"Your Majesty, this fire is too hot."
As soon as he finished speaking, black smoke billowed out of the cage, making Situ's eyes hurt from the smoke.
After finally extinguishing the flames, I opened the cage and saw that the good guy was almost burnt to black coals.
Facing Shang Mingwei's encouraging eyes, Si Tu became more frustrated and courageous, and started to fiddle again, adding a lot of sugar.
This time it will be more successful than last time, at least the pastry can take shape!
Putting it on the cage again, Si Tu put his palms together and muttered something.
"What are you doing, ma'am?"
Seeing her pious expression, Mingwei asked curiously.
"Of course it's for the old man Kitchen God to grow his eyes, so don't burn all the pots."
With a puff, everyone in the imperial dining room couldn't help laughing.
The Empress is too cute.
"What are you laughing at, I'm serious."
Mingwei couldn't help but nodded and said,
"Yes, yes, the empress is the most serious."
It was the first time for her to see someone cooking with a fire, so she would inevitably burn the pot and go to worship the Kitchen God.
"Slaves, let's light the fire for the empress."
If Si Tu is allowed to continue to burn, the entire imperial dining room may suffer in a short while.
"You still have this."
Situ was full of admiration.
Since she had just finished lighting a fire, she had admired those who could make it.
"There are still a lot of slaves and maids, and the empress can discover them one by one in the future."
Mingwei blinked at her with a faint smile on her face.
Anyway, the future is long, and she will stay by Niangniang's side for the rest of her life.
in the future? Si Tu felt that this term was a bit far-reaching.
But facing Shang Mingwei's shining eyes, Si Tu couldn't say anything to refuse, and nodded slightly.
Standing by the stove, watching the steaming heat gushing out of the cage, Si Tu still had an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
[The fire was made by Mingwei, and the dough was kneaded by the chef for you later]
The host has a hellish sense of accomplishment.
[I haven't hit you for three days, and I don't know my name anymore, right?]
Do you really think that you can do whatever you want without an entity
"The pastries are ready to be baked."
The imperial chef estimated the time and reminded Si Tu to remove the pot.
The steam blocked her view, but it should be good to smell the rice scent mixed with the chrysanthemum scent.
When the fog cleared, Si Tu lowered his head and took a closer look, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
Obviously she cooks according to the imperial chef's method, how come it looks like this after it comes out of the pot
It was so soft and sticky that it didn't even have a shape.
Don't say it's a pastry, if you say it's a lump of purple glutinous rice, Situ will believe it.
The ruthless laughter of the system came from the mind.
It seems that the home host is a good player in war, and cooking or something is too crotch.
[What are you laughing at? Can you make such a unique pastry?]
Looking at the lump on the cage, Si Tu couldn't see it.
"How about... Madam, do it again?"
Mingwei asked tentatively.
It's not easy for her to discourage her mother's enthusiasm for cooking.
Looking at the few remaining purple chrysanthemum petals, Si Tu gave up the idea of doing it again, broke the jar and said,
"That's it, eat or not."
After bringing out the lump of pastry, Si Tu poured another layer of honey on it.
Although it can't be seen that it is a pastry, at least it is sweet!
"Go, send it to Shen Si while it's hot."
She couldn't afford this kind of birthday gift, so she might as well give him some gold and silver utensils tomorrow.
Mingwei: Ah, are you sure you won't save me again
But since Si Tu has spoken, the group can only accompany them to the Golden Luan Hall.
Above the main hall, Shen Si raised his head from a pile of memorials, frowning tightly.
"You said that no one named Chi Yuan was found in Shengjing?"
Cheng Xiang was also quite puzzled. He even searched all over the suburbs, but still couldn't find it.
"This person should not be from Shengjing, why don't the subordinates expand the scope?"
Shen Si waved his hand, now that someone who knows his identity is by his side, why don't he ask her.
"By the way, there is one more thing."
Cheng Xiang recalled that when he passed by the Imperial Garden when he was in the Golden Luan Palace, the purple chrysanthemums in full bloom were all bald, leaving only the stamens.
Shen Si raised his eyes, motioning for him to continue talking.
"Your Majesty especially loves purple chrysanthemums, why did you shovel that piece of imperial garden?"
If it wasn't for Shen Si's personal instruction, no one in the palace would have the guts to touch this purple chrysanthemum.
"Shovel it, when did I issue this decree?"
Shen Si only felt that his blood pressure was soaring. Those pots of purple chrysanthemums were carefully cultivated by the gardener, and it took decades to feed these plants.
He was still waiting for the birthday party to watch with Ah Tu.
"Your Majesty is so angry."
From a long distance, Si Tu heard the roar of the Golden Luan Hall and the sound of slapping the table.
It can be seen that Shen Si is very angry this time.
Hey, who in this world can make him so angry.
Si Tu expressed her curiosity, but she still cherished her life.
"Forget it, let's come back later."
But don't hurt Chi Yu, she can't stand Shen Si pinching her again.
She was afraid that she could not help but want to chop off his wrist.
Shen Si's starry eyes: The lady is mighty! Love love love.
Cheng Xiang and Ming Wei covered their faces to express that they didn't see it.
"Master, calm down, can you hear the voice of the Empress Empress outside?"
It's rare for Si Tu to come to the Golden Luan Hall, why don't you seize the opportunity to catch up
Cheng Xiang, who helped his master chase his wife, said that he was very tired.
But before Cheng Xiang could react, he just felt a black shadow flash past in front of his eyes. .
When he came back to his senses again, his master had already stood at the gate of the Golden Luan Hall.
"Ah Tu, why are you free to come and see me?"
Shen Si raised his eyebrows, took her hand and dragged her into the hall.
It's not easy for the lady to come to see him once, so she can't waste this opportunity to cultivate feelings for nothing.
"Then what, I'll come and deliver you something to eat, and I'll leave when I'm done. You should be busy."
Si Tu wanted to pass the food box to Shen Si, but Cheng Xiang took it and put it on the imperial table.
"Your Majesty is not busy, and your empress's business is more important."
Cheng Xiang walked halfway, and found that Ming Wei was still lying on the pestle carelessly, and then packed her away directly.
For a while, only Si Tu and Shen Si were left in the Golden Luan Hall.
Seeing his thick dark circles, Situ rolled his eyes indecently, and said in a bad mood,
"Your Majesty, don't crawl on the bed indiscriminately in the future, you will suffer retribution."
It was because the dragon bed was not fragrant, or the Jinluan Palace was not feeling well, so she wanted to go to her bedroom.
Touching the tip of his nose in embarrassment, Shen Si coughed tactically, changed the subject,
"Did Ah Tu bring a plate of pastries? It smells pretty good."
Shen Si opened the food box, looked at the piles of purple rice cake-like things, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly,
"The people in the imperial dining room don't even know how to make a plate of pastries now?"
Although it smelled like chrysanthemums, the appearance was really ugly.
Coupled with the fact that there was a layer of honey poured on it, Shen Si lost his appetite even more.
"I did it."
Si Tu folded his arms and just looked at him quietly.
What's the matter, although it doesn't look good, it's edible anyway.
(end of this chapter)