Promotion Letter for the Chief Executive

The expression on Zhao Can's face gradually turned cold, but Ping An didn't notice it, and said casually, "If you give it to the elders, compared to the precious value, of course the heart is more important."

Mind?Zhao Can was thoughtful upon hearing the words.

Thinking of my purpose, in fact, it was not to be outstanding at the birthday banquet, but to arouse the empress dowager's pity for me, so I noticed myself, and even reached out to help me.That being the case, it is indeed wrong to blindly pursue how good things are. ——Who would believe that a person who can give expensive birthday gifts needs the protection of others?

So the mind is the most important thing.And what can express your heart better than something you made yourself?

It's not difficult to think of this, but... His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is a noble person, even if he is not favored, he still stretches out his hands and opens his mouth without touching his fingers. It is difficult for him to do something with his own hands. One can imagine.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Can turned his attention to the little eunuch beside him.

He didn't think that his identity could be concealed forever, besides, the little eunuch seemed quite clever, so why not let him help?As for the doubts about Ping An just now, let's suppress it for the time being.Anyway, he is just a little eunuch, it has nothing to do with the overall situation, and there is no need to be so close to the enemy.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Then what is better?"

If it was in the previous life, Ping An would have said without hesitation that he would make a cake with his own hands.After all, it seemed to have become a custom to eat cakes on birthdays at that time.

However, this is ancient times, and it is not popular to eat cakes on birthdays.Of course, the most important thing is that Ping An doesn't know if he can make a cake under this condition. After all, he himself, Su Ri'an, knows how to make it, but he hasn't done it himself.And there are a lot of tools missing here.

So he hesitated, and said, "Longevity noodles?" Seeing that Zhao Can didn't speak, he said, "This is simple, you can make it earlier, and send it to the other party to eat for good luck. It attracts people's attention and makes people's heart warm, and the elders will definitely like it."

Zhao Can thought about it and felt that it was indeed good.After all, his purpose is not to show off, but to win the Queen Mother's favor, which is undoubtedly more effective.It's easier than yelling at a banquet.So I asked, "How to make longevity noodles?"

"...Let me teach you." Ping An said helplessly.Sending the Buddha to the West, since everyone has come up with an idea, of course I hope the result will be good.What if the food made by this person is too unpalatable or looks too bad, and it ends up being messed up?

At this time, Ping An completely forgot that there are so many imperial chefs in the palace, not to mention their superb skills, but it is absolutely no problem to cook a bowl of noodles.If Zhao Can really wants to learn, he can just call the chef and teach the Baohui with his own hands, it is much more reliable than his half-baked guy.

"Then let's go." Zhao Can immediately stood up.

Ping An was stunned for a while, and then suddenly came back to his senses when Zhao Can turned his head and signaled him to follow, "Then what... Ah Shun, I still have to work. What's the matter if I just leave with you?"

Zhao Can frowned.

He subconsciously didn't want people to know his relationship with Ping An, so it was obviously not possible to go directly to say hello.Otherwise, as long as there is a heart, those brothers and concubines in the palace can be found by everyone.

"Then when are you free?" He asked coldly.

Ping An thought for a while and said, "I'll take a rest tomorrow. But how can I find you?"

"I'm here to find you." Zhao Can left such a sentence, then turned and left.

He held his head and regretted it when he was gone safely. Why is he so quick to talk and teach others to make it? God knows he only has theoretical knowledge, but he has never made ramen!If he screwed up, the man would really kill him, right?

Returning to the Bell and Drum Department with a sigh, Ping An immediately grabbed You Fu and asked, "Where is Maoxin Hall?"

"How do you know Maoxindian?" Youfu immediately stared at him vigilantly.

Ping An is full of cows.See, in the palace, there is an honest person like Youfu, who knows to be wary of people outside, but he foolishly joins in.

It's over.

"I heard from people, just tell me where it is." He said casually.

Youfu thought for a while and said, "It's okay to tell you. The Maoxin Palace is the residence of the Seventh Prince." He paused, lowered his voice to almost breathless, and whispered in Ping'an's ear, "I heard that the emperor doesn't like this place. My master, life in the palace is not easy, so no one in the palace is willing to serve in Maoxin Palace."

After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, and then warned, "But no matter what, it's the master, so don't cause trouble."

"Understood." Hearing Fu's words, Ping'an immediately felt sad.Even a little eunuch knows that his life is difficult, so how bad it is.He couldn't bear the treatment of the princes who were in a bad situation in the TV novels he had watched, and he felt very uncomfortable.

It is said that the servants in the palace are all snobbish, no wonder Ah Shun came to him to beg for food, and even dressed as a little eunuch, it turned out that he was bullied.I just gave him two meals, and he believed in himself so much that he told all the current difficulties.How much love is this?

Pingan, who was tortured by the content of his own brain, thought to himself, in this case, let's try to please the queen mother for him!

He originally wanted to ask the names of the blessed seventh princes, but fortunately, he realized that they were not worthy of mentioning the names of their masters, so he finally restrained himself.

Forget it, no matter what his name is, if he said it was Ah Shun, then it must be Ah Shun!No matter what status he is in front of others, in his own eyes, he is just Ah Shun.If those messy things are not involved, maybe...the relationship between the two can last longer.

Thinking of it this way, Ping An was not so resistant to help.It's interesting to think that you can do good deeds in ancient times and participate in important events in other people's lives.

So on the holiday, Ping An didn't even sleep late, and ran to the rockery early in the morning to wait.Fortunately, Ah Shun seemed to be in a hurry, and didn't make him wait any longer, and came soon.

The two of them didn't talk much, Ah Shun led him to turn and turn until Ping An was dizzy, and then he came to the gate of a palace.

Pingan looked up and saw that there were three large characters of Maoxindian written on it.

This is where Ah Shun lives, it looks...fuck it looks really good!The building is majestic, whether it is the words on the plaque, the carvings on the gate or the cornices and brackets on it, it looks very awesome.

After entering the yard, it was even more amazing, exotic flowers and plants were planted everywhere, the house was very exquisite, and there were beautiful carvings everywhere.Seeing peace is dizzying.

What about the worrying situation?No matter how you look at it, this place doesn't look like the residence of an unfavored prince!

There was no one on the way, the two of them went around the corridor, passed through the Moon Gate, and came to the back of Maoxin Hall.Meals in the palace are provided by the imperial dining room, and there are no small kitchens in each palace.But this house was temporarily converted into a kitchen. The stove was newly built, and all kinds of ingredients were neatly placed on the table for people to take. However, there was no one in the room. Obviously, the order had already been obtained.

I won't talk about what ingredients are here, anyway, Ping'an's mouth is watering, and he looks at Ah Shun with a fierce hatred for the rich.

The content of the story is indeed a lie!