Lu Liangwei called Zhao Qian and others in.
Zhuyu and Chujiu had known for a long time that Lu Liangwei had made a cake in the afternoon, and they had been there the whole time, so they had witnessed with their own eyes how the cake was made, but they had not tasted the cake yet.
Fortunately, on the ninth day of the lunar month, Zhuyu became a foodie under the influence of Lu Liangwei. When Lu Liangwei called her in, she stared at the cake and swallowed her saliva.
"This is the cake I made. You can try it." Lu Liangwei had already divided the cake and asked them to serve it themselves.
The cake is not very big, but everyone can get a piece.
As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Qi took the lead in picking up the plate, looking at the soft, milky white cake inside, and then at the dragon martingale that was already eating on the side. He hesitated and asked, "Master, how does it taste?"
Long Yang glanced at him and shook his head, "It's not delicious."
Lu Liangwei said, "..." What about delicious food
Chu Yi also picked it up, looked at it for a moment, and looked at Long Yang with the same inquiry, "Is it really not delicious?"
"It's not delicious." Long Yang still shook his head, but the movements of his hands did not stop. He scooped up a mouthful gracefully and put it into his mouth.
The corner of Lu Liang's mouth twitched.
Zhao Gan looked at the dragon martingale thoughtfully, picked up the plate, took a bite, his eyes immediately lit up, and then when everyone looked over, he immediately shook his head, "It's really not delicious."
The first day of the lunar month, the seventh day of the lunar month, Zhuyu, and the ninth day of the lunar month: "..."
Several people reacted, stepped forward and kicked Zhao Qian.
They didn't dare to do anything to their master, but they didn't have to be polite to this dead eunuch.
Zhao Qian felt aggrieved, "I'm just telling the truth." He glanced at the master next to him from the corner of his eye, and thought to himself, if you have the ability, go and kick the master, the master is even more greedy, and he doesn't even want his share. If he hadn't been clever, everyone would have fallen into his trap.
I really didn't expect that the master would have such a greedy day.
Everyone looked at the already empty plate in Zhao Qian's hand, despised him fiercely, and collectively criticized him, "It's not delicious, and you eat it so fast. Are you trying to take advantage of us by saying such things without conscience?" Which portion?"
"How can I do that? Do I seem to be such a glutton?" Zhao Qian sighed, then ran to Lu Liangwei and said flatteringly, "Mother, when will you make this cake next time?"
Lu Liang smiled slightly, "If Mr. Zhao wants to eat it, he can ask the people in the imperial kitchen to cook it."
Zhao Qian was stunned, "People from the imperial kitchen? When did they develop such delicious and exquisite snacks? Why haven't I heard about it?"
"I'll write down the steps for making the cake, and you can give it to the people in the imperial kitchen and let them learn how to make it." Lu Liang said with a smile.
Zhao Qian's eyes widened, "Is your Majesty going to give the secret recipe for making cakes to the grandsons in the imperial kitchen?"
I accidentally said something bad in front of my master and mistress, so I quickly shut up.
"I also learned how to make this cake from somewhere else. It doesn't matter if I teach it to them. Once they learn it, we will be happy in the future." Lu Liangwei said very fondly.
In ancient times, there were no egg beaters, so the whole process was done by hand, which was very tiring.
She couldn't lift her arms at the moment, but she couldn't let the emperor know, otherwise she would be reprimanded by him again.
Zhao Qian thought: With such a special pastry, if I open a pastry shop outside, I am afraid I will make a fortune, but the empress has obviously not thought about making money from the cake.
He had no choice but to give it up.
Within a moment, everyone had finished eating the cakes on their plates. Only Lu Liangwei was still eating slowly.
Everyone's eyes turned to the cake on her plate.
(End of chapter)