Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Chapter 192 Osmanthus Wine (1)

Wen Shucheng frowned and moved his chopsticks to another white chicken. As soon as he picked up a piece, the imperial master knocked it off with his chopsticks.

“All the dishes on this table are mine. If you want to eat them, ask the little girl to get them elsewhere.”

Wen Shucheng held up his chopsticks and said dissatisfiedly: "This...this is for us to eat. Everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis."

The Imperial Master swallowed the roast duck and snorted coldly: "Humph, you stupid kid, you still dare to tell the Imperial Master that it's on a first-come, first-served basis."

 Wen Shucheng couldn't help but swallowed as he smelled the aroma of roast duck.

 When Gu Panxia came back, he saw this strange scene.

The prince's lips were raised slightly, and he lightly fanned the fan in his hand. The imperial master was immersed in eating hard, while Wen Shucheng stared at the imperial master with resentment on his face.

 “Uh…why don’t you two eat?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Shucheng said pitifully: "Brothers and sisters, the Imperial Master won't let us eat. Why don't you prepare another table for us? If you have good wine, bring two small jars."

Gu Panxia smiled and said, "Okay, you guys sit down first and I'll have someone prepare it for you."

She recently made some wine using the fruits and osmanthus flowers in the useful space, but she only drank it in her spare time.

 There are osmanthus fermented wine and wine, because the spirit spring is added in them, the taste is very fragrant.

The Imperial Master raised his head, added some juice on his finger, and said to Gu Panxia, ​​"Give Master two jars as well."

 Gu Panxia chuckled, "Yes!"

Seeing Gu Panxia leave, the Imperial Master glared at Wen Shucheng fiercely and said, "You're a bastard."

The prince lowered his eyes and smiled softly. He had never seen such a childish Imperial Preceptor. If his face hadn't changed, he would have suspected that this was a fake Imperial Preceptor.

But having said that, the food at Gourmet Meike is really fragrant, and you won’t get tired of it after smelling it for a long time, making people salivate after smelling it.

Even if he often eats the dishes cooked by the imperial chef, smelling this smell made him want to swallow his saliva unconsciously, but for the sake of the prince's dignity, he didn't do it as obviously as Wen Shucheng did.

Soon, Gu Panxia ordered someone to prepare another table, then went back to the room and took four jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Two jars were given to the imperial master, and the other two jars were given to Wen Shucheng and the prince.

“This is my home-brewed osmanthus brew, you can try it.”

“So my brothers and sisters can also make wine? But it’s only May, why are there osmanthus flowers?” Wen Shucheng was curious.

 Gu Panxia chuckled, "The osmanthus collected last year."

"I see!"

Just as he was about to remove the mud seal, he smelled a strong aroma of osmanthus wine.

It turned out that the Imperial Master had removed the mud seal one step ahead. The Imperial Master placed the wine jar in front of his nose, closed his eyes and smelled carefully, then placed it to his lips and sipped lightly. His eyes suddenly opened, and there seemed to be twinkling stars, bright and clear. Stupid.

 “Good wine, good wine! This is the best wine I have ever had in my many years of life!”

The aroma of wine drifted along the door and into the nostrils of the guests sitting in the gourmet dining hall. Everyone stopped using their chopsticks.

 “Such a strong aroma of osmanthus wine, where did it come from? Who drank it?”

 “I’m so jealous!” Someone couldn’t help but swallowed.

“This little brother, go and find out who is drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and where did he buy it?” Someone couldn’t help but call to the boy nearby.

The boy hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, and walked along where the aroma of wine came from. When he entered the backyard, he closed his eyes in a state of intoxication.

"Is something wrong?" Gu Panxia looked at the boy suspiciously.

The young man came to his senses and hurriedly said respectfully: "Back to my employer, the guests in the hall asked me to ask who is drinking this sweet-scented osmanthus wine and where did he buy it from."

 (End of this chapter)