i made the emperor pregnant

When Song Zi and the emperor went, it was not time for meals, but the cooks had already started to make preparations. There were about [-] or [-] people in the imperial dining room, those who washed vegetables, those who prepared vegetables, and those who kept soup, were busy in an orderly manner. .As soon as they heard that the emperor was coming, they immediately dropped what they had in their hands to pay their respects, and those who were cooking in the pots hurriedly took the lids and hurriedly followed their colleagues to pay their respects.

Feng Ji, who followed, asked very thoughtfully: "Your Majesty, do you want to clear the venue?" With so many people, it was really noisy.

Sima Yan glanced at Song Zi, who shook his head: "No, let them do their own thing, just clear a space for us."

Making moon cakes is a physical effort, and it is impossible for him to spend all his time on it. It still needs to be prepared.Moreover, the imperial dining room prepared meals for all the people in the palace, and it was not good for Song Zi to let others go hungry just because of their whim.

When Song Zi said this, the attendants immediately cleared a large space for the emperor and empress. Although he told the cooks not to mind, he just took the emperor's hand and let him sit on the chair brought over. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that some helpers were trembling slightly when they were washing the vegetables.

Although the imperial dining room is kept clean, the emperor will basically not set foot in such a place full of fireworks. The prestige of a tyrant is very effective. Although they force themselves to calm down, the people in the imperial dining room still cannot control the physical pain. physiological response.

Song Zi thought about his previous life. If he was in the same room as a student with the super serious principal, he would feel uncomfortable: "Is there a side hall nearby or a private room that doesn't smell like fireworks?"

The smell of fireworks in the imperial dining room is still choking, and Ah Yan is pregnant, so it doesn't smell good, and they are doing white cases, so there is no need to stay in this kind of place for their main work.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The head chef of the imperial dining room responded and nodded frantically.

"Prepare me a clean table, a rolling pin, moon cake molds, glutinous rice, sugar..."

Song Zi reported some materials, probably because the queen gave people a very approachable feeling, and the cook in the area he was familiar with couldn't help but say: "Your Highness, you want to make mooncakes, but the skin of mooncakes should be made of flour. Just make it, and there is another kind of moon cake, which is made of wheat flour, so it's not... no."

When it came to the last sentence, the cook got stuck, because the emperor's eyes were so creepy that he wanted to slap himself directly, and he would give him whatever he wanted, so what's the point?Although the Queen looked kind, Her Majesty was really scary.

"I don't make those two kinds of mooncakes. I use glutinous rice to make ice-skin mooncakes." He thought for a while, but he didn't have to stick to one kind, he could try the other two kinds, so take more moulds, wheat flour and flour, There is also lard and the like, and prepare one for me according to the same ratio. "

He asked: "Is there any master who is good at white cases? The one who is good at making moon cakes."

"Yes." The head chef introduced a thin, honest man who looked to be in his 30s, "Master Liao is a well-known white case master, the small animals he carved are so vivid, and the molds for making moon cakes in the Imperial Dining Room are all made by him." Made it by hand."

Master Liao seemed to be a taciturn person, but when he was pushed out suddenly, he was a little flustered.

Song Zi saw that he was very nervous, so he asked, "Where is the ready-made mold?"

Being clever, he immediately brought out a lot of molds. Song Zi casually picked up one and looked at it. The molds were very delicate, but because the patterns on them were upside down, they couldn’t see anything special just by looking at each wooden box. Effect.

"What about the ready-made dough?"

"There's this too!" There were various fermented noodles in the kitchen, and Song Zi squeezed a ball into it, poured it out with a snap, and out came a vivid little rabbit, very good, made of a carving mold. Time saved.

Song Zi picked and picked from a lot of moulds, took out four or five, and pushed them to the emperor: "Ayan, what pattern do you like?"

"I like Xiao Qi's pick."

He also said that he was nasty, Song Zi felt that he might not be able to practice Ah Yan's greasy kung fu in his life: "Just take these first, if there are any molds that have not been carved, bring ten of them to Bengong."

When Song Zi spoke, he tried not to appear too polite. After all, he had lived for nearly 20 years and knew that sometimes he couldn't be too polite with the people below him.

"Then Master Liao, what I ask you to do later, you can help, you can do it."

The head chef who is better at dealing with people was the first to speak: "Yes, yes!" He quickly pinched Master Liao, who was like a puppet, nodded with a stiff neck, and squeezed out a sentence: "Can .”

Song Zi didn't look at them any more after he finished speaking, and he didn't force anyone with a knife on his neck, so it's impossible to coax a strange old man in his thirties with soft words like coaxing a child.

He turned to look at the emperor: "Ah Yan, the smell here is strong and the oily smoke is choking, let's change to another place first."

"Okay." The emperor was obedient to the empress, Song Zi said what he said, and after the two most distinguished masters left, the people in the kitchen started to move again.

The kitchen, which was originally quiet, where everyone didn't even dare to utter a breath, became lively again. Some people opened the lid of the pot and screamed: "My dishes are all burnt!" "The fire is low, and the stove is about to go out. Add firewood!"

The water splashed and flowed again, the sound of cutting vegetables on the chopping board was bang bang, and two helper cooks who were in charge of killing fish and brushing shrimp got together and couldn't help muttering: "The empress is so handsome! .”

Although His Majesty is also handsome, but his temperament is too sharp, and if they look at them more often, they feel that the head of the item may not be safe.

Another cook covered her companion's mouth with her wet hand: "How can you call me your empress? If you want to call her Your Highness, Eunuch Feng has ordered you not to bark indiscriminately."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu? It smells fishy." The cook in front spat out the fish scales in her mouth and took two deep breaths of fresh air. It's called Niangniang, the former...isn't that what she called her too."

The former Empress of the Central Palace, the biological mother of the current Emperor, and the Empress Dowager who died many years ago are taboos in the palace, and they dare not talk about it casually.

"You see, how can Her Majesty the Empress get hooked with Mother? Eunuch Feng is a confidant of His Majesty, so he must have a reason for ordering so." The well-informed cook at the back pinched her companion, "Stop talking What are you still doing, killing fish, Eunuch Feng just said that His Majesty and His Highness want to eat fish soup noodles today! We are still waiting to cook the soup."

Song Zi didn't want the emperor to do anything more, he asked for a chopstick, and evenly sprinkled a handful of flour on the table: "Ah Yan, draw a mold."

The molds made by the chef are called works of art. They are exquisite and wonderful, just like the double-petaled peonies that overwhelm hundreds of flowers, they are dazzling.But they didn't do this to achieve the level of a chef. After all, they also spent more than ten years practicing it. They just played for fun.

"You draw, I'll carve, and we'll make mooncakes according to your mold." His carving skills are still passable, but he needs to reserve a little bit for the chef, so if he accidentally overturns the car, he can still have a cover.

The emperor held a thin pointed chopstick in his hand, hesitantly facing the "drawing paper" that was evenly sprinkled with flour.

It is too difficult to draw, it will not be finished in a while, and he also feels that Xiao Qidiao has worked hard, but the drawing is too simple, Sima Yan can't help but glance at the mold made by Master Liao, the emperor is determined to win Very, I don't want to be compared to others at all.

Song Zi had already started kneading the dough. Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, he immediately guessed what Sima Yan was thinking: "Just draw something casually. Ah Yan, you can draw anything beautiful."

The emperor drew a line and sprinkled flour again to cover it. Song Zi saw that he was suffering from difficulty in choosing, put down the dough in his hand, walked around behind Sima Yan, held the other's hand, and then used chopsticks A simple q-version villain was drawn on the dipped flour: "Look, that's it, simple and simple."

The stick figure has few lines, and can be drawn in a few strokes, and it does not take time to carve.

He was obviously a villain with a strange big head and out of proportion, but Sima Yan could tell it was himself from the above features at a glance. "It's so ugly." His eyes are so big, his body is so short, and he doesn't even have a neck.

"Ugly? I think it's cute." Song Zi casually drew another three-inch stick figure, this time it was himself.

The emperor stared at it for a while, and then he could taste the cuteness of this peculiar style of painting: "Xiao Qi is cute."

He stretched out his hand and drew a pattern, imitating Song Zi's painting style, but the proportion of the facial features was more natural, and he drew a side face, two small figures with pouting mouths.

Seeing this picture, the corners of Song Zi's mouth twitched. He decided that the moon cakes made by these little people would be eaten by the two of them, and the ones made with normal molds would be given to his father.

He said he was going to prepare three kinds of mooncake ingredients, but when he actually made them, Song Zi chose the snowskin mooncakes with a more novel appearance, mainly because they looked beautiful, and other cooks made traditional mooncakes.

The quantity he made was not much, and he kneaded it and sent it outside to be steamed in a pot. During the period, he took wood and carved the pictures drawn by the emperor.One painting, one sculpture, the emperor was in high spirits, and even drew a lot of excessive pictures. Seeing that it was getting more and more outrageous, Song Zi sprinkled a handful of flour to cover it, and coughed: "The difficulty is too high, and there is not enough time." Really. , So many people are watching!

Master Liao, who was waiting behind the curtain, was silent in embarrassment. As a top-notch craftsman, when he saw Song Zi making things in a playful manner, he almost wanted to reprimand him like he was treating his apprentice. Still seeing the face of Eunuch Feng, thinking that this is the emperor and empress, he lowered his head firmly, not daring to look at anything.

After all, he was an imperial chef working in the palace, and he had many apprentices under him. He had also experienced scenes of strong wind and waves, but he had never experienced such scenes.

After a delay of more than half an hour, the desserts came out. Song Zi poured out the small and exquisite snowskin mooncakes, and gave Sima Yan his one-faced villain, who ate the emperor's one.Specially made very small ones, that is, the kind of one bite.

When it was time for the moon cakes for the two of them, Song Zi originally planned to separate, and the two of them would share half of each other, but Sima Yan refused and stretched out his hand to stop him: "No, Xiao Qi, you can't divide like this." It would be nice if the people in the painting stay together Ah, he couldn't bear to be separated like this.

Song Zi stared at the snowy mooncake without a word. The molds belonged to the moulds. The shape of the cakes was actually a bit distorted, not very like them.

Song Zi took a knife and cut it crosswise. He put the shell on the surface and stuffed it into Sima Yan's mouth: "Eat it, they will melt together directly in the stomach. Let's save some stomachs. Then eat fish soup noodles.” It’s better not to eat too many high-calorie desserts.

After making the mooncakes, Song Zi originally wanted to bring them to his father for a while, but after thinking about it, they were still freshly baked and delicious, so he planned to order the Imperial Dining Room to make more and bring them back when he went to Zuo Xiangfu tomorrow.

The two of them had had enough fun, and they should go back to rest, but they didn't take two steps, and Master Liao, who had been standing there and couldn't help much, took a step forward.

Seeing his movements, the people around the emperor were very vigilant: "Escort!"

Song Zi subconsciously wanted to protect the emperor, so he saw Master Liao aiming in his direction, and knelt down with a plop: "His Royal Highness, I beg you!"