Jun Beiyu replied, "Yes." ”

The dignified prince ate pancakes and rolled green onions, Murong Zhuque felt that there was no one left, and suddenly he had inspiration, do you want to get something else to tease him?

What to do? Soy milk with fritters?

Fried stinky tofu? Snail flour?

The problem is that the latter two things, she is afraid that she will not be able to make them, that is, fritters, and she is not confident to do it well, so she has to experiment first.

"Okay, when Steward Li comes out, I'll ask him to take me to the kitchen, and you go back to Qianrui Courtyard by yourself first?" Forget it, I'll help you back. Murong Suzaku stretched out his hand.

Jun Beiyu grabbed it without hesitation, but didn't leave, "Can I go to the kitchen to help you." ”

“？”

"It's not! I mean, I'm so bored that I'm going to go around the kitchen and take a break. ”

It's dangerous!

Beads of sweat poured out of Jun Beiyu's forehead - in the past, it was not so difficult for him to deal with the emperor.

Deal with the emperor, as long as he concentrates, there will be no problem.

But for the woman, he couldn't concentrate at all, and when he saw the woman's figure, all kinds of messy pictures appeared in his mind. One will be the woman's shadow, one will think about what the woman likes, and will send it to please her in the future, and the other will fantasize about two people getting married.

I don't know if the two of them can have a room...... The odds are slim.

No matter what it was, in front of the woman, he couldn't concentrate at all, so his mouth was also talking nonsense from time to time.

"Ah, this ......," Murong Suzaku thought for a moment, "your life does seem to be quite boring. ”

Because he pretended to be lame, he couldn't go anywhere.

It can't be high-profile yet, so as not to be targeted by the emperor.

I don't see any friends he has on weekdays, except for Li Yunchi, there doesn't seem to be much to come and go.

“…… Oh, yes. Jun Beiyu smiled bitterly.

Murong Suzaku squeezed his eyes, "I'll teach you how to cook, how about it?" ”

Hey~ Playing with the prince, do you have to let him eat fried stinky tofu? Isn't it more interesting to see him cut piers in an apron?

If you want to have fun, you have to do those plots that you don't even dare to act in TV dramas.

Jun Beiyu was entangled, "I am very willing to learn, but ...... Never let outsiders see it. ”

The gentleman cooks far away, and if the subordinates are seen, their prince runs into the kitchen to cook, and the loyal servants can kneel from noon until tomorrow morning in protest.

Murong Suzaku knew that there had to be a limit to messing around, "Okay, then let's go out of the kitchen, and then drive them out of the yard, we close the door and cook slowly?" ”

"Okay." Jun Beiyu was so excited that he almost laughed.

Subsequently.

The two didn't wait for Steward Li to come out, so they held hands and went to the palace kitchen.

A quarter of an hour later.

The people under the palace kitchen were frightened!

In broad daylight, they first saw the prince and the young lady of the Marquis of Changning coming hand in hand.

Then they were kicked out again, and the two of them didn't know what to do in the kitchen.

The subordinates were so frightened that they couldn't do it, and they were looking for Steward Li and Li Yunchi in the Wangfu.

……

Inside the kitchen.

Murong Suzaku found that there was rice in the pot that had just been steamed, and when he saw the small pickles pickled by the cook, he had an idea, "Have you ever seen egg fried rice?" Have you ever eaten it? ”

Jun Beiyu replied honestly, "I've seen it, but I haven't eaten it." ”

"Why? Dislike? Murong Suzaku asked suspiciously—if you don't like it, just change it to a simple dish.

"This ......" Jun Beiyu pondered, how to tell her tactfully, he is a prince anyway, and the food is still more particular.

"I should like it, it's just a coincidence, and I haven't had a chance to taste it."

Murong Suzaku was relieved, "Then do you mind, do you make egg fried rice today?" It's easy to use. ”

Jun Beiyu, "Okay." As long as she wants, arsenic fried rice, he is willing to swallow it.

Murong Suzaku came to the basin, poured out the water inside, refilled it with a scoop, washed his hands first, and then changed the basin of water, "Come and wash your hands." ”

Just moved the gold bricks, and both hands were dirty.

"Okay."

Jun Beiyu obediently washed his hands.

While King Rui was washing his hands, Murong Suzaku began to prepare the ingredients.

Place the rice in a wooden bowl and spread it with a wooden spoon.

Pull out five eggs, chop some chopped green onions, find some spices, etc.

After washing his hands, Jun Beiyu came up, "How to do it?" ”

Murong Suzaku was about to start teaching, when he suddenly saw the clothes the man was wearing—this was a pale cyan dress, simple and elegant, without the gorgeous exaggeration of silk, nor the luxury and solemnity of brocade, like cotton rather than cotton, focusing on comfort.

"How much silver do you have for this garment?"

"This? Three hundred taels. ”

“……”

Murong Suzaku looked at him with a foolish look, "That's it?" Three hundred taels? Are you sure? Even if you don't care about money, you have to have a bit of a brain, right? I don't mind if you buy expensive things, but don't get wronged either! ”

Jun Beiyu chuckled, knowing what the woman had misunderstood.

He took the woman's hand, then placed her hand on his sleeve.

Murong Suzaku was confused, and he couldn't understand what the man was going to do, so let her touch his arm?

But when the cold fabric stuck to her skin, a cool and dry feeling instantly wrapped around her hands.

This feeling is like being covered with a silk quilt blowing air conditioner, how comfortable it is, how comfortable it is.

Jun Beiyu apologized, "According to reason, this dress should be made for you to make a few pieces, but there is really no other color, this material is particularly troublesome to maintain, not only can not be dyed, but also can not be soaked in water, it is best not to be exposed to the sun, this color is not suitable for women, so I didn't make it for you." ”

“……”

Murong Suzaku knew that she had made a joke, how did she know that there was such a magical fabric in ancient times?

She originally wanted to ask what kind of material was so magical, but suddenly remembered the bairui tea that was planted on an iceberg and fried with a hundred kinds of stamens, and instantly felt that there was no need to ask.

These rich people are looking for these strange things all day long, just get used to it.

"Oh." She withdrew her hand from the man's sleeve, "No wonder it's so expensive, this material is very popular in the elite circle, right?" ”

"Not welcome."

"Why?"

"Because the color is too plain and looks too cheap, those who can afford the material can't look at the color; Those who can accept this color cannot afford to buy the material. ”

Murong Suzaku smiled, "If you change me, I won't buy it." "Three hundred taels, it's too expensive.

Jun Beiyu's smile stiffened slightly, "You don't like this color?" "He didn't wear it after that.

Murong Suzaku keenly captured, "I like it, except for being expensive, I can't find any shortcomings." You just wear it, I think it fits you well. ”

"Why?"

"It's good, it's low-key and luxurious. It's not good to say, but it looks mediocre, but in fact it is rich. ”

Jun Beiyu really wants to say - what color do you like, say it, and he will wear it every day in the future.

But he didn't dare to be too attentive.

I could only deliberately smile detachedly and nodded, "Pass the prize." ”