"The Taifu is also the Prince's family. Senior brother is also the Queen's family."
Han Xian's face has been cultivated to a certain thickness, "I thank the emperor for the banquet."
Zhou Lingfeng glanced at him and said, "The Imperial Master is a member of the emperor's family. I would like to thank the emperor for the banquet."
Xiao Yuchen took a deep breath... Look, Zhou Lingfeng learned from Han Xian.
He heard Yu'er snickering at the side and glanced over.
Yu'er immediately stood up straight, cleared his throat and memorized the "Birthday Message" he had written.
But I saw him shaking his head and his voice rising and falling.
Yu'er has not yet reached the stage of voice change, but his clear voice is particularly pleasant.
After Yu'er finished reciting it, someone immediately clapped her hands and laughed.
Xiao Yuchen looked around and saw Princess Yue'er sitting in the trolley.
The little princess is really cheering for her brother. If she could stand, she would probably be able to clap her hands and jump up.
"Yue'er is so good, come and let Father give her a hug."
When Xiao Yuchen listened to Yu'er reciting the congratulatory message, he still had a straight face and was serious about making critical remarks.
But when he saw his little daughter coming, he greeted her with a smile on his face and hurriedly hugged the little cotton-padded jacket.
The little princess Zhong Lingyuxiu, for such an older child, seems to know everything.
She usually dislikes him pricking her with his beard.
Today, she took the initiative to hold Xiao Yuchen's neck and smeared her saliva on his face.
Xiao Yuchen was filled with joy. His little cotton-padded jacket was so sweet... but his face was a little wet.
"My son, go and help your mother."
When Yu'er saw that her sister had attracted his attention, she immediately ran away.
Yu'er probably also discovered that as he got older, his demands on his academic work became higher and higher.
After all, Yu'er is his only son, and he is also the crown prince. If he wants to avoid the situation of "strong ministers and weak masters" in the future, and Yu'er being deceived into becoming a "faint king", he cannot be too kind or careless in his training.
"Wow, it's so sweet. What is this? A cake?" Yu'er's surprised voice came from outside the hall.
Everyone followed the sound.
I saw Wen Jin, who had washed away the smoke and smoke in the kitchen and was dressed in rich clothes, leading the palace people in.
The palace servant was holding a huge tray in his hand. On the tray... what was that? The appearance is... really like a cake.
Xiao Yuchen looked at Wen Jin in surprise.
She said that she was giving him a surprise today, a special delicacy for him... wouldn't it be this fat cake?
If cakes are made, cakes will be made. She even gave it a special term "birthday cake".
Uh... I can't say it's not nice, it's just a bit straightforward.
But Jin'er thinks it's good, it's just good!
Facing Xiao Yuchen's suspicious, strange, and tangled gaze.
Wen Jin couldn't laugh or cry. The essence of a beautiful birthday cake lies in the cream and fondant.
However, she lived in ancient times, and it was difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, so she could just deal with it as a hurricane.
"This is not a cake, this is a birthday cake."
Wen Jin entered the palace.
Hearing that the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother were also invited, Han Xian and Zhou Lingfeng refused to leave.
She asked someone to rearrange the food table.
She and Xiao Yuchen shared a dining table, and everyone else had a dining table.
When Han Xian and Zhou Lingfeng were assigned, she suddenly discovered that her newly customized four-square brass hot pot was not enough.
"Do you two want a table each, or share a table?"
Wen Jin asked Fengchun to ask them what they meant.
Han Xian and Zhou Lingfeng said in unison, "Each sit in his own place."
Fengchun said, "That's okay, but we don't have enough antique pots with four squares. It would be unfair to favor one over the other. Let's each order a different flavor."
Fengchun called the maid forward, and the maid introduced, "There are tomato pots, seafood pots, mushroom soup pots, and butter and Sichuan fragrant pots."
Han Xian and Zhou Lingfeng looked at each other.
Although the two of them have never seen this four-square antique pot.
But it is not difficult to understand that if it is a four-grid pot, the two of them can taste all four flavors at once.
If everyone sits separately, they can only choose one of the four.
"How about..." Han Xian hesitated.
Zhou Lingfeng also looked at him with disgust, "Let's share a table?"
Han Xian touched his chin and smiled, "Okay."
Fengchun waved his hand to the little palace maid to step back, and directed the palace servants to place a long food table in front of the two of them.
There was a shiny brass pot in the middle of the dining table.
The pot is round, but separated by a cross-shaped brass in the middle, creating four separate spaces.
Silver-threaded smokeless charcoal burned under the pot.
There are pot bottoms of different flavors placed in the four compartments. As the temperature rises, the pot begins to boil and the aroma spreads.
"It's bubbling. No wonder it's called 'antique pot'. It turns out to be a homophonic pronunciation." Han Xian said, touching his chin.
Zhou Lingfeng ignored him and knelt down behind the food table.
Xiao Yuchen almost sent someone to invite the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager, and they arrived without wasting a minute.
Just don't be too obvious about waiting.
"Before using the pot, let's eat the birthday cake first! There is a saying here," Wen Jin smiled and looked at Xiao Yuchen and said, "Each of us takes a bite of the cake to avoid the bad and unpleasant things that the emperor will encounter in the next year. Chew up all the happy things, and in the coming year, I wish the Emperor everything will be successful and safe and smooth."
Xiao Yuchen was startled when he heard this, "I see, I thank the queen for her kindness!"
"That's a good statement!" The Empress Dowager also praised.
Xiao Yuchen cut the cake himself.
The palace people quickly distributed the cut cakes to everyone.
Everyone looked ordinary, even a little ugly, and somewhat unappetizing.
The dishes in the palace are very particular. They not only require good color and fragrance, but also require exquisite presentation.
There are no fewer than ten carving masters in the imperial dining room.
I’m used to all kinds of exquisite desserts, but this cake...
"Well, it tastes really good, not fat cake! This is much more delicious than fat cake!" the Queen Mother said in surprise.
When everyone saw that the Empress Dowager and the Queen Mother were so supportive, it would be too uninteresting for others not to follow the rules.
So everyone quickly took a big bite.
"Hmm!" Xiao Yuchen's eyes lit up, "Jin'er honestly doesn't deceive me, it tastes wonderful."
Wen Jin chuckled, saying that his arms were almost useless in order to pass the cheese and egg whites in Fengchun.
Rising cakes rely on yeast to make the dough rise.
The chiffon cake is whipped to make the cake soft and have a naturally different texture.
Moreover, the white sugar she added is pure Lingquan white sugar produced by Space, which has a particularly sweet taste.
After everyone took a bite, they couldn't stop.
One bite after another, this is truly a delicious dish that has never been tasted anywhere else!
Princess Yue'er, who was held by the palace servants, stretched out her arms and rushed to have a taste.
Wen Jin gave her a small piece, and she smacked her lips before finishing it.
She stared at Wen Jin with her big round eyes and her mouth opened.
It seems that if you don't give it to her, she will cry immediately.
"It doesn't matter if Yue'er eats more of this cake."
Han Xian originally stared at the extra piece... and thought it would give him an advantage.
Unexpectedly, this thing is soft and easy to break, and that piece belongs to the little princess!
He had no choice but to look away, finished his piece of cake, and when no one was looking, he licked all the white sesame seeds on his fingertips into his mouth.
"Tsk..." Zhou Lingfeng made a sound of disgust.
Han Xian looked at him with a smile, "It smells so good!"
Zhou Lingfeng: "...progress!"
Xiao Yuchen moved his chopsticks first and asked the palace attendant to put the evenly sliced meat into the red soup pot.
Other food tables also started to move.
