Wen Jin nodded in agreement.
She put her hand into her pocket and concentrated, her heart filled with gratitude and concern for her first meeting.
Chu Jian was so sincere to her, and now she couldn't tell Chu Jian the truth honestly, but she could at least give Chu Jian heart-warming and stomach-warming meals, right?
Thinking this way, her hand really touched the hot bowl and plate.
Wen Jin took the opportunity to hold the edge of the plate and pulled it out.
Bang, a white porcelain pink flower plate landed firmly on the stone table.
On the plate is freshly steamed hot glutinous rice lotus root. The snow-white lotus root joints are cut into slices, and the eyes of the lotus root are stuffed with plump glutinous rice. The neatly arranged glutinous rice lotus root is drizzled with osmanthus nectar and dotted with golden flowers. Blooming osmanthus.
The steaming hot, fragrant and sweet smell immediately filled this underground secret room.
"Wow! It's so fragrant and sweet, and the most important thing is, it's so hot!" Chu Jian rubbed his hands and immediately went to get the chopsticks.
"Is there any?" Wen Jin asked quickly.
Chu Jian picked up a piece of glutinous rice lotus root, dipped it in osmanthus honey, and stuffed it into his mouth. He nodded and said vaguely, "Yes! There are energy fluctuations. I feel them... But the fluctuations are not big. I am so close to my sister, so I just feel a slight fluctuation!"
Wen Jin frowned, "Is this little fluctuation enough to alarm Zhuan Xu?"
"Well... quality is not enough, quantity makes up for it!" Chu Jian said, "Quantitative changes always lead to qualitative changes!"
Wen Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at her... Are you sure you didn't say that because you were greedy and wanted to eat more plates of hot food?
Watching Chu Jian looking at a plate of glutinous rice and lotus roots, he looked so gluttonous.
Wen Jin sighed...just think of it as satisfying his little sister's appetite.
From yesterday to now, it was the first time that I followed her, and it took a lot of effort and effort. At such a young age, if you still don't make people eat well... then she is too careless.
It's just a few plates of hot food, nothing expensive... Although I don't know whose kitchen these hot dishes came from, the family that can eat such good glutinous rice and lotus root in this season must be in a good situation.
Well, just think of it as... robbing the rich and giving to the poor.
Wen Jin put his hand into his pocket and concentrated again...
White jade soup, crystal shrimp dumplings, and a basket of milky water chestnut cakes.
"Hmm, good time! Sister, come here quickly, do it while it's hot!" Chu Jian greeted Wen Jin inarticulately.
Wen Jin pursed his lips...Okay, if Zhuan Xu really left Beijing, there would be nothing he could do.
Right now, you have to eat enough to have the strength to deal with the next situation!
When things come, respond, and when things go, stay calm!
Wen Jin also sat down at the stone table and concentrated on enjoying the food.
But at this moment, the Shen family's kitchen steward was sweating profusely in the middle of winter.
He stared at the kitchen preparation table, rubbed his eyes, opened them...and rubbed them again.
The dishes for each room were placed here. He personally watched the cooks prepare them... In the blink of an eye, where were the dishes?
"Steward, your Excellency is about to go out. Our food here..."
"Okay, that's good!" The manager's cold sweat trickled down his back.
Two hot dishes have been served, but the other dishes that were about to be served suddenly... disappeared? !
You said it was taken away by someone from the kitchen, right?
He didn't see anyone coming in or out of the kitchen carrying a plate?
Was he quietly taken away by people in other rooms?
The adults are the first to go out, and the others haven't set out the food yet!
The manager was thinking about it, but he had no clue for a while, and his head hurt...
"Quick, prepare some cold dishes!"
"Steward, it's winter, the first meal in the morning, do you want me to have a full stomach of cold dishes?" The cook looked nervous.
The manager's face sank, "Then what do you think we should do? Bring you up? Or bring me up?"
The chef stared at the mahogany trays that had just been filled with hot dishes...the trays were still there, but the trays were empty.
"How about telling your Majesty the truth?" The chef whispered, "This is too evil..."
Before the chef could finish his words, he was slapped by the steward, "Shut up! It's so early in the morning, your head is getting kicked?! The master is waiting to go out, and you bother him with this inexplicable thing? You cook?" Don’t you want to do it anymore?”
"There must be a traitor in our kitchen! He is targeting my position! He wants to use this method to... take my position!"
The steward gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "You want to trouble me with this little trouble? Ha! Prepare the cold dishes! Master, let me take the blame!"
The cold dishes in the kitchen are all ready-made. The chef helps with the cooking and is quick to prepare.
The maids carried the trays and brought them to the main room one by one.
Shen Yibai came to the table and sat down while straightening his clothes.
As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he was stunned.
Except for a basket of noodles and a rice dumpling soup that are hot, the rest are all cold dishes?
He looked up and looked out the window. It was getting late in the winter. Even though it was dawn, it was still pitch black outside.
At this time of year, at this temperature, I feel comfortable all over after taking a bite of hot rice... Shouldn’t the people in the kitchen be so ignorant?
After serving him a table of cold dishes, are you planning to let him go to the palace with a cold stomach?
Shen Yibai's face darkened slightly.
The entourage is the best at observing words and expressions, and he immediately picked up the taste, "I am called the kitchen steward, come and ask!"
Just as Shen Yibai was about to nod, the servant came quickly and stood outside the door and said, "Sir, the Imperial Master has entered the palace!"
When Shen Yibai heard this, his expression tightened and he murmured, "If you don't go to court today, why would he enter the palace so early?"
"There must be something important to report to the Emperor..." said the attendant.
Shen Yibai quickly picked up the chopsticks, not caring whether it was a cold dish, ate a few mouthfuls of rice, drank a few mouthfuls of hot soup, and hurriedly went out.
"When I come back, I'll ask the kitchen steward to come over!" He hasn't forgotten this yet!
Shen Yibai also came to the palace.
The emperor has not yet risen, and the ministers who have asked to see him are waiting outside the palace.
Shen Yibai saw Zhuan Xu's majestic figure from a distance, bathed in the dim light of dawn, as tall and tall as evergreen pines and cypresses, aloof from the world and independent.
If you don't look at the things that Master Guo has done...just look at his figure and temperament, he is really like a mortal god!
But look at the things he did... He is probably more like a reincarnated evil spirit demon!
Shen Yibai took a deep breath and walked towards the Imperial Master.
The sky is getting brighter.
Shen Yibai looked at Zhuan Xu, then bowed and said in a concerned tone, "Master Guo looks tired. Why, didn't you sleep last night?"
Zhuan Xu glanced sideways at Shen Yibai and said coldly, "Dengzhou was lost and civil unrest broke out. How could Master Shen still sleep well?"
Shen Yibai was embarrassed for a moment and said sarcastically, "I am ashamed to be a lower-ranking official. I am not as concerned about the country and the people as the Imperial Master..."
The words "worry about the country and the people" are extremely ironic.
"However, the Imperial Master has the Tao and Dharma in his body, and he is different from ordinary people. There is no need to worry about your health."
Shen Yibai smiled and said, "Now there is a goddess doctor in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, conditioning the Imperial Preceptor's body. This is a blessing for the imperial court and a blessing for Daye!"
Zhuan Xu turned around suddenly and looked at Shen Yibai with deep eyes.
Shen Yibai smiled lightly, with a strange light in his eyes.
Zhuan Xu suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Yibai's wrist.
Shen Yibai was about to struggle, but Zhuan Xu pressed his pulse, "Did you see her yesterday?"
Shen Yibai took a breath.
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