After being forced into the palace, I became the tyrant's favorite

Wen Yao quickly shook his head, forcing him to be thrown out of his head.Li Quan propped his head and peeked in secretly.Not long after, shredded yams were put into the pot, Zhichun stood in front of the stove and listened to Wen Yao's instructions, Wen Yao made a gesture, and she added firewood to the belly of the stove, the hotter the fire, the faster Wen Yao stir-fried, and soon the onions and garlic were cooked. Stir-fried until fragrant, it is just right for flavor and fragrance.

Wen Yao had eaten the imperial meal a few times, and found that there was no onion or garlic in it, no matter whether it was meat or vegetable, he thought there was no such thing at first, but on the way to the imperial dining room, he asked Zhichun before he found out that there was onion and garlic.

The aroma in the iron pot kept overflowing, and Wen Yao was salivating again and again. It's been a long time since I smelled such a delicious dish, and it really was delicious made by myself.

The expressions of the cooks who were not optimistic about him changed suddenly.

It is undeniable that this dish has a rich and saturated aroma, blowing in the wind and permeating the air, making people salivate.

Several young eunuchs who were sweeping the dust outside couldn't help swallowing, it was so fragrant, sour and sour.

Soon Wen Yao finished his first dish.

Zhichun raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, tilted his head and asked, "Master, what are you doing? Why does it smell sour?"

"This is called tomato and potato shreds. The sour taste comes from the tomato."

Zhichun asked, "Is it the little red fruit that master just took?"

They generally don't use this kind of fruit for cooking, because it is very sour, and even farmers don't like to eat it. There are a lot of this kind of red fruit in some hills.

Wen Yao nodded, "That's it, it's called tomato, but unfortunately there are too few, otherwise we can make more dishes, such as tomato scrambled eggs... tomato seaweed soup is delicious."

Zhichun looked at him half-believing or not, Wen Yao smiled and said: "This taste is really not lying to you, when there are tomatoes again, I will make a dish for you to try, not today, today this dish is for the emperor. "

As he spoke, he asked again, "Do you know where it's sold?"

Zhichun shook his head, "This fruit is not easy to sell, and the farmers don't know how to grow it, but some peasant women will pick it in the mountains... Well, tomatoes, but the price is cheap, and there is no profit, so everyone rarely picks it and sells it. "

Wen Yaoxin said it was a pity, put the tomato and potato shreds on a plate, and asked Li Quan at the door, "Does Eunuch Li know where I can buy tomatoes?"

Li Quanquan was embarrassed, he rubbed his hands, and came up with an idea: "Miss Wen wants to eat, why not go to the master, the master has his own way."

Wen Yao raised his eyebrows. What can the emperor do? Could it be that the imperial edict ordered farmers to grow tomatoes in large quantities?

Thinking of this, he shook his head a little amusingly, put this fantasy-like thought behind him, and continued to prepare the next dish.

It was boiled beef.

Li Quan originally wanted to find two people to help Wen Yao, but seeing his calm and skillful movements, he gave up his idea.

Wen Yao likes to cook, and he worked hard to study various cuisines in the past.And he himself prefers Sichuan cuisine and Zhejiang cuisine.

So, I finished cooking the spicy, delicious and steaming boiled beef, and I also made the steamed pork and sweet and sour pork ribs of Zhejiang cuisine.

The ribs were specially picked out from the meat by him. The little eunuch who bought them in the palace only picked the tenderloin, pork neck and plum head meat. The meat like the back bone and ribs were all removed, and the pig bones were discarded. is also like this.

Wen Yao didn't expect them to be so good at eating. The bone soup is delicious and nutritious, and it can also supplement calcium. Maybe his body still has hope to grow taller.

The original body looks the same as him, only a little shorter.

He analyzed that this short body was caused by nutritional deficiencies. He is only 17 years old now. According to the scientific growth law, he still has seven years to develop. It must be able to grow to 1.7 meters eight.

After finishing the three dishes, Zhichun took them out, Wen Yao walked in front, looked at Li Quan who was half a head taller than him, his mood was instantly gloomy, how could even the eunuch be taller than him?

In Muyao Palace, Ye Chu read the memorial before sitting at the case, Wen Yao came in with his head drooping, with a weary expression, and said listlessly: "Your Majesty, breakfast is ready."

Ye Chu hummed lightly, then seemed to have discovered something, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wen Yao shook his head and smiled.

Ye Chu sighed in his heart, patted his head, and then glanced at the three dishes neatly arranged on the table. Seeing that Wen Yao was in a better mood, he dragged him to sit down.

"Is it tasty?"

Wen Yao looked at him sideways, with a firm tone, "Of course it's delicious."

Ye Chu slightly hooked his lower lip, Wen Yao's eyes reappeared, he was a little relieved, and waited for the other party to feed him with bamboo chopsticks.

Li Quan and Zhi Chun bowed and waited aside, no one dared to say a word in the presence of the emperor.

Wen Yao glanced at the warring palace servants, summoned up his courage, picked up the bamboo chopsticks and put the potato sticks into Ye Chu's bowl, Ye Chu still didn't intend to take the chopsticks, and looked straight at Wen Yao.

Wen Yao couldn't help but pick it up and feed it to Ye Chu's mouth. Ye Chu's eyes were filled with a little smile, he opened his mouth to eat, and deliberately didn't let go. Seeing that Wen Yao's ears were stained pink, he let go, and said solemnly: "Eat some too, don't be hungry."

The tip of Wen Yao's ears turned red at the thought of sharing tableware, he pursed his lips, and ate the potato sticks with a bit of shame.

After breakfast, I mentioned the matter of moving back to the emperor, probably because the food was delicious this morning, and now the emperor readily agreed.

Wen Yao took Zhichun to Qianheju, taking a leisurely walk while thinking hard about what to make for the emperor next time.

At the very first moment, please make him happy, maybe one day he will be taken out of the palace.

Instead, he forgot that the emperor agreed with him to go out of the palace.

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