After that day.
Wen Xian and Zhao Huai had a truce, and the two were ordered to protect Ji Yunshu secretly, and they were inseparable.
Since the two of them drank that night, the relationship has eased a lot, and they no longer shouted about fighting or killing. The only mission of the two is to protect Ji Yunshu.
But Ji Yunshu didn't need his protection at all, and there were martial arts experts around her.
And during this time, since Wenjian was sent to the capital, Jing Rong resigned to his fate and passed a very leisurely time. What should I do with this time
Of course, it is used to play all kinds of tricks!
Anyway, idle is idle.
Recently, Jing Rong fell in love with cooking. On this day, before dawn, he ran to the kitchen and took the chef who usually cooks to teach him.
The chef was stunned and tender!
"Your Highness, your status is honorable. We should do this kind of rough work."
"You just treat this king as your apprentice, you don't have to care about your identity, you teach well, and this king learns well."
"Apprentice?" The chef's voice was trembling, and he quickly waved his hand, "My lord, you can spare the little one, the little one is timid, you shouldn't be scared like this."
"Do you teach or not?" Jing Rong glanced at him.
How can this person be more wordy than the monks in the temple? It's really annoying.
The chef was frightened by Chi Guoguo, and he firmly said, "Teach."
Jing Rong nodded in satisfaction!
So, the chef trembled and began to teach hand by hand.
Jing Rong studied very seriously, and followed the teacher's teaching in a good manner.
"Wait for the oil to smoke."
wait!
"Add a spoonful of salt."
add!
"Add half a teaspoon of sugar."
add!
"Fat meat in, hurry up."
put!
…
"Out of the pot."
okay!
The chili fried pork is out of the pan.
As a result, I accidentally cooked a table of dishes.
It's a pity that it sells very poorly, black black, coke coke, and wilted.
The ripe is not ripe!
Everything that shouldn't be overripe is overripe.
In short, that is a table disaster scene.
And it's still not as eye-catching!
He stood in front of those who didn't know whether it was a dish or something with a spatula in his hand, frowned, pointed to one of the plates, and asked the master, "What kind of dish is this?"
"When fried vegetables."
"what about this?"
"Crispy Short Ribs."
"What about this?"
"This is..." The chef said with a "tsk" in his mouth. He couldn't see what it was. It was all black. After thinking about it for a while, he finally thought, "It's steamed fish."
puff-
Give me a basin, I want a big basin.
When the two of them worked on that dish, it couldn't be more comical.
The chef asked him, "My lord, these are the dishes you cooked yourself, why are you asking me?"
"This... I forgot about it for a while. Next time I study, I will just take a small notebook and write it down." He was very eager to learn, he pointed to the plate of black fish and said, "Except that guy, the rest of the dishes are Bring them all out to the table."
"Ah?" The chef was shocked and quickly asked, "Then, lord, you said you did it."
"Of course the king did it!"
Do you still want to take credit
shameless.
The chef said that his heart was very tangled.
Soon, the meal he made was on the table.
When everyone saw it, they were dumbfounded on the spot. First, they were surprised that a prince came into the kitchen to cook? Second, I was surprised that the food at this table was "full of color, flavor, and flavor".
Mo Ruo swallowed and thought, after all, this is the first time this prince has entered the kitchen, so he took a bite with chopsticks and praised him without a smile, "I still don't want to hit him. Okay, it's delicious, not bad, this thing actually tastes very good, I don't know what else is added in it, maybe there is garlic... "
Incoherent nonsense!
Jing Rong bumped into him and asked, "How about I ask you?"
"Very good, very good." He put down his chopsticks, "That... I still have medicine boiled in my room, I'll go take a look, you can eat slowly, you don't need to leave me any food."
Smoke.
Ran!
"Is it so scary?" Tang Si was curious, and "cut" again, looking at the dishes on the table and saying, "Some dishes are just like this, they don't look good, but they taste delicious. In our Hou Liao, All kinds of snakes, insects, mice and ants can be eaten, but the appearance is not good, but the taste is unforgettable."
As she spoke, she grabbed a piece of something in one of the plates while holding chopsticks, put it to her mouth and bit it, but she didn't bite for a long time.
Finally had to give up.
He swallowed, looked at Jing Rongle very embarrassedly, pointed to his teeth and said, "I have bad teeth recently, I will go to Moruo and ask him to check my teeth, you eat, don't wait for me."
Smoke.
One more run.
Compared to the two of them, Ji Yunshu was much calmer. She chose a dish that she knew what it was and picked it up. After eating a mouthful, she didn't show any expression, she silently put down her chopsticks, nodded and said, "Well... good."
In order to confirm that it was really good, and in order to be responsible for her words, she ate a few more mouthfuls, thinking it was a pad.
Jing Rong was so happy that she kept picking up the dishes and putting them in her bowl.
"Eat more, if it's not enough, this king will make it for you."
"… "
"Eat more, this is delicious. Look at you, it's because you are too thin, so you must eat more and keep your body healthy, so that you will be able to give birth in the future."
"… "
This is the consequence of lying, and you have to endure it even with tears in your eyes.
So, Ji Yunshu was forced to eat a... meal.
I had a stomach upset that night, and I went to the toilet more than a dozen times in one night.
In the end, he collapsed directly onto the bed.
Qiao'er held a candlestick in one hand and a bowl of hot water in the other, and called a few times by the bed, "Mr. Ji, why don't you drink a bowl of hot water."
No movement!
"Mr. Ji?"
"Still no movement."
Qiaoer thought that he was asleep, and just as he was about to leave, he heard a word from the person on the bed.
"Help me up... to the thatched hut."
This fact is to warn people in the world not to speak against your conscience, otherwise, you will pay a very painful price.
But it was precisely because of her "good" sentence yesterday that Jing Rong was even more confident.
Brother, please let go!
However, the appearance of the several dishes I made today was much better. Anyway, it was cooked, but the taste was still a bit "inexplicable".
Like yesterday, Moruo reluctantly took a few mouthfuls and praised him reluctantly. Later—
slipped again.
Tang Si also painted the scoop according to the gourd!
So, the final responsibility of tasting the dishes fell on Ji Yunshu again. Naturally, she stretched her stomach for another night.
Oh my god!
In the end, everyone couldn't bear it anymore.
Rebellion begins!