I don't believe I'm wearing a book

Chapter 55
"This pear flower cake was Hong Yuniang's best cake before."

"So Hongyu thought of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, in order to express Hongyu's endless gratitude to the princess."

Hongyu replied respectfully to Qiao Yue.

Qiao Yue nodded after listening.

Replied: "This pastry tastes good."

A simple compliment, but Hongyu couldn't help being excited: "Thank you Princess for your compliment."

After thanking her, she seemed to think of something, and she couldn't help but blushed again.

The tone of Qiao Yue's reply also became a little hesitant: "It's just that the red jade pastry is not well made, and it's not as good as one-third of the taste that my mother once made for Hongyu, so the princess's praise Ruby can't afford it."

"Your mother is good at cooking?" Qiao Yue asked casually.

Hongyu froze for a moment, then nodded: "Mother's cooking skills are indeed very good."

As she said that, her expression darkened a little.

Qiao Yue didn't notice her little change in mood, and asked, "Then what about your mother, where is your job now?"

If it's really good at cooking as Hongyu said, then it's just a good time for Qiao Yue to be taken into the small kitchen as a cook.

After all, she loves to eat.

Qiao Yue's questioning made Hongyu's complexion turn pale.

His tone became lost: "Princess forgive me, Hongyu's mother is long gone."

Qiao Yue: "."

This is embarrassing.

She originally wanted to find him and cook her something different.

As a senior foodie, Qiao Yue used to collect food from various places besides studying Chinese medicine in modern times.

Suddenly the book came here, the food here is far worse than the food in the 21st world.

Qiao Yue had originally thought about recruiting a few cooks to set up a restaurant for her to study food and collect other delicacies from all over the place.

It's just that I haven't found a cook I like, so I can only temporarily put this idea on hold.

Turning her thoughts around, Qiao Yue looked at Hongyu and changed the subject directly: "Besides this pear cake, what else do you cook?"

"There are many more."

Hongyu pondered for a moment and replied.

"Although Hongyu's cooking skills are not as good as one-third of my mother's, there are many new recipes that the cooks in this house don't know."

After hearing this answer, Qiao Yue's eyes lit up instantly.

Out of curiosity, he added casually: "Hearing what you said, your cooking skills should not be bad."

"It may not be as good as the mother in your mouth, but the pear flower cake that the princess ate just now tastes good, not inferior to the ones made by other cooks in the mansion and Yuzhu."

"Why didn't you go directly to the kitchen as an errand?"

As soon as Qiao Yue asked this question, Hongyu's complexion turned pale again, as if recalling some bad scenes, and she seemed a little flustered.

"what happened?"

"But what's inconvenient to say to the princess?"

Seeing her suddenly panic like this, Qiao Yue couldn't help feeling suspicious in her heart.

Hongyu shook her head.

He hesitated and struggled for a long time on his face, and finally seemed to be hard-hearted.

Facing Qiao Yue, she said: "Hongyu's mother is a former cook in the mansion, her name is Liniang."

"Ten years ago, the third aunt miscarried when she was pregnant, and the aunt was furious because of this. Finally, after investigation, it was found that the third aunt had miscarriage because she ate the soup made by Liniang."

"The prince's heir was assassinated, and my aunt was so furious that she ordered someone to beat Liniang."

When Hongyu said this, there was already a bit of enthusiasm in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)