After wearing the book, the villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Chapter 187 Chicken Cake

"Ah, are you awake?"

Mu An'an picked up the iron basin that had been knocked down on the ground, and when he got up, he saw the helper standing at the door, looking at him hesitantly.

Mu An'an subconsciously looked down at his clothes, and didn't seem to notice anything wrong.

She couldn't help being a little dazed: "What's wrong?"

The cook came to his senses in an instant. He held the door panel with a strange expression on his face: "Your Majesty, are you planning to cook yourself?"

"That's right, can't Bengong cook for himself?"

Although her current status is a bit high, at least she is still a person now, so why is it so strange that she wants to cook by herself?

If you find it strange, it must be rare.

Mu An'an was cracking eggs calmly: "Okay, don't stand at the door, come in first and beat Bengong."

As she said that, she pushed a basket of eggs towards the kitchen helper, then picked up the iron basin, washed it with clean water, and put it together with the eggs: "Come and beat all these eggs, you want egg yolks and not egg whites." , I am going to make some flour."

Help cook: "."

Although the cook was very confused at this time, and didn't know why Madam Jun beat so many eggs, he still obeyed Madam Jun's wishes and went into the small kitchen to beat eggs.

After Mu Anan stirred the flour, the chef had already separated the yolks and whites of all the eggs.

Seeing Niangniang doing this, he couldn't help being a little curious, wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, struggled for a while, and then the kitchen assistant dared to pluck up the courage to say: "Can Niangma tell the little one, what kind of pastry is this for?"

"Well, just make egg cakes."

Mu An'an didn't hide it on purpose, but also explained the steps of making the chicken cake in detail.

At the end, she added another sentence: "Actually, I just try to do it first."

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The cook immediately didn't know what to say, but what Mrs. Jun said was what she said, and he didn't dare to question it, for fear of losing his life.

Mu An'an didn't care what the chef was thinking, she simply followed the steps in her memory and finished it slowly.

After closing the steamer, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu An'an casually touched her face, and suddenly thought of something, she looked down at her fingers, one black and one white were particularly conspicuous.

Good guy, so dark that she almost didn't want to admit it, these are her little white hands.

Presumably, her face was also stained with charcoal black at this time.

Mu Anan covered his face with one hand, pointed at the steamer with the other, and said, "You stay here and watch the fire, there is no need to open the steamer, I will come back later."

The kitchen assistant didn't dare to look around, he was seriously lighting the fire. Hearing this, the kitchen assistant nodded and said, "I understand."

There is no bathtub in the side hall, not far from the small kitchen, there are two large water tanks, both filled to the brim, which are usually used for washing vegetables and cooking.

But Mu An'an felt that the water in the entire tank couldn't be ruined just because of washing his face.

Mu Anan stood in front of the water tank in a daze for a moment, and finally decided to find a water basin to fetch water to wash his face.

As a result, when she turned around, she bumped into a solid "wall of flesh".

"What's so good about a water tank?"

Su Jing naturally pulled Mu An'an into her arms, raised her eyes, glanced at the water tank that fell behind her, and then slowly retracted her gaze.

He had already finished talking with Su Rong, but he never saw Mu An'an come back.

Although there would be no danger in the imperial study, Su Jing was still worried, so she asked Su Rong to stay in the imperial study, while he came out to look for Mu An'an, but unexpectedly, he saw the little girl standing in the water tank in a daze.

He resisted not calling her, just wanted to see what she was going to do.

As a result, she didn't do anything, and when she turned around, she bumped herself into her arms.

Smelling the familiar smell, Mu An'an was stunned for a moment, but she didn't forget to cover her face with her sleeve. She gently pushed him away, leaving a finger-width gap between them.

The little girl said angrily: "Su Jing, why did you come out?"

"Come out and see where you are hiding."

Su Jing rubbed the little girl's head, but saw that she kept covering her face with her sleeve, he frowned, grabbed Mu An'an's sleeve nervously and said, "An'an, what's wrong with your face?"

Saying that, Su Jing wanted to open her sleeves, but was pulled back by Mu An'an, she hesitated: "Don't look, it's dirty, it's stained with charcoal black."

Mu An'an: "I just wanted to wash my face, but there is no basin."

"Not dirty."

Hearing this, Su Jing's tightly frowning brows stretched out, and he coaxed her in a low voice: "An An, be good, let Gu take a look, huh?"

Mu An'an was still hesitating and refused to pull down her sleeves. She whispered, "Then you won't laugh at me, will you?"

"will not."

Su Jing said for sure, but when Mu An'an lowered his sleeves, revealing the cat-like cheeks, one black and one white, coupled with the mournful expression, it looked like someone who just came back from playing with mud. child.

Su Jing was slightly stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he clenched his fists and coughed lightly, the bottom of his eyes still couldn't hide a trace of smile.

However, this trace of a smile was captured by Mu An'an.

She stared at him angrily, and then covered her face with her sleeve: "Su Jing, you don't mean anything! You don't laugh when you agreed, but you must be laughing secretly in your heart now!"

"Okay, okay, I don't laugh, I'll wash An An's face first."

Su Jing suppressed a smile, took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, and gently poured some water into the water tank with his hand to wet the handkerchief: "Come on, Ann."

Mu An'an unhappily put down his sleeves, staring at Su Jing with his wet eyes.

If he still dares to laugh, then she doesn't plan to give him egg cakes!
Su Jing didn't know what the little girl was thinking, so he bent slightly, and gently wiped off the soot on her face.

After a while, the handkerchief, which was originally snow-white, turned into a pitch-black patch.

Fortunately, Mu An'an's face had been wiped clean.

She raised her face, closed her eyes and said, "Su Jing, are you alright?"

"Well, all right."

Su Jing didn't put away the handkerchief, he frowned, stared at the dark handkerchief, and finally held it in the palm of his hand.

After all, it became so dark for An'an's sake, even without any credit or hard work.

Mu Anan ran to the water tank, took a look at the water surface as a mirror, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found nothing wrong.

She turned around and tugged on Su Jing's sleeve, "By the way, Su Jing, I have to go to the small kitchen to see how my egg cake is doing."

"Chicken cake?"

Su Jing couldn't help being surprised.

He had never heard of this kind of pastry appearing in the palace, could it be that the imperial chef had just come up with it?

"It's not made by the imperial chef, I made it myself."

As if seeing through Sujing's thoughts, Mu Anan pulled him to the small kitchen together: "Sujing, I'll take you to have a look."

　Good night, alright.

　　Thanks to the baby who has been opening this book~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)