"Niangniang, this fire is too hot."

As soon as he finished speaking, black smoke billowed from the cage, causing Situ's eyes to hurt.

Finally, the flames were extinguished a little bit, and when opened the cage, saw that the good guy was about to become charcoal.

Seeing Shang Mingwei's encouraging look, Si Tu became more and more frustrated, and then started to fiddle again, adding some sugar.

This time it was more successful than last time, at least the pastry can be formed!

Putting it on the cage again, Si Tu clasped his hands together and recited a few words.

"My lady, what are you doing?"

Seeing her pious expression, Mingwei asked curiously.

"Of course, let the old man of Kitchen God grow his eyes, so don't burn all the pots."

With a puff, everyone in the imperial dining room couldn't help laughing.

The queen is too cute.

"What are you laughing at, I'm serious."

Mingwei couldn't help laughing, and nodded again and again,

"Yes, yes, Niangniang is the most serious."

It was the first time she saw someone cook a fire, and she would go to worship the kitchen god.

"Slave, let's make a fire for the empress."

If Situ is allowed to continue to burn, I am afraid that the entire imperial kitchen will suffer in a while.

"You still do this."

Si Tu was full of admiration.

Since she just finished burning the fire, she has full admiration for these people who can make fire.

"The slaves will have a lot more, and the empress can discover them one by one in the future."

Mingwei blinked at her, a faint smile on her face.

Anyway, it's going to be a long time in Japan, and she is going to stay by her mother's side for the rest of her life.

later? Situ felt that this word was a bit long-term.

But facing Mingwei's twinkling eyes, Si Tu couldn't say anything to refuse, and nodded lightly.

Standing by the stove, watching the steam gushing out of the cage, Situ still had an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

The fire is made by Mingwei, and the chef will knead the dough for you later.

The host has a hell of a sense of accomplishment.

If I don't beat you for three days, I don't know what my name is, right?

Everyday to fight to brush the sense of existence, do you really think that you can do whatever you want without an entity?

"The pastry can be baked."

The royal chef estimated the time and reminded Si Tu to lift the pot.

The steaming steam blocked her vision, but the smell of rice mixed with the aroma of chrysanthemum should be good.

When the fog cleared, Si Tu lowered his head and looked intently, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Obviously she did it according to the royal chef's method, how did she end up like this after she was out of the pot?

It was soft and sticky, and it didn't even have a shape.

Don't say it's a cake, say it's a lump of purple glutinous rice, Situ believes it.

The system's ruthless laughter came from his mind.

It seems that the host from home is a good hand in fighting, cooking or something, it is too stretched.

What are you laughing at, how can you make such a unique cake?

Looking at the lump on the drawer, Situ couldn't see it.

"How about, Niangniang do it again?"

Mingwei asked tentatively.

She can't beat her mother-in-law's enthusiasm for cooking.

Looking at the few purple chrysanthemum petals left, Si Tu gave up the idea of ​​doing it again, and broke the jar and said,

"That's it, if you like it or not."

After bringing out the cake, Situ poured a layer of honey again.

Although it can't be seen that it is a pastry, at least it is sweet!

"Go, send it to Shen Si while it's hot."

She can't give this kind of birthday gift, so let's give him some gold and silver utensils tomorrow.

Mingwei: Ah, are you sure you won't save it again?

But since Si Tu has spoken, the group can only accompany them to the Golden Palace.

Above the main hall, Shen Si raised his head from the pile of memorials, his sword brows furrowed.

"You said that the entire Shengjing did not find a person named Chi Yuan?"

Cheng Xiang was also quite puzzled. Even in the suburbs, he searched all over, but couldn't find it.

"This person should not be from Shengjing, or should he expand the scope of his subordinates?"

Shen Si waved his hand, and now that the person who knew his identity was by his side, why didn't he ask her.

"Yeah, there's one more thing."

Cheng Xiang recalled that when he passed by the Imperial Garden, the blooming purple chrysanthemum was bald and only the stamens remained.

Shen Si raised his eyes and motioned for him to continue speaking.

"Your Majesty loves purple chrysanthemum, why did you shovel all the pieces of the imperial garden?"

If it wasn't for Shen Si's personal instigation, I'm afraid no one in this palace would dare to touch this purple chrysanthemum.

"Shovel, when did I give this order?"

Shen Si only felt that his blood pressure was soaring. Those pots of purple chrysanthemum were carefully cultivated by gardeners, and it took decades to support these plants.

He was still waiting for the birthday banquet to watch with A Tu.

"Your Majesty is so angry."

Da Lao Yuan Situ heard the roar of the Golden Palace and the sound of the table clapping.

It can be seen that Shen Si is not very angry this time.

Hiss, who in this world can be so mad at him.

Si Tu expressed curiosity, but she still cherished her life.

"Forget it, let's come back later."

But don't bring disaster to Chi Yu, she can't stand Shen Si pinching her again.

She was afraid that she could not help but want to chop off his wrist.

Shen Si Xingxingyan: The lady is mighty! love love.

Cheng Xiang and Ming Wei covered their faces one after another and said they didn't see it.

"Master calm down, can you hear the voice of the Empress?"

It's rare for Si Tu to come to the Golden Palace, so why don't the master quickly seize the opportunity to catch up?

Cheng Xiang, who helped his master chase his daughter-in-law, said he was very tired.

But before Cheng Xiang could react, he only felt a dark shadow flashing in front of him. .

When he returned to his senses again, his master had already stood at the door of the Golden Palace.

"A Tu, why are you free to see me?"

Shen Si raised her eyebrows lightly, took her hand and dragged her into the hall.

The lady finally came to see him once, but this opportunity to cultivate feelings cannot be wasted in vain.

"Then what, I'll come to give you something to eat, and I'll leave when I'm done, you're busy."

Si Tu wanted to hand the food box to Shen Si, but Cheng Xiang took it over and put it on the imperial table.

"Your Majesty is not busy, it's the Empress's business that is more important."

Cheng Xiang walked halfway, and found that Ming Wei was still laying on the pestle carelessly, and packed the person directly away.

For a while, only Si Tu and Shen Si were left in the Golden Palace.

Looking at his thick dark circles, Situ rolled his eyes indecently, and said in a bad manner,

"In the future, Your Majesty should stop crawling on the bed, you will be punished."

It was because the dragon bed was not fragrant, or the Jinluan Palace was uncomfortable, so she had to run to her bedroom.

Touching the tip of his nose embarrassingly, Shen Si coughed tactically and changed the subject.

"Did Ah Tu bring a plate of cakes? It smells pretty good."

Shen Si opened the food box, looked at a lump of purple rice cake-like things, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly,

"Don't those people in the imperial kitchen can't even make a plate of cakes now?"

Although it smelled the aroma of chrysanthemums, the appearance was really ugly.

In addition, a layer of honey was drenched on top, and Shen Si lost his appetite even more.

"I did it."

Si Tu folded his arms and looked at him quietly.

What's the matter, although the appearance is not good, it can be eaten anyway.