I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Two-quarters of an hour after Mrs. Qin left, someone came to the small kitchen.

It was a young eunuch whom I had never seen before. He showed a smile when he entered the door: "Which one is Mrs. Jin?"

Nanny Meng reacted the fastest and dragged Luo Qianhuai over: "Here he is! I wonder if the official is looking for Jin'er. Is there any good news?"

He Naiguan looked at Luo Qianhuai, and the smile on his face deepened: "His Highness is sending you over!"

Chef Duan and Chef Xu looked at each other, both of them looking unhappy.

Luo Qianhuai's expression was worse than the other two. This was not part of her plan. If she was cheated and registered in front of His Highness the Eighth Prince, what would the real Jin'er do?
"Jin'er, are you so happy that you are stunned?" Nanny Meng quickly pushed her: "Hurry up and don't let His Highness wait!"

Luo Qianhuai had no choice but to follow slowly. He Neiguan looked to be only a year or two older than her, but he was an old man who had served His Highness the Eighth Highness for many years. Seeing how nervous she was, he comforted her and said: "Your Highness just used up a bowl of fermented glutinous rice dumplings. It can be seen that he is very worried about this." Lady Jin’s workmanship is satisfactory.”

Luo Qianhuai actually has a little confidence in her cooking skills, especially in this era when cooking techniques are relatively simple and the variety of dishes is extremely scarce. The familiar Hangzhou dishes in her mind will definitely impress people. Refreshing.

For example, the rice dumplings made with fermented rice can be made in hundreds of ways by one hundred people. She is used to adding lotus root starch to thicken the soup after boiling it to thicken the soup and enhance the taste. Unexpectedly, it suits His Highness the Eighth Prince's liking.

After entering the main hall, she knelt down obediently, but she didn't hear anyone shouting from above.

"Qiao Jin'er?" A childish voice pretending to be mature sounded from above. Luo Qianhuai subconsciously looked up and saw a boy wearing a scarlet brocade robe.

The boy was only about ten years old. His black hair was tied into a pair of buns with golden and red satin. His small face was somewhat stern, and only his eyes showed an indifference that should not be present at this age.

Yu Jin obviously didn't expect that this little palace maid would raise her head and look directly at him, and her expression was a little stiff for a while.

"Bold!" Young Inspector Zheng rushed over: "How did you learn the palace rules? How dare you look directly at His Highness?"

While Luo Qianhuai lowered his head seemingly respectfully, he denounced this unreasonable feudal etiquette countless times.

But Young Inspector Zheng obviously still remembered that he had brought her here. After scolding her, he did not forget to say a few words on her behalf:
"Your Highness, Jin'er has only been in the palace for half a year, and no one has been able to control her properly. Therefore, the rules are a bit off. I will teach her personally so that she will never be rude again."

"That's all." Yu Jin has always had a high vision and is naturally tolerant of beautiful people or objects. Luo Qianhuai's appearance caught his eye and made him feel pleasing to the eye, and the bowl of fermented glutinous rice dumplings just now inexplicably pleased him.

That’s not to say that it’s exactly the same as grandma’s, but it tastes like it’s made with the same care.

"His Highness has never seen most of these snacks you made," he said.

Luo Qianhuai immediately understood that the Eighth Prince called her here to ask her to name the dish.

She stood up slowly, and when she saw no one objected, she immediately made up her mind. She stepped forward and introduced them one by one: "This is the West Lake vinegar fish. Your Highness, try it. Are you used to it?"

Yu Jin took a bite and found that the taste was sweet and sour without any fishy smell, so he couldn't help but take another piece of it into his mouth.

"Your Majesty, please know that to make a good West Lake vinegar fish, you need to chop it with a total of seven cuts to ensure the tenderness of the meat. And for this Longjing shrimp dish, you must use Mingqian Longjing, and the size of the shrimps must be moderate. The price is 150 per catty. A shrimp is better."

She kept talking for a long time, and Yu Jin also tasted a few bites of each one. He was particularly fond of the sweet but not greasy Dingsheng cake. After eating two or three pieces in a row, he felt a rare feeling of fullness in his stomach. Mrs. Qin gritted her teeth and lowered her head, her body slowly disappearing into the shadows behind the pillars. However, Young Supervisor Zheng was overjoyed, so happy that he almost shed tears.

"Your Highness, you finally have a great appetite today!"

"Yes." Yu Jin said while cleaning his hands: "Jin'er has served you well, I will reward you."

Luo Qianhuai was taken down in confusion. With a smile on his face, Shaojian Zheng took a small gold cake weighing two ounces and put it solemnly into her hand: "Jin'er, I have long seen that you are a smart person with real talent and learning!"

"Young Master Zheng." Luo Qianhuai felt that this matter was out of her control, and felt a little uneasy: "Since His Highness has finished his meal, the maid will go back first. There is still a lot of work in Jiaofang Hall."

"Why are you still going back?" Young Supervisor Zheng looked at her with an expression that looked like a fool: "Oh, my Miss Jin'er, His Highness has tacitly agreed to keep you. From now on, you will be a member of our Qilin Palace, and everyone will look up to you wherever you go. At a glance - As for the bad job in Jiaofang Palace, I will send someone to explain it clearly to Gong Zhengsi and let them pick someone to come over, so you don’t have to worry about it anymore!"

Isn't this what she is most worried about? Luo Qianhuai didn't want to harm Qiao Jin'er. He could only try harder and said: "Actually, the work in Jiaofang Palace is free, which is very suitable for the servant. How about this, the servant writes down all the recipes she has learned, and promises to teach the people in the small kitchen, okay?"

When Master Zheng heard this, his face turned cold: "Have you thought clearly?"

Luo Qianhuai nodded solemnly: "I will never regret it."

"That's good. You only have this one chance. Even if you cry and beg, don't even think about stepping into the gate of Qilin Hall again!" Young Supervisor Zheng has never seen such a disrespectful person.

No wonder there are so many new maids coming in every year, but she was the only one who was kicked to Jiaofang Hall.

Neither Aunt Meng nor Chef Duan and Chef Xu expected Luo Qianhuai to make such a choice.

After writing out the recipes for all the dishes and snacks served today, she carefully explained and demonstrated them to the three of them. She made no secret of the key points and difficulties of each dish. Her level of realm and broad-mindedness were basically three things. Something no one has ever thought about.

You must know that in this era, people who are at the top of every industry have their own ability to stay at the bottom.

A master who has taught his apprentices to starve to death may not necessarily pass on his unique skills even before he dies.

Lady Jin was like a living Bodhisattva who fell from the sky, bringing out the smallness in their hearts.

The ten dishes she taught used some brand-new cooking techniques, such as deep-frying, thickening, smoothing, and stir-frying. They were all unheard of. It was like opening a new door. Just apply one example and draw inferences. You can develop brand new dishes and become one of the best royal chefs in the palace.

While the three of them were grateful, they also wanted to give each other their own recipes.

Luo Qianhuai refused, but said something that they didn't quite understand at the moment: "If one day you have spare capacity, please try your best to help Jin'er."

The three of them clapped their chests and agreed, and she resolutely returned to Jiaofang Hall with a bag of snacks and fruits they had stuffed into her.

The palace door was still ajar as when she left, and it seemed that no one had ever come back.