The fourth master raised his hand and pressed her soft head. There was a hint of gentleness in his voice that he did not feel was unexpected: "Don't worry, I will take care of everything."
Jiang Ying felt a warm feeling in his heart.
She made the flower cakes that she presented to the emperor with great care, but she was not a professional cook. Her favorite meal at that time was instant noodles with poached eggs, but the children of the poor had already become masters. When I was young, I would either help my parents prepare meals in advance after school or help the parents who were cooking, so I didn't have to keep my hands clean.
The flower cakes she made were in a very passable state.
It’s far less beautiful than the food anchors in the video.
But the packaging is still very nice.
The Fourth Master looked at the oil paper bag with a bow attached to it, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.
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At the end of the morning court meeting, Kangxi looked at his fourth son who came in immediately after him and said, "What's the matter?"
[For such a big person, he looks like a little tail. 】
The fourth master was stunned, and he felt that from Huang Ama's disgusted voice, he could hear that he did not really dislike his affection. If he were not in front of the emperor, he would have shaken his head to shake off that suspicious thought.
"Huang Ama, that's it." The fourth master knelt down and presented the oiled paper bag. Suddenly he heard Huang Ama's true and cold voice of disdain. He was slightly stunned again, lowered his head and said, "Ms. Jiang is grateful to you for promoting her status. , I got up early today to make flower cakes, and sent my son to the door of the house, telling my son to give you this thank you gift."
After making a quick decision and saying these words without any pretense, the fourth master strangely heard Huang Ama's happy voice: "Mr. Jiang has some conscience, but it's a pity that she follows the strict rules of the fourth son."
In the past many years, he had often heard his emperor's mother say in his heart that he was strict and dishonest in his treatment of others. The fourth master was still very young and had been frightened. He couldn't figure out what kind of attitude he should use towards his mother.
After so many years, he has gained some experience, but today he discovered where the roots are.
Huang Ama is a king, but he is also a father. Even if a son pleases his father, the only way to please him is to please him directly.
If only the ministers can flatter and please the ministers, the sons among the "sons and ministers" will be weaker than the ministers. When the emperor becomes a minister in front of the emperor, the rest will be only sorrow.
Like Xiao Shisi, at that age he didn't know how high the world was, and he didn't treat Huang Ama with as much respect as they did. Sometimes he would even make a scene out of fear.
But Huang Ama always said that Xiao Shisi was simple and frank, and even if he was occasionally angry, he would still treat him as his doting son after the anger was over.
Fourth Master's thoughts were spinning all over, and he felt extremely complicated for a moment.
Kangxi took a tentative bite, and the sweet smell of flowers exploded on his tongue. He actually tasted a bit of the sunny feeling of early spring from the flowers of late summer.
Before she noticed it, more than half of the flower cake in her hand had gone down.
"That's right." Kangxi nodded, noticing the red top still kneeling in front of the desk, and felt unhappy again, "Get up, what are you still kneeling for?"
Kangxi had disliked this fourth son since he was a child. Even though he made the decision to let the imperial concubine Tong Jia raise the fourth son, the fact that the fourth son did not get close to the concubine Wu Ya when he got older made him feel this Children are particularly utilitarian.
Therefore, no matter how much filial piety he had, Kangxi didn't take it very seriously. Moreover, the child had been dull since he was a child, and indeed he had not done much to honor his emperor.
Today, he was generously presented with flower cakes made by Fujin, but for the first time, Kangxi felt a little sincerity from his son.
The fourth master's mood was even more complicated, and he said: "It's not that my son can't get up. Mrs. Jiang never cooks. She only made a pot of strange flower cakes yesterday for her son to try. His son was afraid that Huang Ama wouldn't be used to it. It was her craftsmanship. So I kept kneeling where I was, so as not to have to apologize later."
As if Kangxi saw the sun rising from the west, the fourth child became eloquent. It seemed that he really liked Mrs. Jiang.
He finished the last bite of the flower cake and said with a smile: "Get up. Although this craftsmanship is not superior, it is still simple. You and Mrs. Jiang are on the same page."
Fourth Master thanked him and stood up slowly, holding the hem of his clothes.
