i made the emperor pregnant

Information can be colluded, identities and resumes can be falsified, and even the words of witnesses can be false, but real craftsmanship cannot be faked.

Sima Yan glanced at Feng Ji: "Did you hear me, do as the queen says."

The efficiency of the palace people was very fast. Not long after, Master Liao's daughter was brought here, and Chef Li's nephew was also brought here. Song Zi took a look at this young female chef who was said to be trapped by love, and her facial features were correct. , the eyes are bright, but the face is a bit thin and out of shape, and Li Xiaochu is very similar to the head chef. From the appearance, the two are not alike at all, only one year apart.

"Your Majesty, I can do a lot of things. I'm good at..." Li Xiaochu was as confident as the head chef, thinking of making a good impression in front of the emperor.It would be great if he could use what he is good at to compare his opponent's weaknesses.

The emperor didn't even order to shut up, but just swept his eyes lightly. The latter opened his mouth for a long time, his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't speak a word.

"What does the Queen think is better than letting them?" The emperor asked gently to the people around him, since it was his Xiao Qi who came up with the idea, naturally it should be Xiao Qi who made the decision.

"Let's compare it to making moon cakes." Song Zi said, "Let's see who can make it the fastest and the best in the shortest time."

He has no interest in showy skills, and it would take a lot of time to cook those difficult dishes: "Give me an hour, and make two hundred mooncakes."

Song Zi took out the ice-skin mooncakes he had made with Master Liao's mold before: "Just make this size."

He reported several flavors: "Egg yolk liquid heart, double yolk lotus seed paste, cloud leg, bean paste, four flavors, [-] of each. Whoever makes it fast and well will be able to keep it."

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the imperial dining room is full of materials, and the master of the white table can't even make an ordinary moon cake, so he is not qualified to stay.

Song Zi asked someone to bring another chair over, and sat next to the emperor. By the way, he also asked someone to set up a long table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, some notebooks, and even fruit and snacks.

After both parties quickly finished the preparations with the help of the kitchen and under the supervision of the workers, Song Zi made sure that the materials on both sides were all right: "Okay, let's burn some incense."

The place where they stayed was an open space, but considering the emperor's body: "Xiang stay away."

The two cooks were very fast and kneaded the dough directly. Master Xiao Liao didn't seem to be as fancy as the people around her.Song Zi glanced at it for a few times, but felt a little bored, as an expert in cooking, he couldn't see too much good or bad.

Song Zi heard someone's stomach growl slightly, and thought of something: "Is the fish noodle soup you prepared ready?"

"Okay, okay." The chef who was in charge of making fish soup noodles brought out two large bowls of fish soup noodles. The live crucian carp fried in lard made the soup thick and white. It smelled fragrant, but tasted delicious. .

Song Zi took a mouthful of the soup with a spoon and blew it lightly. The noodles that came just now were still very hot: "A Yan, be careful, eat slowly."

The noodles are not easy to be cold when soaked in the soup, so he ordered another small bowl, picked out the chewy noodles with chopsticks, put them aside to let them cool down, and then handed them to the emperor: "It's almost ready to eat now."

Feng Ji on the side felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. In the past, serving His Majesty's meal was obviously done by palace people like them, but the queen was lucky to snatch their jobs. I always feel sorry for the salary I receive now!

The emperor ate a small bowl, and then stopped: "Why doesn't Xiao Qi ask me if it's delicious?" Obviously he would have asked before, this kind of subtlety is Xiao Qi's thoughtfulness and concern for himself .

Song Zi silently glanced at the bowl that was almost bottomed out. Do you still need to ask? The facts are here.Not only did he not answer the emperor's question, but he asked another more deadly question: "Is the food I made before, Ah Yan hard to swallow because it was not tasty?"

"No, I just can't eat because of my poor appetite. Doctor Shi said that this kind of problem is caused by my special condition." The emperor pretended to stroke his stomach, implying that the mouthful was big and heavy. The round and black pot should be carried by the unborn cub.

Song Zi is not a person who likes to turn over old scores. Where did the unfinished food go with the emperor? After all, the food he made can only be eaten, not delicious: "If you have a good appetite, eat more , drink more fish soup to supplement calcium."

Pregnant women are prone to calcium deficiency, and they have to supplement folic acid. It is said that lack of folic acid may not cause much harm to the body of the pregnant woman, but the child is prone to disabilities.In this era, there are no pills that specifically extract vitamins, and we can only rely on food supplements.

The thick and long incense burnt for a little while, Song Zi counted the time and said, "Bring the apples."

The emperor looked at the tall plate of apples and was not very happy: "Xiao Qi, I have already eaten a lot of apples."

Song Zi skillfully bargained with him: "There are so many days, I eat one in two days, and I eat six, I eat today, the last one, I don't eat this, I eat another, seven is the two of us The lucky number, you can make up seven after eating this, okay?"

The emperor's favorite cherries were gone, and all the uneaten fruit on that tree was rotten. The cold storage technology in their era was not good, and it was not realistic to transport them from another hemisphere. Basically, they only ate freshly made ones.

He has cultivated some greenhouse vegetable crops in the northern border, but there are no greenhouse fruits. The main reason is that it is difficult to cultivate out-of-season fruit trees. The emperor is only eight months pregnant, and he knows it is only two months, so it is too late to raise them temporarily.

"Okay, let's eat this one." Song Zi is already very proficient at peeling apples. In less than half a minute, a long and complete peel can fall off, but this time he didn't peel them, and cut them into half-moon shapes. , cut off part of the flesh, and cut out a little rabbit, the eyes of the rabbit. He asked for some red bean paste for mooncakes, one, two, and the little rabbits were placed close together and placed on a plate.

The teenager lowered his eyelashes, and the eyelashes cast a crescent-like shadow on the lower eyelid like a small fan. His attention was focused on the apple bunny in his hand.

The emperor's fingers were about to move, and while the queen wasn't paying attention, he sneaked away a small one, but the queen didn't notice, he snapped his sharp teeth and bit it like venting his anger, taking a bite of a cute little rabbit.

Obviously they are all the same apples, but the little rabbit apples seem to be tastier than the big ones. The little rabbits originally peeled more and more, but because the emperor kept stealing them, they became less and less. Finally, when Song Zi stopped , Sima Yan discovered that there was only one naked little rabbit left on the plate!

A faint smile appeared on Song Zi's face, he pinched the ear of the last surviving little rabbit, and handed it to the emperor's lips: "Okay, you have eaten the whole big apple, you are full Take a walk to digest food."

Song Zi took the ferocious big rabbit and started to visit slowly. Half of the time had passed, and he just went around to see how the two contestants were doing. Currently, these small mooncakes are just small pieces of dough. Judging from the appearance Look, the dumplings made by the two people are almost the same size.

After all, he is a professional player, and the things he makes are pleasing to the eye. Song Zi sighed: "It's much better than what I did."

"No way, Xiaoqi is better at cooking than them. They can't even make snowy mooncakes."

Song Zi glanced at the emperor when he heard this, Ah Yan didn't blush when he said such an outrageous lie, he, who was praised, would blush with shame.

It was obviously the first time for the young Master Liao to experience such a thing. Without paying attention, he crushed a white and fat glutinous rice dumpling.

Song Zi looked at it for a while, and then hurriedly took the emperor to another place for a stroll. The kitchen was full of steamer kitchen utensils, and the time to steam two hundred mooncakes was the most boring.He ordered another handful of melon seeds, and when the emperor was designing a new mold, he began to peel the melon seeds with two chopsticks. For balanced nutrition and comprehensive development, in addition to fruits and vegetables, an appropriate amount of nut intake is also necessary!

Song Zi counted the time, and after a while, he peeled a handful of sunflower seeds, which were simply roasted with salt, and they were extremely fragrant.

He ate a small handful, and then ate another small handful, eating up all the hard work he had peeled, and just after chewing to his satisfaction, he saw the resentful emperor, Sima Yan's eyes were clearly written With six words, Xiaoqi doesn't love me anymore.

"Feng Ji, call someone to peel melon seeds for our Majesty." Song Zi said, "My hand hurts after holding the chopsticks for so long, and Ah Yan also loves me."

"Don't eat it." The emperor said, "The ones peeled by others are not as fragrant as Xiao Qi's peeling." The person who was called to peel the melon seeds did not dare to move for a moment, and looked at them anxiously.

Song Zi knocked on the table: "Peel it off, I want to eat."

The trained palace people have quite proficient skills in peeling nuts, and a small pile piled up on the plate in a short while.

"Enough." He yelled, and then covered the faces of the two with his extremely wide sleeves, kissed the emperor, until the other party's lips were closed because of anger, he stuffed a small handful of melon seeds into it: "Okay, this is also my hand, does it smell good?"

The emperor, whose eyes were flushed from being kissed, gave him a resentful glance: "Xiang."