"Our empress came here to make dumplings for the emperor with her own hands. Leave a few of the royal chefs behind and leave the rest!"
Feimo stood up and gave orders.
In an instant, the people in the imperial dining room walked out, and in the end only a few imperial chefs were left.
Tang Qingping found an imperial chef who was good at making noodles and asked him to use spinach juice and carrot juice to make noodles.
After a while, two colors of dough came out.
Tang Qingping thought about his favorite celery dumplings, so he asked someone to chop the celery.
Then the meat pieces are cooked in various seafood soups.
When it was almost cooked, I took it out again, chopped it into minced meat, and mixed it with celery.
He also asked the pastry chef to wrap the two kinds of dough into dumplings.
After putting the dumplings into the broth and boiling them, Tang Qingying took out the dumplings with his own hands and put them on a white plate on the side.
He also asked people to prepare several dipping sauces, and then asked Fei Mo to carry them towards the imperial study room.
After the imperial concubine left, all the royal chefs wiped their sweat.
Didn’t the female official just say that the imperial concubine wanted to make it for the emperor herself
But why are they doing it?
Several imperial chefs looked at each other, and the last imperial chef said dryly, "The empress pretended it herself."
Handmade, indeed made by the empress herself.
The other imperial chefs also nodded.
So, after the imperial concubine and the empress personally cooked the dishes, the imperial kitchen returned to its previous busy state.
On this side, Tang Qingqing came to the imperial dining room again.
He gently packed Jun Wuyan's desk, took out the plate of juicy dumplings, and placed it on the desk.
"Your Majesty, please use it!"
Tang Qingqing stretched out his hand.
"Um!"
At this time, Jun Wuyan clung to the ivory chopsticks and started eating.
He ate and nodded.
The last plate was eaten. Jun Wuyan wiped his hands and nodded, "Let's go to the imperial concubine tonight!"
As soon as Tang Qingying heard what he said, he immediately agreed and led Fei Mo away with a smile.
Jun Wuyan, who was sitting on the chair, looked at her cheerful footsteps, with a faint smile on his lips.
At night, Jun Wuyan followed his instructions and came to Tang Qingxing's bedroom.
After all, they have been a couple in name only for more than half a year, except that there is no last hurdle in the past.
In fact, Tang Qingqing also knew Jun Wuyan's body very well.
After all, Jun Wuyan didn't like being served by palace maids, and he didn't like being served by eunuchs either.
So she was usually alone, but later Tang Qinghui arrived in the palace, so Tang Qinghui became his personal maid.
When Jun Wuyan arrived at Tang Qingqing's palace, he went directly to the side hall, took off his clothes, and slid into the hot spring pool.
At this time, Tang Qingqing also walked in, holding a handkerchief, and began to wipe Jun Wuyan's back.
During this period of time, Tang Qingming had completely completed his psychological construction.
If there was still a feeling of red ears and heartbeat at the beginning, it was completely gone now.
She is a time tasker, although she still can't pass the last hurdle.
Even though I say xo, even though I say, this is not her body.
But when it comes to making love, it is the combination of spirit and body.