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After hearing this, the imperial chefs were stunned for a moment, then they came to their senses.

They quickly put down their tools and knelt down to pay their respects. One of the older imperial chefs said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the Empress will be very touched by your deep affection. We will definitely do our best to assist you."

The other imperial chefs also nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will tell you everything we know."

Tang Yinyu smiled and waved his hand, motioning them to stand up, and said, "No need to be polite, just start teaching me now. I will study hard and hope to cook delicious dishes for the queen soon."

There was a gleam of anticipation in his eyes, as if he had already seen Chu Yuqin's happy look when she tasted the food he had cooked.

The imperial chefs began to seriously introduce various ingredients, seasonings, and cooking methods and techniques to Tang Yinyu.

Tang Yinyu listened attentively, nodded from time to time, and picked up the ingredients to observe them carefully.

When you start frying the fish, as soon as the fish enters the pan, the hot oil splashes everywhere like a naughty elf.

Tang Yinyu was staring intently at the fish in the pot and didn't notice a few drops of hot oil splashing onto his hands.

At first he just felt a slight pain in his hand, but he did not stop his actions and still held the spatula steadily to flip the fish.

After a while, the pain became more obvious. He looked down and saw several red spots on the back of his hand, which were the marks of burns from hot oil.

The royal chefs noticed his burn and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, your hand is injured. Stop and treat it."

Tang Yinyu shook his head and said, "No, this little injury is nothing. Let's talk about it after we finish cooking this dish."

He gritted his teeth and continued to fry the fish with full concentration, as if the pain could not affect his determination to cook for Chu Yuqin.

Although the burn on the back of his hand was slightly painful, his eyes remained firm, and every movement was full of love and care for Chu Yuqin.

He thought silently in his heart that as long as Chu Yuqin could eat more, this little injury would not matter.

When seasoning the dish, he was a little unsure about the amount of seasoning to use. He looked at the salt, sugar, soy sauce and other seasonings in front of him and hesitated.

"What should be the ratio of salt to sugar?" he said to himself.

The imperial chefs hurried forward and patiently explained to him: "Your Majesty, generally speaking, you can put a little at first, then taste it, and then add more as needed."

Tang Yinyu followed the imperial chef's advice and tried it carefully.

Another time, when he was cooking a soup, he had trouble controlling the heat.

If the fire is too big, the soup will easily overflow; if the fire is too small, the soup will cook too slowly.

He paced anxiously in front of the stove, thinking about how to adjust it.

"Your Majesty, don't be anxious. You need to slowly figure out the right temperature. Just try a few more times." The royal chef comforted.

After hearing this, Tang Yinyu temporarily suppressed his anxiety and began to practice patiently.

After several days of hard study, Tang Yinyu finally felt that he could try his hand.

In the morning light of the palace, Tang Yinyu got up early.

After several days of hard study in the imperial kitchen, he felt that he had mastered some cooking skills and essence. Today, he decided to cook a delicious meal for Chu Yuqin himself.

Tang Yinyu was wearing a light blue casual suit with a golden belt around his waist, which made him look more upright.

His hair was neatly combed, with a few strands fluttering gently in the breeze, and his face had a determined and confident expression.

He walked with steady steps towards the food storage of the palace, carefully selecting the ingredients that Chu Yuqin usually liked.

His eyes darted back and forth between the various ingredients, selecting each one carefully.

He picked up a bright red apple and sniffed it, as if he could smell the sweetness in it. He then selected fresh fish, tender green vegetables, and some of Chu Yuqin's favorite pastry ingredients. Soon, his hands were filled with large and small bags of ingredients.

Carrying these carefully selected ingredients, Tang Yinyu walked towards Fengyi Palace with full confidence.

The moment he stepped into Fengyi Palace, warm sunlight shone through the windows onto the floor of the palace, forming patches of mottled light and shadows.

He immediately saw Chu Yuqin leaning on the couch in front of the window, holding a book in her hands and flipping through it boredly.

Chu Yuqin was wearing a light pink long dress, the hem of which fluttered gently like clouds.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, with a few strands gleaming golden in the sunlight.

Although her face was a little thin, she was still beautiful, but there was a hint of fatigue and boredom in her eyes.

Tang Yinyu gently put down the ingredients in his hand, walked to Chu Yuqin, and sat down gently.

He gently held Chu Yuqin's hand, his eyes full of heartache, and said softly: "Qin'er, I see that you have a poor appetite these days and have lost a lot of weight. I really feel bad. I have been thinking about how to make you eat more and restore your former vitality, so today I must cook for you myself and make you a meal full of love."

Chu Yuqin raised her head in surprise and looked at Tang Yinyu, with a gleam of surprise in her eyes.

She opened her mouth slightly and said in disbelief: "Your Majesty, are you really going to cook for me? How can this be possible? You are the ruler of a country."

Tang Yinyu smiled, gently scratched Chu Yuqin's nose, and said affectionately: "In front of you, Queen, I am not only the king of a country, but also your husband. What's wrong with cooking a meal for you? Just wait and taste the delicious food I carefully prepare for you."

After saying that, Tang Yinyu stood up and walked towards the small kitchen in Fengyi Palace.

In the kitchen, various cooking utensils are neatly arranged and the ingredients are also arranged in an orderly manner on the counter.

Tang Yinyu took a deep breath and began his cooking journey.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, and began to wash the ingredients carefully.

The water was flowing, and he carefully washed every leaf of vegetable and every piece of fish.

He first took out a fresh fish from a bamboo basket.

The fish was still gently swinging its tail, emitting a faint fishy smell and the scent of sea water.

Tang Yinyu carefully placed the fish on the chopping board, picked up a sharp kitchen knife, and began to skillfully scrape off the fish scales.

Fish scales fell under the blade, making a slight rustling sound.

Then he made a few cuts on the fish to allow the seasoning to better penetrate the fish flesh.

Although his movements were still a little clumsy, they were full of seriousness and concentration.

Every time he cut the knife, it seemed to carry his deep love for Chu Yuqin.

However, when he actually started cooking, Tang Yinyu became a little flustered.