The Prince Who Loved to Cook
After that day.
Wen Xian and Zhao Huai stopped fighting. Both of them received orders to protect Ji Yunshu from the shadows.
Ever since the two of them drank wine that night, their relationship had become much better. They no longer clamored to kill each other. Their only mission was to protect Ji Yunshu.
However, Ji Yunshu did not need their protection at all. She had many martial arts experts by her side.
During this period of time, Jing Rong resigned himself to his fate after the letter was sent to the capital. He spent a very leisurely time. What should he do during this time?
Of course, it was to play all kinds of tricks!
Anyway, he had nothing better to do.
Recently, Jing Rong loved to cook. One day, before the sun rose, he ran to the kitchen and asked the chef to teach him.
The chef was so shocked that he was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!
"Your Highness, you are of noble status. Let us do this kind of rough work."
"Just treat this Prince as your apprentice. You don't have to worry about my status. You teach me well, and this Prince will learn well."
"Apprentice?" The chef's voice trembled. He quickly waved his hands, "Your Highness, please forgive this humble one. This humble one is timid and can't take such a scare."
"Are you going to teach me or not?" Jing Rong glared at him.
This person was even more naggy than the monks in the temple. How annoying!
The chef was startled, but he said firmly, "Yes."
Jing Rong nodded in satisfaction.
Thus, the chef began to teach Jing Rong step by step while trembling.
Jing Rong studied very seriously, and he followed his master's instructions very well.
"Wait for the oil to smoke first."
Wait!
"Add a spoonful of salt."
Add!
"Add half a spoonful of sugar."
Add!
"Put the meat in. Quick, quick, quick."
Put!
… …
"Out of the wok."
Alright!
The stir-fried meat with chili was ready.
In the end, he accidentally made a table full of dishes.
Unfortunately, the appearance was terrible. Some were black, some were burnt, and some were listless.
The ones that should be cooked were not cooked!
The ones that should not be cooked were cooked.
In short, it was a disaster scene.
Moreover, none of them were pleasing to the eye!
He stood in front of the unknown dishes with a spatula and frowned. He pointed at one of the dishes and asked the chef, "What dish is this?"
"Stir-fried seasonal vegetables."
"What about this?"
"Sweet crispy spare ribs."
"What about this?"
"This is …" The chef clicked his tongue. He couldn't tell what it was. It was all black. After thinking for a while, he finally figured it out. "It's steamed fish."
Puff –
Give me a basin, a big one.
When the two of them were studying the dish, they couldn't be more comical.
The chef asked him, "Your Highness, these are all dishes that you cooked yourself. Why are you asking me?"
"This … This King forgot for a moment. The next time I study, This King will take a small notebook and write it down." He was very studious. He pointed at the plate of snakehead fish and said, "Except for that guy, take all the other dishes out and serve them."
"Ah?" The chef was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Wangye, you can say that you made it."
"Of course it was done by This King!"
You still want to claim credit?
Shameless.
The chef expressed that he was very conflicted.
Soon, the dishes that he had cooked were served on the table.
When everyone saw this, they were dumbfounded. Firstly, they were surprised that a prince was actually cooking in the kitchen? Secondly, they were surprised that the dishes on the table were so 'fragrant and beautiful'.
Mo Ruo swallowed his saliva. This was the prince's first time in the kitchen, so he didn't want to discourage him. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. He gave a fake smile and praised, "It's not bad. It's delicious. Not bad. This thing is actually very tasty. I don't know what else was added to it, maybe garlic …"
He was babbling nonsense incoherently!
Jing Rong nudged him and asked, "I'm asking you how was it?"
"Very good, it's pretty good." He put down his chopsticks. "That … I'm still brewing medicine in my room. I'll go take a look. You guys eat slowly, no need to leave any food for me."
He disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
He ran away!
"Is it that scary?" Tang Si was curious and clicked her tongue again. She looked at the table full of dishes and said, "Some dishes are just like that. They don't look good, but they're delicious. In our Houliao, any kind of snake, insect, rat, or ant can be eaten. It's just that they don't look good, but the taste is endless."
As she spoke, she picked up her chopsticks and randomly picked up a piece of food from the plate. She brought it to her mouth and bit it, but she couldn't bite it for a long time.
In the end, she could only give up.
She swallowed her saliva and looked at Jing Rong awkwardly. She pointed at her teeth and said, "My teeth haven't been good recently. I'll go find Mo Ruo and ask him to take a look at my teeth. You guys eat, don't wait for me."
Like a wisp of smoke.
Another one ran away.
Compared to the two of them, Ji Yunshu was much calmer. She picked up a piece of food that she knew what it was. After taking a bite, she remained expressionless and quietly put down her chopsticks. She nodded and said, "Mm … not bad."
In order to prove that the food was indeed good and to be responsible for her words, she ate a few more mouthfuls to fill her stomach.
Jing Rong was overjoyed. He picked up more food and placed it in her bowl.
"Eat more. If it's not enough, this Prince will make more for you."
"…"
"Eat more. This is delicious. Look at you. You're too skinny. You must eat more to nourish your body so that you can give birth in the future."
"…"
This was the consequence of lying. She had to endure it even if she had to hold back her tears.
As a result, Ji Yunshu was forced to eat … a meal.
That night, she had an upset stomach and went to the toilet more than ten times.
In the end, she collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
Qiao 'er held a candlestick in one hand and a bowl of hot water in the other. She called out from beside the bed, "Teacher Ji, why don't you drink some hot water?"
There was no movement!
"Teacher Ji?"
"There's still no movement."
Qiao 'er thought that he had fallen asleep. Just as she was about to leave, she heard the person on the bed say something.
"Help me up … to the toilet."
This fact was to warn the world not to speak against their conscience. Otherwise, they would pay a very painful price.
But because of her 'not bad' yesterday, Jing Rong was full of confidence. Before the sun rose, he dragged the chef to learn how to cook.
Big Brother, please let me go!
However, the dishes he made today looked a lot better. In any case, they were cooked, but the taste was still a little 'strange'.
Like yesterday, Mo Ruo forced himself to eat a few mouthfuls and reluctantly praised Jing Rong. Then …
He slipped away again.
Tang Si was also imitating them!
Hence, the responsibility of tasting the dishes fell on Ji Yunshu. Naturally, she had diarrhea for the whole night.
Oh heavens!
In the end, everyone could not bear it anymore.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
