"Today is different from the past. At that time, I didn't know that my cousin was working so hard." Mu Nanzhi's expression became more serious. As he got off the couch, he went to change clothes and freshen up. "Jixiang, don't sleep either. Come with me to the kitchen."
Jixiang: "...Yes, I obey."
She silently recited the Bodhisattva's blessing three times in her heart, hoping that the princess was just acting on a whim. Otherwise, if the princess behaved like this every day, she would never be able to sleep soundly again.
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kitchen.
Mu Nanzhi didn't take it seriously and woke up the whole palace on such a dark day, so he asked Ji Xiang to give him guidance. However, Song Fu was older and had already woken up at this time. He heard that Mu Nanzhi wanted to learn When cooking, I came over to help.
In fact, Mu Nanzhi is not as stupid as Jixiang imagined, at least his method of chopping vegetables is still correct.
"Princess, you are a good swordsman." Song Fu lit the fire and watched Mu Nanzhi cutting the meat with a kind and kind look on his face.
He and Lu Zhishan have been master and servant for nearly thirty years. They are master and servant in name, but in fact they are more like father and son in private. In addition, Song Fu's son Song Tong is far away in Beidi, so he loves Lu Zhishan even more. .
"Hey, my cousin taught me how to use a knife. Although it's not a kitchen knife, it's similar, and I can see you guys doing it a lot." Mu Nanzhi was very interested and chopped the shredded meat into dices. , while chatting with Song Fu, "How is Song Tong doing now?"
"Not bad, not bad. Now he has been promoted again and has been assigned a bigger house." When mentioning his only son, Song Fu was very pleased, with a happy face and couldn't help nodding. "Last month he wrote a letter saying that His wife is pregnant again and is expected to give birth before the end of the year."
"That's a good thing. My cousin and I will definitely give them a big red envelope when the time comes. If you are not afraid of being tired, I will send you to Beidi to see your new grandson." Mu Nanzhi was also happy, Lu Zhi Shan was nostalgic and valued these subordinates very much, so she naturally followed suit. She was always generous in these matters. Although Lu Zhishan didn't say it, he was very happy in his heart.
"Then I would like to thank you, Princess," Song Fu said with a smile. He stood up to stir the pot and said to Mu Nanzhi, "Princess, you can put the diced meat in."
"Okay," Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he put a small bowl of diced meat into Bai Jinjin's rice soup. While watching Song Fu stir the pot, he asked a little nervously, "Song Fu, when do you add the salt?" ah?"
"We have to wait until the pot is ready," Song Fu said, covering the pot lid again and continuing to light the fire. Seeing that Mu Nanzhi was still staring at the pot a little nervously, he suddenly smiled again, "Princess, you don't have to watch anymore, old slave." Just make the fire alone, and let Miss Jixiang teach you how to cook two delicious side dishes. When the prince eats porridge, you must know better than me what dishes he likes to go with."
"Okay," Mu Nanzhi was a little embarrassed, pursed his lips, and finally told Song Fu, "Song Fu, please cook for a while, my cousin likes thicker porridge."
"Yes, the old slave knows." Song Fu said with a smile. He was naturally happy that Mu Nanzhi treated Lu Zhishan with such care.
Mu Nanzhi was so busy that she ran to find Jixiang. Jixiang had already cut the bamboo shoots, cooked the chicken breasts, and soaked the mushrooms. When Mu Nanzhi came over, she was taking out a small plate of pickles from the jar. It was marinated by the master chef of Zhenshui Villa. Lu Zhishan liked to eat some when he was having porridge.