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As soon as there was no one around, the time passed quickly, and the guard who guarded Xiang knocked a gong: "Time is up!"

The moon cakes on both sides are ready, and the moon cakes on both sides are out of the oven. They are round, yellow, and snow-white.

Master Xiao Liao is a man of good manners, just like her father, she makes mooncakes as big as Song Zi says she wants, but Xiaoche Li is opportunistic and makes some fancy tricks.He knew that his basic skills were inferior to the opponent's, but his uncle said it before, and the queen said that he likes young people's innovation and boldness!

The emperor didn't speak at all, he didn't listen to the queen, and if he could please the queen, he won.Sure enough, the emperor didn't say anything, and the queen said: "Take one of the four flavors of mooncakes."

Hearing this, Master Li became a little nervous. Why did he only need one? He made a lot of patterns specially, although he also used the tools left by Master Liao.When arranging the plates, he also used some special care. He arranged four kinds of mooncakes and four colors, and he arranged them better, with different patterns.

Little Master Liao was different. She asked for four, and she obediently took four. She introduced them quite concisely: "Egg yolk, lotus paste mooncake, cloud leg, bean paste."

She bowed: "I took the liberty to use the special mooncake you made." She had never made egg yolk liquid, but made the ice skin stuffing that Song Zi used as a sample, and she made other mooncakes. Or traditional taste.Master Xiao Li is different, no matter what kind of mooncakes he makes, all he makes are ice skin.

Song Zi glanced at her in surprise, he seemed to be a well-behaved person, and he was quite innovative in this kind of thing.He is also fair. The moon cakes on both sides are placed together, and one bite of each flavor is delicious.

He handed the mooncake he had bitten to the emperor again: "Try it, Your Majesty."

The emperor looked at the flawed moon cake, pinched the edge with his fingers, turned around, and then deliberately bit the place where Song Zi left the tooth mark.Song Zi looked at the gap and couldn't see it: This is too foul!

In order to show his fairness and justice, Song Zi tasted all eight mooncakes, and then muttered to the emperor, "Which one does Ah Yan think is tastier?"

He didn't say what he thought first, for fear that if he said it, the emperor would follow his opinion, but Sima Yan asked, "What do you think, Xiao Qi?"

"Ah Yan eats a lot of dim sum in the palace, who do you think deserves to stay?" After all, the palace's standards are set according to the emperor's taste, but everyone's taste is actually different.

The emperor glanced at the two of them: "I don't want to keep either of them." Fatty Li's smile was too obtrusive, and he didn't get tired of drinking fish soup. Seeing this greasy smile made him a little sick to his stomach.As for Little Master Liao, he is 22 years old this year, and a third-year female college student holding a gold brick. He just doesn't like young people.

"How about keeping one for two people?" The dim sum of both of them was delicious, but Song Zi judged that Master Xiao Liao was naturally slightly better, no, three chips, the other person's can only be said to be delicious, and the ones she made can only be said to be delicious. Call it amazing.

Thinking of something, Song Zi said: "Don't consider any other factors, just consider cooking skills."

The emperor snorted coldly, and glanced at the taciturn little Liao: "She can barely be regarded as the young one who is better than the blue." Master Liao can be said to be the number one white case master in the imperial dining room, and the matter has come to a conclusion.

The wall fell down and everyone pushed, and someone jumped out immediately to report Chef Li's black heart. The evidence was so strong that the Li family's uncle and nephew were dragged down. Before leaving, they were still unwilling to say: "Your Majesty, I have hard work without credit!"

Didn't he just get some oil and water, and no one in the palace would do it: "Your Majesty, the people you arrange can't do well without me, Your Majesty!"

"It's so noisy." The emperor complained, and Feng Ji immediately arranged for guards to gag his mouth with a rag to drag him away faster.

The winning master Xiao Liao knelt down: "Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, I don't want to stay in the imperial dining room as the imperial cook."

Master Liao became anxious: "What are you talking about, you silly boy? Your Majesty and His Highness will clear your innocence, and you can also be with the person you like."

"Father, I understand that my identity is just an excuse. If I have the identity of the imperial chef, he will be nice to me again, whether he likes me or this identity." The young girl has a very stubborn temper. I don’t like him anymore, Your Highness, I’ve heard a saying that it’s better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, and it’s the same with being a cook. I always follow my father, and I learn too little. The chief." She knew that the identity of the imperial chef was a gift, but it was not what she wanted.

Song Zi glanced at Sima Yan, obviously disobedient, he was not happy.Obviously, his Ah Yan doesn't care about other people's dreams at all, and doesn't care about other people's freedom.Maybe the emperor will never be able to be considerate of others in his life, and think from the perspective of others.

Being able to think for oneself is already a huge progress in the emperor's life.He sighed, and he couldn't ask too much from Ah Yan. As a lover, he could fall in love with Ah Yan because of his original appearance, and he shouldn't force his lover to become his ideal appearance.

Before Sima Yan got angry, Song Zi said: "I originally wanted to ask His Majesty to give you a piece of golden moon cake today. There are four characters written on it, number one in the world."

With the imperial gift from the emperor, there is no need for such messy proofs. This golden moon cake is the best proof. The other party has a bit of a business mind and can make the inscription into a plaque.

"As for the person you like, if the other party doesn't have a bad wife first, but has a marriage contract with you first, and if you really love him, and he is willing to marry you, I am also willing to ask His Majesty to grant you a marriage."Anyway, one would like to fight A willingness to suffer, the emperor bestows marriage, the weight is naturally full.

Song Zi looked at the young girl kneeling in front of him: "But these things are before you speak, and after you speak, these things will no longer be available. Even if you want to enter the imperial dining room in the future, it is impossible to have this opportunity."

There are many cooks who cook delicious food in the world, and they will never lack this one.When Song Zi said this, the other party was surprised and shaken, but in the end he became firm, showing no regrets.

The emperor's dignity and authority naturally still need to be maintained. The little chef is very good at cooking, but he should not spoil the emperor's happiness casually: "Your Majesty, she does make good mooncakes, but she still lacks in life. Go to all corners of the country to have a look and practice, now it is not suitable to stay in the imperial dining room, what do you think?"

"According to what the queen said, I'll see what she can learn."

Little Master Liao kowtowed: "Thank you Lord Long, thank you Your Majesty, thank you Your Majesty the Queen." In the last sentence, she said it very sincerely.Although she was young, she just realized that she was too reckless. If it wasn't for the queen, she might have to pay a price she couldn't afford.She was grateful for the Queen's kindness, and if one day, she had something to repay His Highness, she would definitely do her best to repay her kindness.

A farce soon broke up, and there was no shortage of people in the palace, including Chef Li, who was pocketing his own money, and Master Liao, who was too bold.

"Does Xiaoqi think I'm too cruel?"

When dealing with Master Liao, the emperor explained more rarely: "There are some rules that even I need to maintain."

Master Liao has many ways to file a complaint. He can find a department that handles this matter, or he can find other ways, or he can open his mouth when the emperor asks for a reward for his contribution.

But he didn't, the emperor didn't say that he would reward him, and he didn't pass the test of the imperial court. If he insisted on impulsively breaking the rules and kneeling in front of the emperor suddenly, he didn't want to pay the price at all.But because of Song Zi's presence, he finally achieved his goal.

If there is a disturbance in this palace, it will spread far and wide. If you ignore Master Liao completely, it is tantamount to conniving at the other party's actions. There will definitely be people who follow suit, and many people will come to Song Zi, the empress. Porcelain.

Song Zi shook his head: "I know Ah Yan is doing my best." Compared with Chef Li, Master Liao's ending is obviously much better. He just lost his job in the imperial dining room, but the emperor didn't impose unnecessary punishment on him , and also allowed the other party to use the name of the imperial chef to do publicity. With such good craftsmanship, Master Liao can still support his family.If he really cared about his daughter so much, his only daughter would go out to learn art from a teacher, and the father would not be able to keep up.

Song Zi had no criticism of the emperor's actions.Ah Yan can be unruly and have a brutal reputation, but he can't.Maybe he can, but it is very difficult for him to get through that test psychologically. Ah Yan is doing such a thing to uphold the rules, and he is even more upholding him.

"Ah Yan, let's not talk about these topics anymore." Just take a look at the excitement of other people's homes. There is no need to pay more attention to the melon-eating crowd for fun.

"Ah Yan, it's not too early now, the officials are about to take a rest, let's go to Zuo Xiangfu tonight."

He glanced at the mooncakes wrapped in greased paper: "We still have to send mooncakes to my parents."

There are hundreds of people in the prime minister's mansion, and each person will give out two of the second-class moon cakes, and the rest will be given to his father.

"Don't you need to bring some other courtesy?"

Song Zi shook his head: "No need, what about the four hundred moon cakes, Ah Yan, I am in charge of your small treasury, so I sent too much to waste... Oh, my father likes inkstones, Ah Yan, those pancakes in your warehouse Take out two of the tribute inkstones that came down, and we’ll give this for the holidays. If you want, you can also draw a picture of a rabbit making pie for the old man.”

The emperor's calligraphy is expensive, mainly because the cost is relatively low, and there are ready-made brushes and inks, that is, it costs personal wages.

He made multiple mooncakes at the same time, on the one hand, to test the skills of these two people. After all, even if you can use molds, you can still see a lot of things from the process when making...

These are not the important point, the important point is that he originally planned to give the moon cakes to his father!Diligence and thrift are the virtues that a queen in the palace should have.

Song Mingcheng, who had just finished a busy day, sneezed several times, and the coachman who came to pick him up said, "Master, these are the clothes my wife prepared for you. The weather is getting colder, so you should wear more."

Song Mingcheng sniffed, and accepted his wife's care honestly. He shook his head, feeling extremely melancholy. Could it be that he is really old and his health is failing.

When the carriage stopped in front of the Zuoxiang Mansion, Song Mingcheng lifted the curtain, saw a familiar figure, and sat back down again. Not only was he weak, he became weak, and even his eyes were gone. Damn it!