepared the seasoning." ”

"What seasonings did you put in them?"

Bai Qianmo was stunned, it's too bad, there are no chili peppers in Nanyan Kingdom, how can you say it?

After thinking about it, she said: "Mother, that is the exclusive secret recipe of Grandpa Zhang Sanfeng, and his old man has repeatedly told him in his dreams that it should not be passed on." ”

"How much did that Zhang Sanfeng teach you in your dreams?"

"That's a lot! Singing, dancing, and painting were all taught by his old man. ”

Qin Ruoshuang: "......"

This old man can do anything!

Even singing and dancing can be, it's not easy!

He should be a man, how can he dance that kind of soft and boneless dance?

But it's also good that someone can teach Mo'er these things, but I'm afraid that the old man has some ulterior motives.

Qin Ruoshuang looked serious: "Mo'er, do you dream of that old man every night?" ”

"Not anymore! Every two or three days, he would teach me something, and tell me to be a good person in the future, and not to do big rebellious things. ”

Qin Ruoshuang's nervous mood relaxed, she believed in her daughter.

And Mo'er is still young now, she will definitely not let Mo'er grow crooked.

Pickled radish is still an exclusive secret recipe that cannot be passed on, and the cook in the imperial dining room is going to run for nothing today.

Empress Taishang spoke: "If you can't learn, forget it, anyway, the palace lives in the palace, if you want to eat, just let the Mo'er girl do it, and the palace is worried that the chef in the imperial dining room can't make that taste." ”

The Emperor Taishang nodded, directly opposed the guest, and issued an expulsion order: "Emperor, you should also go back."

The fourth elder sent someone to follow and bring the subordinates who were serving Lone and your queen mother closely. ”

Ye Chufeng: "Yes, Father." ”

Emperor:......

And that's what started to drive people?

The butt hasn't been heated yet, and the most important thing is that I haven't tasted the pickled radish made by the little girl!

Even the queen mother was amazed by the pickled radish, how could she go back without tasting it?

"There's no hurry." The emperor sat down on the chair next to him, "Mo'er girl, bring me some pickled radish you made and give it to me to taste." ”

"Okay, the courtiers will go and get it for you."

Bai Qianmo walked out of the room on her short legs and ran to the kitchen.

When I ran to the kitchen, I saw that the jar of pickled radishes had been opened, and the cook in the imperial dining room was scooping pickled radishes from the jar.

"Why is it gone? I didn't even eat a few pieces! The cook muttered as he fished.

Aunt Li is full of black lines, you have eaten two bowls and still haven't eaten a few pieces?

Bai Qianmo was stunned, Uncle Huang hadn't tasted it yet, and half of the jar of pickled radishes was gone!

Aunt Li saw Bai Qianmo who was stunned at the door, and said with a smile: "Eighth Miss, the old slave of the radish is all cut, you quickly tell the old slave what to put in it, at noon, the old slave didn't pay attention to what seasonings you put in." ”

Bai Qianmo asked, "Aunt Li, are there no pickled radishes at all?" ”

"No, he ate it all."

"Oh no, Uncle Huang is still waiting to taste it, and he can't make it all at once! Marinate for at least two hours. ”

When the cook in the imperial dining room heard this, a drop of cold sweat slipped on his forehead.

I didn't learn to pickle radish, and I didn't have a piece left for others to eat.

What's even worse is that the emperor actually wants to taste it, what can I do?

Aunt Li glanced at the cook in the imperial dining room angrily, and brought the cut radish in the basin, "Miss Eight, what kind of pickle is this?" ”

"Aunt Li, put sugar and salt for half an hour, then wash it and put it in the jar, I'll get the rest, I'll go and talk to Uncle Huang first."

The cook in the imperial dining room lowered his head: "The old slave went to ask the emperor for his guilt." ”

A little pickled radish, it's not a good thing, this thing eats too much and farts, as for it?

"Old uncle, you still don't want to learn to pickle radish, this is my exclusive secret recipe, don't pass it on, you can't learn it, let's go!" I'll go and tell Uncle Huang, you don't have to ask for guilt, I'll just send it to Uncle Huang when I'm ready tomorrow." ”

"Thank you, Miss Eight, but the old slave has eaten all your pickled radish."

Bai Qianmo's face didn't matter: "I'll finish eating it, it's not a valuable thing, let's go!" ”

The cook in the imperial dining room followed Bai Qianmo to the emperor, and without waiting for the emperor to speak, he knelt in front of the emperor with a "poof" and said: "Your Majesty, the slave died, the slave did not learn to pickle the radish, but ate all the pickled radishes made by Miss Eight, and the slave should die." ”

The emperor frowned, are you here to learn how to make pickled radishes or to eat pickled radishes?

Bai Qianmo hurriedly spoke: "Uncle Huang, don't be angry! The courtiers don't do much, so tomorrow the courtiers will send it to you, okay? ”

The emperor glared at the cook fiercely, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and before everyone could react, he picked up Bai Qianmo and strode towards the door.

"The little girl will enter the palace with me tonight, and the fourth brother will come to pick her up tomorrow."

The Emperor glared and shouted, "Stinky boy, you have itchy skin, right?" Put down the lonely little granddaughter!

Staying alone in the palace is just for a little girl to paint together, you want to listen to the little girl sing, you actually want to snatch her away? ”

Bai Qianmo also reacted and shouted: "Uncle Huang, let the courtiers come down, don't enter the palace!" The Imperial Grandmother's dress hasn't been painted yet! ”

"I'll paint again tomorrow, and go into the palace with Uncle Huang tonight and sing a song to Uncle Huang."

"Huh? Still singing? Bai Qianmo shouted with a bitter face: "Father, save me, I don't want to go into the palace to sing." ”

The daughter was reluctant to enter the palace.

Good.

Ye Chufeng flew over the emperor's head and landed in front of him: "Brother Huang, it's getting late, you better go back and rest, and tomorrow the younger brother will send Mo'er into the palace to see you." ”

The Emperor Taishang took the opportunity to catch up, snatched Bai Qianmo, and raised his foot to kick the emperor's calf.

"Stinky boy, you are not small, you dare to rob people with you."