Half pay, silent and speechless.
"Who made this soup!" Liu Heng asked seriously again.
Half the price, a soft voice sounded faintly.
"Back to the emperor, this soup is made by a little girl." Gentle walked out of the five people slowly, her face still covered with tears.
Her voice was choked with sobs, and her expression was solemn. It could be seen that she had exhausted her strength and courage to answer this acknowledgment.
Because, it was her lovesickness, it was made for her dearest and beloved but far away when she said goodbye.
It's just because today the emperor personally gave the exam question - "True Love".
She thought that she would never make this kind of soup again in this life, but she reappeared the reluctance of her previous life again and again.
From the selection of chefs in Xianyang City to the selection of the emperor in the Jinluan Hall.
The natural expression of true feelings, without trace, is just the truest portrayal of her heart!
"Okay, okay, okay..." Liu Heng's voice was choked with sobs.
Except for the repeated words of praise, no words can express Liu Heng's mood at this time.
This soup is made by her.
No wonder it made me cry.
Just now tasting the bowl of soup, Liu Heng's thoughts wandered far, far away.
As far as before he ascended the throne, as far as the hardships of the unknown past he had experienced.
During the chaotic war, the current queen mother took the young him to pretend to be crazy and foolish, to suffer all kinds of hardships, to experience the sadness of the world, and also to those brothers who had bravely sacrificed their lives side by side in exchange for the ninety-five honors in this life...
Thinking of this, Liu Heng's eyes became sour...
I always think that now the body of the emperor, the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan...all the people bow down all day long, and the courtiers come to remonstrate...
Thousands of troops can be adjusted by waving;
With a wave of hands, millions of gold and silver can be dialed;
A word can kill a person;
One look can silence everyone...
I always thought that I would never cry again.
But never thought, this girl's bowl of red bean and lotus seed soup. It actually made the eye spring that had dried up already moist again.
The emperor is also a human being, and as a human being, there are seven emotions and six desires, but this crying is the most instinctive reaction in emotion!
This is the soup she made. So she wept...
Liu Heng finally understood at this moment, why just now. Tenderness will burst into tears!
Cook with sincerity and show your true feelings.
Even a simple bowl of soup can make people cry like rain.
"Who made this bowl of braised pork?" After finally calming down, Liu Heng changed the subject immediately.
"Back to the emperor, it was Xiaomin who did it!" Wen Shouzheng stood by the whole time, wondering why Wen Rou's face was covered with tears, and at this moment when he heard the emperor's question, he immediately came back to his senses.
"Oh? Hahahaha!" Liu Heng laughed heartily.
"It's true that the tiger father has no dogs and sons! It seems that this year I personally selected the royal chef. It turned out to be Chef Wen's father and daughter!" Liu Heng nodded in praise.
"Your Majesty's eyesight, naturally selected Wen's father and daughter with superb skills. Your Majesty, you have been tired for a long time, so leave the rest to the old slave!" Eunuch Fu responded respectfully.
"Well, you go and do it! You must settle the Wen family well!" Liu Heng explained in a soft voice, then turned around and left grandly.
Almost at the same time, in the streets and alleys of the capital, the results of this year's imperial chef selection in the palace were announced.
"Great! Miss Wen has really been selected as the royal chef in the palace!" Sheng Yaoshan had been waiting at the gate of the palace, so he was naturally the first to know.
Ren Yue and Mr. Song Tao returned to the mansion. Xiao Anzi sent the report quickly, of course it was a surprise as expected.
She has really entered the palace as an imperial cook!
Ren Yue had mixed feelings in his heart.
At the beginning, she promised to be gentle, if she was selected as the imperial chef in the palace. He will grant her a wish and do her a favor.
Now, she is really a royal chef...
Ren Yue's heart actually started to feel empty.
three years...
Gentle gave him a three-year promise...
He did her a favor, she spent three years leaving the palace!
To be an imperial chef means to be a special person who cooks for the emperor!
Although the imperial chefs in the imperial dining room are all in shifts, it is not possible for one person to cook imperial meals for the emperor all day long.
However, the affairs in the palace are complicated, and the emperor is always in charge of all kinds of affairs, and it is common for the South Study Room to approve memorials late at night. In addition, if the empresses and young masters of the palaces are lucky enough to be visited by the emperor. It is inevitable to tell the imperial dining room to do this and that.
Therefore, the work of the imperial chef in the imperial dining room is quite busy.
Although it is a shift. But I can't always go home.
Therefore, the emperor specially granted Wen's father and daughter a day to go back and prepare. It is also good to prepare for staying in the palace for a long time.
"Father, congratulations, you finally got your wish and became the imperial cook in the palace!" She smiled softly and sweetly.
"You girl, how dare you make fun of me! You are the pride of our Wen family! You are also the pride of Da Zhou! Think about it, is there any girl from the family who can cook for the emperor?" Wen Shouzheng laughed.
"Father! That's not because you teach well! You're Rou'er's master!" Wen Rou kissed Wen Shouzheng flattering without losing the opportunity.
"Hehe, you child! Pack up quickly, once you enter the palace tomorrow, you don't know when and when you will come back..." Wen Shouzheng suddenly felt a little sentimental.
"Father, look at what you said, don't I still have Ting'er? You can take good care of Rou'er! You can cook for the emperor in the palace!" Zhou forced a smile from the side. Her heart is also sour.
"Mother, in a few days, my brother will have a palace test. With his strength, he will definitely stand out! Rou'er is not here these days, and father is not here. You have to take good care of yourself! Good! While Cai Bo stays here, if you have anything to do, you can ask Cai Bo for help; if you miss me and my father, you can trouble General Sheng and Mr. Ren to bring a message to the palace. Mother, Rouer will definitely leave the palace if there is a chance Come and see you!" He exhorted gently and concernedly.
"Sister, don't worry, I will take care of my mother. I will definitely pass high school in this palace examination. Then I will be able to enter the court and become an official. At that time, my mother can enjoy happiness with me!" Wen Wen The court persuaded from the side.
"Brother, come on!" The gentle little hand held Wen Ting's big hand tightly.
The hearts of the two brothers and sisters were tightly tied together at this moment.
"Girl, after entering the palace, you should listen more and talk less about everything, and remember that if you talk too much, you will lose." Cai Mi simply explained that although Cai Mi had a lot of things to say to Wen Rou because of the obstacle of status, at this moment, it only turned into this. A simple and useful advice.
"Well, I got it, Uncle Cai, don't worry!" Winking gently and mischievously, the two master and apprentice tacitly understood each other.
Said to go back to pack the luggage, in fact, the luggage is really not much.
Wen Shouzheng had a bag, which contained some changes of clothes and a set of knives that he was used to;
Wenrou is also a simple cloth bag, except for a change of clothes, I only carry the black iron kitchen knife gifted by Chef Liu.
A girl's family, no makeup, no jewelry, not even a gorgeous silk handkerchief.
It's so refreshing and simple to prepare to enter the palace. 380