self-improvement as a cook

Chapter 76

Everyone was in an uproar at An Ran's words, and King Cheng'en even sneered: "After all, you are young and have little knowledge. Could it be that the banquet you are talking about is an earthen banquet in the countryside? The dishes in Sichuan are just spicy. What is there?" Is it a big dish for the banquet?"

An Ran didn't care, but Gu Yongcheng and his uncle both looked rather ugly, but they couldn't answer correctly, even though Cheng Engong was so mean and didn't look down on Sichuan cuisine, they made people speechless.

Most of the banquet dishes pay attention to exquisite workmanship, while Sichuan cuisine pays more attention to home cooking. Although it is fresh and fragrant, if there is no Sichuan cuisine at the banquet, this is also the reason why these Sichuan cooks have no status in the kitchen. Very helpless.

Don't want An Ran but said: "What I'm referring to below is not the village banquet, but the real big banquet. It should be said that even state banquets and palace banquets can be served."

Cheng Engong snorted: "Then the old man wants to ask, what kind of food are you going to cook, dare to say such big words."

Yue Jintang wasn't worried at first, but when he saw that Gu Yongcheng and Jiang Yu, two authentic cooks from Shu, looked at An Ran with puzzled expressions, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but when he saw the old god An Jiamu drinking tea, his heart was full. Even if he let it go, since An Jiamu wasn't worried, he must be confident, muttering something to himself, and just wait for this girl to show off her supernatural powers.

An Ran smiled slightly: "This dish I'm cooking is called chickpeas."

"Chicken bean curd? What kind of dish is this? I've never heard of it before. Besides, bean curd is just tofu. This tofu dish can be served in a palace banquet. There are only a few dishes. Where did you get the chick bean curd?"

But he didn't want An Ran to say a word, but Gu Yongcheng's uncle suddenly became excited, he forgot that the two were still opponents in the competition, a few steps over, a series of urgent Sichuan dialect mixed with official dialect, An Ran was confused.

Guo Zishan is also in a hurry. He has presided over this culinary competition several times, but it has never been so exciting. Yesterday, all the cooks who played against this girl for three consecutive rounds conceded and insisted that they were not this girl's opponent. It's so easy to wait until today, to see this girl make a move, so I naturally have to take a closer look, and I want to know what Jiang Yu said, so I waved to Gu Yongcheng: "What did your uncle say?"

Gu Yongcheng: "My uncle is asking Miss An, do you really know how to make this chicken bean curd?"

Yue Jintang asked curiously, "Isn't this chickpeas curd dish a Sichuan dish?"

Gu Yongcheng nodded, then shook his head: "It is Sichuan cuisine, but it has long been lost. Although our Sichuan is located in a remote place, it is also a land of abundance. Sichuan cuisine was once popular before. This chicken bean curd dish was recorded in ancient books. It is a must-have delicacy for state banquets in the state of Shu, but unfortunately the recipe has long been lost, so no one knows what it is made of, I don't think Miss An can cook it."

Both Yue Jintang and Guo Zishan were stunned, this matter sounded more and more mysterious, Sichuan cuisine that even the chefs in Sichuan don't know, this girl actually knows how to cook.

Hearing Gu Yongcheng's words safely, he understood why Jiang Yu was so excited, nodded: "I will indeed do it." Then he asked Gouzi and Shunzi to come over.

These two boys arrived in Beijing last night, and as soon as they arrived, they hung out for a night of soup according to An Ran's instructions. Originally, An Ran wanted them to stay in the mansion to sleep, but the two boys froze their heads and would rather die. No, just kidding, the master cooks, what a difficult opportunity, how can I miss it.

What's more, you have to help. Although Gao Bingyi insisted on recommending himself and wanted to help An Ran, the two boys firmly disagreed, especially Gouzi, who said with a playful smile: "Master, you are now a respectable chef. It's not plausible to be my master, let others see, our apprentices are just a show."

Gao Bingyi laughed, and knocked on the two boys: "I know what you guys think, and if you give the girl a hand, don't be sleepy." The two boys tossed about for a long time, promising and swearing, before Gao Bingyi nodded.

It was so easy when the master called them, the two boys immediately burst into smiles, and ran over, standing on one side very politely, and called out the master in unison.

An apprentice behind Han Zizhang snorted: "This girl is not very big, but she is not small. She has taken in two apprentices for such a big girl. It is a mistake."

The cook who was watching the scene next to him was not happy with his words: "Just relying on Miss An's craftsmanship, if she accepts me, I will burn incense for my ancestors immediately, I will go, I will go too..." Almost all the cooks followed suit.

Just as the boy was about to sneer, Han Zizhang's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Shut up." He shut his mouth in fright, not daring to say anything more.

Han Zizhang looked at An Ran uncertainly, and was quite shocked in his heart. He had also been to Sichuan, and knew a little about Sichuan cuisine. Indeed, as Gu Yongcheng said, Sichuan cuisine was not so unknown at the beginning. When passing the scenery.

Just like this chickpea flower, I have tried to study it myself, but I have searched through ancient books and interviewed countless old masters, and no one knows how this girl knows, or is she deliberately bluffing to win the game? After all, since no one knows how to make this dish, how do you know that she cooks it authentically?He wanted to speak, but he was hindered by his status as a bystander.

Just as he was in a hurry, he suddenly heard Guo Zishan say: "So I remembered it. When I was in Sichuan, I read a lot of ancient books. I vaguely remember this dish. The subtlety is that you can't see the chicken when you eat it. Like chicken, just like chicken, better than chicken, in this way, it is really hard to guess whether this dish uses chicken or tofu, can you explain to me, Miss?"

An Ran: "The beauty of this dish is that it uses meat and vegetables. The ingredients are chicken, but it has to be made into the shape of bean curd. It looks like bean curd, but tastes better than chicken. That's why it got its name. Therefore, the ingredients used are For the best chicken breast, choose the most tender part of the breast, so that this dish will not lose its shape."

Just as he was about to greet his apprentice, he didn't want to, but Jiang Yu stepped forward and looked at An Ran eagerly and earnestly, and said in rather blunt official words: "Can I help the girl in the kitchen?"

An Ran was stunned.

Cheng Engong: "Well, what does this sound like? Two chefs who competed against each other went to cook together. How does it matter if you win or lose?"

Yue Jintang shook his fan: "I said old man, why are you worried about this? Chef Jiang is willing to help An Ran, so we insist on stopping him. Wouldn't it be too unreasonable? What's more, my father-in-law doesn't know, now I don't know how many people in this kitchen shop want to help this girl, but it's a good thing that can't be snatched even if you break your head."

Guo Zishan became more and more curious: "Why is this?"

Yue Jintang laughed: "You will find out later."

An Ran originally admired Gu Yongcheng and his uncle, since he opened his mouth, it was naturally difficult to refuse, so he ignored the mournful eyes of the two apprentices and nodded.

Jiang Yu immediately became happy. Fortunately, although Jiang Yu's official language was not easy, he could listen to it. Anyway, when he was cooking, he didn't have to ask him, just tell him.

Gouzi came over sadly holding the chef's kitchen knife. As soon as the kitchen knife appeared, Guo Zishan was stunned: "This is Zheng Yuche's knife? How could it be in this girl's hand?" Although he knew that An Ran was Zheng Chunyang's apprentice, but He also knew that Zheng Chunyang still had two senior apprentices, so he would not be able to take over from this young apprentice if he inherited the mantle.

Cheng Engong snorted: "Zheng Chunyang is so old-fashioned. It's a pity to pass on his mantle to such an unreliable little girl."

Yue Jintang snorted and laughed: "Master Zheng understands better than anyone else that this mantle is passed on willingly, even this girl's two senior brothers are the same. Although this cooking business pays attention to ethics, it also pays the most attention to talent and craftsmanship. This girl's talent and craftsmanship I'm afraid that no one in our Dayan can compare to her, but this girl is really unkind, she has hidden so many good dishes without revealing them, if I knew she would cook this dish, I would have eaten it... "

Guo Zishan said goodbye to the beginning, His Royal Highness of the county is too thick-skinned, it is better not to talk to each other, so he concentrated on watching An Ran make this chickpea flower on the field, and suddenly understood the meaning of Gang Yue Jintang's words, this girl simply didn't take this Take the dish seriously, while making it, explain it to Jiang Yu next to him, and the explanation is so simple that even a layman like himself can understand it, let alone these cooks.

Jiang Yu was originally a famous chef in Sichuan, and his subordinates were naturally agile. Although it was the first time to cooperate with An Ran, he was not flustered. He listened carefully to An Ran's explanation while fighting.

Originally, he was a well-known cook, and it was very inappropriate to take the initiative to ask other cooks to help him. He has mastered his unique skills, but he can't care about it now. If he can learn the delicacy recorded in this ancient book, it will be of great significance to Sichuan cuisine and to these cooks in Sichuan.

But I didn't expect that An Ran could be so generous, she couldn't help but agreed to let him help, and explained every process carefully, lest he might not remember, and the explanation was extremely detailed, so she could talk about it in detail, not only him, but also the judges present , the cook, and the onlookers who joined in the fun can all hear clearly.

"This dish of chicken bean curd needs to be minced with chicken to make it into the shape of bean curd. After beating it with the back of a knife, pass it through with a fine gong, so as to remove the tendons inside and get the smooth and tender taste of bean curd. Add soybean flour, egg white, and cold soup. You need to pay special attention to the combination of these items. This is the key to the success or failure of chickpea curd. , the last step is to cook the bean curd. The heat is very important in this step. If the fire is too low, it will not be cooked well. If the fire is too high, the shape of the flower will be washed away. It needs just the right heat to make it..."

An Ran said to put the cabbage heart away, ordered two more wolfberries, scooped the prepared bean curd into the white porcelain gu, and slowly poured it into the top soup that had been boiled overnight yesterday. , crisp choy sum, bright red wolfberry, slowly poured into the clear top soup, rolling out flocculent clouds, it is too beautiful to behold.

Guo Zishan couldn't help but praised: "You don't need to taste it, just look at the chickpea curd made by Miss An, it's good luck, Miss An's cooking skills are really good."

But Yue Jintang was in a hurry: "Hurry up and bring it here for me to taste, what a delicious way to eat."

Gouzi stepped forward and put the bean curd in front of him. Yue Jintang scooped up a spoonful impatiently. Guo Zishan couldn't help but said, "It's a pity, it's a pity..."

"It's a pity, no matter how good-looking it is, it's still a vegetable. It's for people to eat, not for meeting." Yue Jintang scooped up another big spoonful as he spoke.

Guo Zishan was afraid that he would hesitate any longer, and all the chickpea flowers went into Yue Jintang's stomach. Fortunately, Gu Yongcheng was smart, filled two small bowls and handed them to Guo Zishan and Cheng Engong, and he didn't care about others.

Guo Zishan took a mouthful of chickpea curd, couldn't help squinting his eyes, and then took another spoonful until he ate the chick bean curd in the small bowl until there was no soup left. In general, it looks like bean curd, but it is better than chicken, and it is so delicious, so delicious, I have never tasted such a delicacy in the eight years in Sichuan."

Han Zizhang stared at the chicken bean curd, his face changed a few times. He saw the girl cooking with his own eyes, so he knew that the rumors were actually true. A layman watched the fun, but he, an expert, understood it better. Don't look at this The girl is not very old, and her skills, techniques, and knowledge are all good. When she made this chicken bean curd dish, she won the famous chef competition without any suspense, and the thing she least hoped for came true.He asked himself, if he went against this girl, whether he could beat her or not, he was really at a loss.

Suddenly, An Jiamu laughed and said, "Don't worry about Han Yuchu? I think you will be able to compete with my wife soon after coming here. At that time, Han Yuchu, the elder in the kitchen industry, should remember to let the younger generation be the best." , this is the demeanor of the best chef in the world."

Han Zizhang knew that it would be useless to stay any longer, so he had better go back and think about the countermeasures. He stood up and glanced at An Jiamu: "Since that's the case, I'm going to learn Mrs. An's cooking skills." He turned around and left.

As soon as Han Zizhang left, Cheng Engong knew that the general situation was over, and it was useless to be unwilling. Moreover, even if he didn't want to admit it, he really felt that this chickpea curd was the most extreme delicacy he had ever seen in his life, so he just now From time to time, the image of snow-white bean curd rolling in the clear soup flashed before my eyes, like cotton, and the taste was even more delicious.

But he remembered something and said: "Although this chickpea curd is wonderful, the soup in this guzi is not made by watching. Isn't this a violation of the rules?"

These words really seemed to be finding fault on purpose, but there was some truth to it, Guo Zishan couldn't help but look at An Ran.

An Ran didn't say anything, Gouzi next to him said: "Go back to my lord, I don't blame my master, this soup doesn't look simple, my lords, but it takes a lot of work. It doesn't take three or four hours to make it."

Cheng Engong: "You are dishonest, we are laymen and we want to fool the past, so we boil a pot of high soup, and it won't take so long. What's more, your master's soup is like water, and it takes a lot of time." What kind of effort?"

As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt that everyone around him looked at him with a strange and funny look. Wang Geng coughed: "What? The old man said something was wrong."

Qian Hong stood up and bowed slightly: "Grandpa is not a member of our kitchen, so I don't understand these things. This soup is divided into three grades, the clearer the soup, the higher the grade, and the more effort. It is the top soup in our kitchen, the soup is as clear as water, but its taste is the most delicious, so it is also called top soup, this top soup is indeed as Miss An's high-ranking student said, it takes three or four hours to make."

Gouzi nodded: "The topping soup of this chickpea curd is different from the usual ones. It takes more than a dozen catties of old chicken to simmer for an hour and a half, and then add four or five catties of minced chicken to make the soup. It also takes two or three hours. Adding all this together, three or four hours may not be enough."

Guo Zishan clicked his tongue: "It's strange that this soup is as clear as water but so delicious and mellow. It turns out that this cooking skill really amazes me. It looks like a simple delicacy, but it requires so much effort."

Yue Jintang: "I'm afraid I can't do it with just kung fu."

Guo Zishan: "Naturally, without Miss An's superb cooking skills, I wouldn't be able to see such delicacies today." He said and looked at Jiang Yu: "This celebrity chef competition..."

Before Guo Zishan finished speaking, Jiang Yu bowed: "I admit defeat."

Guo Zishan laughed and said: "It is an anecdote that the opponents are willing to admit defeat for four consecutive rounds, but it is also a good story in the kitchen. So, Miss An won, do you have any objections?"

Yue Jintang waved his hand: "I have to ask Mr. Cheng En, old man, how this soup came and went, he has explained clearly, if there is anything you don't understand, if you think something violates the rules, you have to mention it quickly. Otherwise, the moment the gong strikes, the outcome will be decided."

Cheng Engong knew that Yue Jintang was using words to squeeze him, so he coughed reluctantly: "Although there are some irregularities, this chicken bean curd is really passable."

Yue Jintang laughed: "Grandpa's mouth is quite high, such delicacies are only passable in your mouth, and the cooks in your house must be even better, but I remember, the last time you passed your birthday, I don't know what to do. The so-called upper table at the table that the king ate, I am not afraid of your annoyance, it is really not good, and the king went home hungry and ate another big meal."

Pfft... Several adults next to me couldn't help laughing.

Cheng Engong's face was very ugly, and he snorted coldly: "Who is His Royal Highness, the Duke's mansion of the old man can not entertain me." He left in a huff.

As Cheng Engong left, no one else would say anything else. When the gong rang, there was no suspense in winning the celebrity chef competition, and it was expected by all.

Knowing each other or not, familiar and unfamiliar cooks all came up to congratulate An Ran, and there were three floors inside and three floors outside, and An Jiamu gave An Pingan a wink.

The two jumped onto the table neatly and said loudly: "Seniors in the kitchen industry, today's wife won the competition, which is a great joy for our family to settle down. Our grandpa has set up a water table in Anji restaurant to entertain everyone. Please welcome me!" gone."

With An Pingshun's words, the crowd was even more excited. Although there are many chefs who are not interested in this meal, this is the capital city after all, and it is possible for them to open a restaurant and do business in the area under the emperor's feet, and they can also do well. Just settle down.

What's more, they put down the running water seats generously, who could not support them, and rushed to the Anji Restaurant in the city in twos and threes, and the people who really stayed were the close ones.

Yue Jintang didn't care about running water seats, so he leaned close to An Ran and kept asking An Ran if there was anything he hadn't done yet, let him have a try... But An Jiamu pushed him aside and pulled his daughter-in-law hand went out.

But before he could go out, someone stopped him. An Jiamu frowned and looked at Jiang Yu who suddenly knelt on the ground with convulsions, and spoke blunt official words: "Chef An, please accept me as your apprentice."

An Jiamu's face darkened, how old is his little wife, even Gouzi Shunzi, sometimes I don't like it when I look at him, Defu from Jizhou is one year older than his little wife, I just need to think about that kid standing in front of me. Behind An Ran, the master yelled, and the follower followed suit, feeling sour in his heart.

It's awkward to think of bringing people far away in Suzhou. If I take such an apprentice again, I won't be drowned in jealousy.

An Ran caught a glimpse of An Jiamu's face, secretly amused, although she also felt that Jiang Yu was so absurd, she could understand, she could see that Jiang Yu was more dedicated to cooking than Gu Yongcheng, coupled with his extraordinary talent, no matter how much he cooked, Jiang Yu is a veritable culinary master with his unique skills and exquisite seasoning, and the reason why he wins him is really a coincidence.

If you are an authentic ancient, not to mention winning Jiang Yu, you might not be as good as your two senior brothers, so you reached out to support him: "Chef Jiang, An Ran is not qualified to be your master. If Chef Jiang is willing, we will be friends." How about friendship, to exchange each other's culinary skills, I think it is more appropriate than mentoring."

Seeing that Jiang Yu was hesitant, An Ran knew what he was worried about, and said with a smile: "Chef Jiang, An Ran treats his friends with sincerity, no matter what things Chef Jiang doesn't understand, as long as An Ran knows, he will know everything and say everything." , so good?"

Jiang Yu's face was flushed by An Ran's words, but he bowed deeply, looked at Gu Yongcheng and said something.Gu Yongcheng looked at An Ran with some embarrassment: "Well, Miss An, my uncle heard that the girl is compiling An's food list, and I want to ask the girl if you can add Sichuan dishes to it."

Gouzi said: "The Anjia food list outside is not compiled by my master, it is the dishes made by the master in the kitchen, some innovative dishes thought of by the master, plus their own unique skills, compiled together, and It's done."

Jiang Yu was rather depressed when he heard that.

An Ran: "If Chef Jiang is not afraid of spreading his unique skills, he can also record them. When there is a suitable opportunity in the future, it will be compiled into a book and passed on to future generations. It will be a good thing with immeasurable merit."

Jiang Yu's eyes lit up, and Gu Yongcheng was also taken aback: "Miss An really thinks that our Sichuan cuisine can be passed down?"

An Ran raised her eyebrows: "Not only Shu, but all the dishes are the treasures of our kitchen. If we don't want to lose them, we can better pass them down and make them known to future generations. This is what we should do as cooks."

The corners of Gu Yongcheng's eyes were moist: "I have been out of Sichuan for so many years, and the girl is the first chef who thinks highly of our Sichuan cuisine. I know that if the girl doesn't make this chicken bean curd dish today, she will definitely beat my uncle. Miss An is like this , for the fame of our Sichuan cuisine, and for our chefs in Sichuan to fight for a place in the kitchen, and Ms. An is a veritable chef."

An Ran blushed a little after being praised by him: "An Ran is not as good as you said, just do what I want to do, what I should do."

Seeing that An Jiamu's expression was getting darker and darker, it was not good to say anything to Gu Yongcheng. He hurriedly said goodbye and dragged An Jiamu away. He was really afraid of staying any longer. Just lose the adults.

Gouzi, Shunzi, Gao Bingyi and An Jiamu have worked together for a long time, although they have changed now, their temperament has not changed. When they saw An Jiamu's face, none of them went forward to find someone who was unhappy, and they could hide as far as they could.

However, Mei Da's sudden transformation has become a matter for the An family's master. Although Shunzi and Gouzi, even Gao Bingyi, were surprised at first, they were not too difficult to accept. reasonable.

A servant of Mr. Mei in Mei University, although he chops firewood and works in front of An Ran, he pretends to be a good son, but he is not in charge of others, especially after taking care of the fire in Fuchun Residence. That fierce aura and unusually ruthless means are creepy when I think about it now. If anyone has a servant like this, the master probably can't even sleep, and has to worry about cleaning up the servant every day. up.

Besides, I have seen someone's servants still have business, moreover, the business is not small, and later I found out that it is the old man of the An family, all this is logical.

But also because of this, Mr. Mei was extremely guilty, and this time he came to the capital to hide and dare not come here, for fear that An Ran would get annoyed, lose his mind, and chop him up with a kitchen knife.

Both Gouzi Shunzi felt that Mr. was thinking too much, not to mention that the master has self-cultivation, so they get angry and annoyed again. Now that it is done, they chop Mr. Mei up, so what can they do? The mouth is loving and sweet, and even if the matter of Mei Da is over, how can he still hate Mr Mei. Speaking of which, although Mr Mei helped to pull out such a big lie, he is also the big matchmaker of Master and Master.

Therefore, there is really no need to worry, sir. However, it’s fine if Mr. Mei doesn’t come. If the husband doesn’t come, then the master won’t come. Enough to go out for a stroll and have fun.

With this thought in mind, the two went back to the Anfu guest house and went to bed covered with quilts. No matter how the master and father toss about, anyway, they are a couple, and their apprentices have to learn to look at each other. This is their example.

Therefore, An Jiamu was quite tolerant of An Ran, the two young apprentices.

Yue Jintang originally planned to follow An Jiamu for dinner, but when he saw An Jiamu's black face, he decided to forget it. He could eat dinner anytime, and he really offended An Jiamu. The consequences would be unimaginable. For future delicacies, now Bear with it, besides, you have to talk to Guo Zishan in the palace.

This celebrity chef competition is led by the emperor, so the emperor must know the result, but when he thinks of Lin Xinger in front of the emperor, Yue Jintang's scalp goes numb.

He wondered, how many days have passed, and he didn't go to the south of the Yangtze River, and such a strange thing popped up in the Forbidden City. Talking about how this kid became favored, Yue Jintang was really at a loss.

I haven't even heard of such a person before, I don't want to, I became a celebrity in front of the emperor in a blink of an eye, as the saying goes, the prime minister is a seventh-rank official, let alone the emperor's job in front of the emperor, don't look at it. The eunuch, if you really get it, the first-rank officials will be polite when they see it, not to mention the benefits, if you get it, you will be soft.

Although everyone understands this, there are not many benefits for a slave like Lin Xing who is so blatant. Even if this slave didn't dare to reach out to him, the way this slave looked at him made Yue Jintang feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

I don't know if he is thinking too much, or that slave is just a pervert, every time he enters the palace, he feels that slave's eyes are squeaking, and he sweeps at himself when there is nothing to do. Mimi.

It's fine if it's a palace lady, although women in the palace can't miss it, but the palace lady is a woman after all, giving women a few lewd glances shows that she is very charming, but a dead slave eunuch can make such lecherous glances Thinking about it, it's shocking.

Therefore, Yue Jintang would not enter the palace if he could not enter the palace now, but he had to go today, so he had to bite the bullet and go in, hoping that that dead slave would not be on duty today.

It's a pity that the enemy's road is narrow, and as soon as he arrived outside the imperial study, he saw the dead servant standing outside, smiling towards them, those eyes, which would be pretty if they were born on a woman's face, slipped past Yue Jintang, I don't know if it was his own illusion, and suddenly let him go He felt stripped naked.

Yue Jintang couldn't help shivering, and heard the dead slave say: "Long Live Lord, please let His Royal Highness, Mr. Guo, go in."

Yue Jintang hurriedly walked in, and when he stepped into the threshold, he suddenly heard the dead servant say: "Your Highness, your things have been lost."

Yue Jintang had no choice but to stop, seeing that he really was holding his jade pendant in his hand, he hurriedly lowered his head to look at his waist, it was empty, if it was anything else, he would just reward him, but this was left to him by his concubine mother, it was unusual Precious, so I reached out to pick it up.

When his hand touched the jade pendant, he felt the back of his hand being touched by this dead servant. Yue Jintang's face turned dark, and just about to get angry, it could be seen that this servant's face was innocent. Thinking that he was favored by the emperor, he was not easy to care about. Then he glared at him and followed Guo Zishan in.

After meeting the emperor, he told the results of today's culinary competition. The emperor was overjoyed: "So Zheng Yuchu has taken in a good apprentice. By the way, I heard that she is now married into the An family. The servant's sister-in-law."

Yue Jintang: "It's Shilang An's sister-in-law."

The emperor said with great interest: "With such good cooking skills, I really can't wait."

After Guo Zishan left, the emperor left Yue Jintang to talk, the two talked about something serious, and then started gossip again, the emperor glanced at him: "Why haven't you been in the palace lately?"

Yue Jintang's face froze, wondering if he should tell the Emperor about the disgusting state of the dead servant outside, so that the Emperor could pay attention to it, after all, it was really outrageous to have such a little pervert in front of him.

Just when he was about to speak, he saw the dead servant come in with tea, so he could only shut his mouth first, took a sip of the tea on the table, but almost spit it out, looked at the dead servant in shock, if he If you read correctly, this dead slave even dares to eat the emperor's tofu.

Just now I clearly saw that when he was serving tea to the emperor, he took the opportunity to touch the emperor's hand, but the emperor didn't even respond at all. Could it be that he didn't feel it, or didn't pay attention, or maybe the emperor didn't care. one bite?
Thinking of this, Yue Jintang felt that his whole body was not well. He couldn't help but think of the past when he was studying and practicing martial arts with the emperor. He was excited for a moment, and stood up: "Well, the emperor, I suddenly remembered that there are still some important things in the house. If nothing is done, I will leave."

The emperor didn't blame him, he waved his hand: "Go."

Yue Jintang came out of the imperial study like a ghost, and walked quickly to the outside of the palace, but he heard the voice of the dead servant behind him: "His Royal Highness, please stay."

Yue Jintang reluctantly stopped, but subconsciously walked a few steps away from her, with a straight face: "Why do you call me to stop?"

Unexpectedly, the servant asked a serious question: "I have something I want to talk to the lord. Today's famous chef competition, the one who won the rumored Miss An?"

Yue Jintang: "What are you scanning this for?"

The little eunuch's eyes flickered: "To tell you the truth, the imperial chef competition on the queen mother's birthday will be held in a few days. Now the palace has set up a game based on this. I have some silver in my hand and I want to make some cheap money. However, I am not sure who to suppress, I heard that His Royal Highness has a lot of friendship with that Miss An, so I dared to check with His Royal Highness."

gambling?Yue Jintang's eyes lit up, why didn't he think of this matter? Since the palace can set up a gamble on this matter, so can the outside. Moreover, there are more people outside, and the money is naturally earned. Don't look at these courts. The nobles, the royal family and the family are all serious, and everyone in their bones does not like to be lively. If he, the king of Xiaoyao County, came forward to set up a game in the manor, he would not make a living.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that this dead slave was a little pleasing to the eye, at least pointed out a way to get rich, even though I don't lack money now, but I can't let go of the opportunity to make money easily what.

His face gradually softened, and he coughed: "How do I remember that gambling is strictly prohibited in the palace?"

This dead slave is not afraid, he chuckled: "It's just for fun, to tell you the truth, the gamble is very big, not only the maids of slaves, but even the masters of the palaces have all put down their money one after another, this slave was moved. "

Yue Jintang naturally knows the virtues in the palace. It is common for these eunuchs to eat wine and gamble, so they can't control it. Because they are in a better mood, they don't want to embarrass this servant. Chef, I will ensure that you will not lose money.”

Lin Xinger: "Well, can I know Chef An's name?"

Yue Jintang frowned: "What's the purpose of scanning the name?"

Lin Xing's eyes flickered: "Your Highness, don't get me wrong, the servant has no other intentions, just want to find someone to go to the temple to hang a safe amulet for Chef An, to bless Chef An safe and sound, and to participate in the imperial kitchen. Dabi, let the servants win a few coffins as well."

Yue Jintang couldn't help being amused: "You're so old that you started saving the coffin book?"

Lin Xing had a bitter look on his face: "There is a saying that there are no old and young in the underworld, not to mention, the misfortunes and fortunes in this palace are even more unpredictable. If you save them early, you won't even be able to afford a coffin when the time comes."

Yue Jintang felt a little pitiful for this boy, and couldn't help but tell him: "An Ran, that girl's name is An Ran." He turned around and left.

When I walked to the palace gate, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, I was fooled by that dead slave, what kind of coffin book, I said so pitifully, although I have not been back for a long time, but I have heard the notoriety of this dead slave, so I will take advantage of it He doesn't look down on ordinary things, only priceless treasures can catch his eyes.

With this dead slave's current family background, let alone buying a coffin, I guess it would cover all the coffin shops in the capital, and there is still room left.

However, why did this dead slave scan and listen to An Ran's name?Could it be that he is thinking about the benefits of the An family, if he really meets An Jiamu, maybe there will be a good show, he can't deal with this dead slave, An Jiamu is different.

If Yue Jintang turned around now, he would still be able to see that little eunuch standing on the porch in a daze, muttering in his mouth: "I am really looking for that dead woman An Ran." Ah, I really found it, so I said besides that woman, who else can cook so well, no, Liu Hai just gave him a favor last night, this woman is really worrying , how could you offend a sinister person like Liu Hai, no, I don't feel at ease in my heart, I have to find a chance to see with my own eyes, is it safe..."

(End of this chapter)