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    date="2021-09-07"

    title="Chapter 62 cook"

    weight="135158"

    series = ["Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)"]

    mode = "manual"

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    Duan mingchong trembled and said, "you... What did you say?"

    Yan was about to cry and said casually, "I didn't say anything, I just... Xiang! Yes, I'm addicted to incense... I don't know what I'm talking about! "

    Yan counselled that he almost had to find a crack in the door and put his head in it.

    They looked at each other for a long time at the gate of the Taihe hall. Duan Ming Chongcai hummed like a mosquito: "I borrowed your clothes yesterday and came back to have them cleaned. Do you... Do you want any more?"

    That's what I'm talking about!

    Yan was almost moved to tears: "yes!"

    Duan mingchong looked up and looked at him. They quickly looked away. The atmosphere was a little strange for a moment.

    Duan mingchong coughed: "then... Go?"

    Year old Yan: "go, go, go."

    So he left.

    They were speechless all the way. On the way, they met Ning Guifei in a dark green brocade shirt.

    Three years later, Ning Guifei is much older. Although she wears heavy makeup to cover up her haggard look, people with clear eyes can see that she has lost her arrogant and domineering momentum.

    Yan has been spitting on himself all the way. He usually takes advantage of some tofu. Why can't he control his mouth and give Balu what he thinks?

    The more he thought about it, the more he felt stupid. He was secretly scolding himself, but Duan mingchong next to him stopped him.

    Yan shuddered for a moment. He thought he couldn't control speaking out those swearing words again. He looked up in fear, so he turned to the face of Ning Guifei, who "wanted to kill your dog".

    Yan was stunned for a while before he swept away his depressed mood. He felt that concubine Ning came in time. It was more timely than the rain. He rolled his sleeve and planned to fall into the well.

    He followed Duan Ming and worshipped the ceremony: "I've seen your concubine Ning."

    Ning Guifei almost glared at him fiercely. She shook off the palace man holding her hand, walked quickly to Sui Yan, and said coldly, "you're really lucky."

    Year old Yan sighed in his heart and said that this woman was really stupid. She said such words to herself in front of the crown prince. She was probably mad.

    I don't know what the emperor liked about her. Can he confuse men as long as he has a beautiful face?

    He thought of this and suddenly turned his mind.

    "In principle, I look better than her. Why did I express that to Duan mingchong, but he didn't say it at all?"

    At the same time, Yan didn't forget his business. He was about to retort, but Duan mingchong smiled gently.

    He said slowly and softly, "the Marquis is naturally blessed and has a long life. I just don't know if the fifth emperor brother can live this year. It's better for Empress Ning to care more about him."

    Ning Guifei: "you..."

    Her eyes were almost red with anger and her fingers were shaking violently.

    Duan mingchong finished that sentence politely and nodded slightly: "don't bother empress Ning to see brother five. Mingchong is leaving."

    Then he grabbed Yan's hand and walked away.

    It was the first time for Yan to see the gentle prince like spring breeze and rain. He didn't lose his oral Kung Fu. He just took concubine Ning back with a word. Looking at the beautiful face that seemed to be painted, he was angry.

    They went all the way to the gate of the east palace without saying a word. Duan mingchongcai loosened Yan's hand and told him, "if you see her in the future, you don't need to say much. Just leave."

    Yan Yan blinked at him for a while.

    Duan mingchong said, "ah Yan? Are you listening? "

    The old Yan murmured, "I didn't hear you."

    Duan mingchong: "

    Year old Yan immediately reacted and coughed, "I'm sorry, what did your highness say?"

    Duan mingchong shook his head helplessly and didn't repeat.

    He took Sui Yan into the East Palace, took out the cleaned clothes and said, "here you are. It's not dirty."

    Yan was a little clean, but he often just pretended in his house. As usual, he lost his job, but Duan mingchong handed it to him himself. He even wanted to sleep with his clothes, let alone throw it away.

    Year old Yan picked it up and held it to the attendant behind him. He was thinking about the reason to stay in the east palace for a while. Duan mingchong suddenly said, "I heard that a new cook seems to have come to the small kitchen of the east palace. He is very good at making sweets. Ah Yan has to wait until he has lunch here?"

    Yan was stunned and nodded desperately.

    He found that he was really lucky today. As soon as he wanted to sleep, someone sent pillows. Later, he went back to the next month old temple to worship, so that he could achieve his long cherished wish as soon as possible.

    At the age of 18, Yan Ben was very familiar with the east palace. With Duan mingchong, he couldn't restrain his joy. They spent the morning reading and painting one by one in the study.

    At noon, the servant came to the study and reported that lunch was ready.

    Yan Yandian dragged Duan mingchong to dinner.

    I cooked several dishes for lunch. It doesn't look like delicacies, but like ordinary dishes in the market. It's very novel to eat.

    After dinner, they sat in the front hall and opened the door to enjoy the snow and tea.

    After eating, the palace man came over with several jade dishes.

    Yan Ben was sleeping on Duan mingchong's shoulder. Smelling the smell, he suddenly sat up. Before his eyes opened, he murmured, "sweet."

    Duan mingchong asked people to put the jade dish on the small case aside, opened the cover to prevent the heat from dissipating, and revealed several exquisite steamed buns.

    The steamed bread in the wanhualou is often rubbed with sugar, and the middle is wrapped with a fruit sugar heart mixed with peach blossom honey. Then it is kneaded into a pleasant shape. It is very unique and likable to sell. Anyway, Yan has to eat the steamed bread in the wanhualou. People in the capital always say that he lingers among the flowers, adding a lot of bad names.

    The secret recipe of wanhualou steamed bread was not passed on, and the cook was too proud to dig, which led to the idea of Nian Yan robbing the cook back to his house several times.

    Year old Yan just glanced and his eyes widened. He shook Duan mingchong's hand: "Your Highness, you said that the new cook can also make steamed bread!"

    Duan mingchong took one for him with chopsticks: "have a try?"

    With a try mentality, Yan Sang one with his hands, took the first bite, and his eyes were going to shine.

    The taste of this steamed bread is the same as that of the Wanhua building.

    Yan didn't have time to speak. He picked some of his favorite styles and ate a few, but he couldn't eat any more.

    He looked at the unfinished steamed bread and gathered around Duan mingchong. He said pitifully, "Your Highness, can I take it away?"

    Duan mingchong coughed and said, "if you want to eat, you can come to the East Palace at any time. I'll have someone make it for you."

    Year old Yan came forward and hugged Duan mingchong's neck and rubbed him. Huan Tianxi said, "well, I'll come to your highness every day in the future!"

    Duan mingchong smiled and said, "the weather is getting colder and colder. Can you guarantee to get up every day?"

    Yan said, "I'll try my best, your highness. Seriously, the cooks in your palace are as similar as those in the flower drawing building. I doubt whether they are from the same family."

    Duan mingchong turned his head unnaturally and said vaguely, "probably."

    Year old Yan said: "but the style is different. The people who pull the flower building are very poor and lovely animals. Sometimes people can't bear to look at it. The patterns in your Highness's Palace are all decorative patterns. It's not unbearable to eat."

    Duan mingchong: "yes..."

    Year old Yan talked a lot again, and finally let go of the topic of steamed bread.

    Duan mingchong was finally relieved.

    He stayed until the afternoon and left the front end. Mingchong asked someone to make two cages of steamed bread for him to take away. The box was also insulated with iron blocks and charcoal fire.

    Year old Yan let the attendant carry it and left with a spring face.

    After he left the palace, he didn't go back to his house, but went to Jiang's house first.

    Gann and are watching the servants make snowmen in the yard. They are quite absent-minded. When they hear that the servant is passing the age, Yan arrives and asks people to come in.

    Year old Yan asked someone to bring in a food box, looked at Gann and his obviously wilted look, "Hey" said in a voice: "don't be depressed, look what I brought you?"

    He opened the lid of the box to reveal the steaming Donggong steamed bread.

    Gann he glanced at it, looked away abnormally and said, "I have no appetite."

    Year old Yan said, "don't eat?"

    Gann he: "don't eat."

    Yan: "really?"

    Gann he: "really."

    Yan took one and put it in his mouth: "OK."

    He was probably still growing. After a few steps out of the palace, he was hungry again. He didn't ask Gann and immediately and ate himself.

    Gann he was dejected for a long time before he secretly raised his head and looked at the happy old Yan.

    Yan said vaguely, "what's the matter?"

    Gann and whispered, "don't you ask me again?"

    Year old Yan: "

    After a while, Yan and Gann sat face to face and ate the steamed bread.

    Gann he didn't know whether he was scalded or wronged. His tears were in his eyes and he couldn't clear his way: "... Did you say she was too much? Am I wrong to turn around and leave? I was so sincere to her, she just... Hiss, hot, hot! "

    Yan said, "she is only 16 years old. What can she understand like a child? When you were 16, weren't you still arguing with me half the street because of a dog?"

    It was probably hot sweets. Now he was warm and sweet. He was in a better mood. He thought along with what Yan said and said, "it seems right."

    Seeing that it made sense, Yan mercifully gave the last steamed bread to ganenhe and said, "so, don't be so pretentious, big man. Don't counsellor or run next time you encounter this situation. Just talk to her and run away with tears. What's the reason? You're not ashamed? "

    Gann and ate other people's steamed bread with a soft mouth. It's rare that they didn't refute. They nodded vaguely: "this steamed bread is so hot. Where did you bring it?"

    The old Yan said, "the East Palace brought it. Look at the hot charcoal in the food box."

    Gann and almost choked and couldn't channel: "East Palace? I thought it was from the flower building? "

    Year old Yan: "no, it's a new cook from the prince's kitchen. His craftsmanship is very good. I'll bring you other delicious food next time."

    Gann he swallowed the last mouthful of steamed bread, thought about it and said, "I think something's wrong."

    Year old Yan: "how?"

    Gann he said, "I'm not in a good mood when I come back from the next morning. I wanted to go to the Wanhua building to eat steamed bread and listen to Xiaoqu, but I didn't know until then. The cook who made steamed bread in the Wanhua building didn't know what serious crime he had committed. It is said that he was detained by the government."

    Yan's hand shook.

    "Ah?"

    Gann he thought again and said, "yes, I remember. It seems that he didn't comply with the laws and regulations and committed a great crime, but somehow he took the cook away. Tut, it's really strange. What's the reason why I didn't catch the boss and the cook when I made a mistake in the flower building? I can't even eat steamed bread now. "

    Year old Yan: "

    The author has something to say: Crown Prince: it should be a well-known common sense for the boss to catch the cook when he has made a mistake.

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