Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 579
Once the little pickles she made were fried, they would be fragrant for three miles. The once greedy Tang Hao stretched his neck to look inside the gate of Prince Xiang's Mansion.

His taste is the same as Tang Huang's. He is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas. If he gets tired of eating, he eats too much. No matter how good his appetite is, he will have to eat it all up.

Sometimes, he just wants to drink some soft millet porridge, or make a light dish.But every time he had a meal, the women in the mansion tried their best to please him by eating in different ways.

Each person does two dishes, and the addition is incredible!
Looking at the table full of dishes every day, he holds up his chopsticks, but he can't know what to eat.

Eat nothing, or eat it all.

Sometimes in order to balance the relationship between each woman, he could only pinch a little of each, but in the end, he was so full that he almost vomited.

After that, as long as he saw the table full of dishes, he would feel sick to his stomach.

Soon, the familiar smell of pickled vegetables wafted from the kitchen of Prince Xiang's Mansion.

Mu Xiang likes to fry the pickles with vegetable oil first, and then fry them for a while, and then use them to make buns, so that the stuffing will be more fragrant.

As for porridge, it is even simpler. Put the ingredients into the pot in a certain order. Of course, the glutinous rice must be soaked before putting it in. After it boils, put other ingredients.

A total of three pots of steamed buns were steamed, each of which was the size of a palm, not so stupid looking, but a little more delicate.

I also pinched the design and color, and it looks no different from the ones sold outside.

The servants in the mansion have lunch, and it is their turn to wait until the masters have used up and cleaned up.

But in Prince Xiang's Mansion, Mu Xiang changed the rules, everyone eats what they eat, they finish eating earlier, and they can clean up the dishes earlier.

So, when she called for dinner, Da Fei and Xiao Wu rushed in one after the other.

Da Fei was busy serving his own, while Xiao Wu was busy getting the bowls and chopsticks and putting them in the front hall.

Soon, Magpie and Cao'er also came. Like Xiao Wu, they both respect the principle of following the master's first use, unlike Da Fei.

Mu Xiang didn't say anything about Cao'er, but every morning, Mu Yuelan appeared in her room.This matter alone scares Cao'er enough.The things Mu Yuelan gave her were also considered by her to be unknown, so she found a ditch and threw them away at will.

When He Liancheng got off his horse and entered the mansion, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Turning around, he saw Tang Hao standing on the steps in front of the outpatient clinic of the Prince's Mansion, waving a fan in his hand, thinking about something.

He Liancheng didn't intend to pay attention to him, and turned his head to enter the mansion.

"Prince Xiang, please wait a moment, this king has something to say," he didn't want to talk to him, but Tang Hao had something to say to him.

"What's the matter with the prince?" He Liancheng asked indifferently without turning his head.

"Uh... I just want to ask, which cook is hired by your mansion. The cook in my mansion has returned to my hometown recently, and there is a shortage of cooks. Can I borrow your cook for a few days?"

He hesitated when he said it, and the meaning of the words could not be more obvious: please invite him to the house for dinner!Hurry up!
It's a pity that he forgot that the person he met was He Liancheng.

"The cook in my mansion is my wife. There are so many women in the Prince's mansion, don't you worry about no one cooking for you?" He Liancheng sneered, walked away.

The folding fan in Tang Hao's hand snapped shut.It was too much to not invite him to dinner.

But what did he just say?The cook is his wife?Is it that vicious woman?

No way!The last time he and the emperor went to Prince Xiang's mansion for dinner, when he heard that she was the cook, he thought she was just like the other women in his mansion, cooking only when she was interested or wanted to show off.

A woman like her said that she fought, Thaksin believed.

Said that she quarreled with others, occupied and made trouble, Thaksin believed.

It can be said that she likes to cook, often, every day, he doesn't believe it.

Tang Hao frowned, and waved behind him, "Come here, send someone to the Prince Xiang's Mansion to inquire about it, I don't care if you buy it, cheat it, or steal it, in short, bring a few buns back, my lord To see for yourself."

He spoke very seriously, and the boy was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he was going to do something important.

"Your Highness, Wang Momo, the back cook of our mansion, has some kind of friendship with Chen Ma, the opposite door. From the perspective of the slave, it is better to let her go, and say that she is going to escape the door. Is that okay?"

"That's fine, but you can't tell her that the king asked her to go, so you just say that you are curious about the door, do you understand?"

"Yes, little one understands!"

After a while, the servant led a fat nanny and came out from the side door of the Prince's Mansion.

After explaining to her, he gave her another five coins.

People who don't know, seeing the seriousness on their faces, think they are going to do something big!

Nanny Wang was carrying the basket and carrying the silver that the servant gave her.

After walking out of the Prince's Mansion not far away, I thought that Mama Chen and the others seemed to be looking at the shop and making cakes in the past few days.

I don't know where they are now.In order not to miss out, she still decided to go to the store to have a look.

From afar, I saw a long queue outside the cake shop.

There are many half-grown children, as well as servants and maidservants. They should all come to buy cakes for their masters.

Not only that, but there were also two sour scholars standing outside the cake shop, chanting words to the notice posted on the wall.

Mother Wang couldn't read, so she walked over and listened to their reading.

"Announcement; this store accepts reservations for cakes, birthday cakes, birthday cakes, and wedding cakes. Each type of cake has different prices depending on the size. Each type has three colors. Those who accept the order must pay a [-]% deposit, three days in advance Reservations accepted!"

One of the thin scholars may be a little stupid, after reading this passage, he was confused.

"What does this mean? Why is there still an order to buy a pastry? What is that color?"

The scholar standing beside him looked at him contemptuously, and explained in a sharp tone: "Don't you even understand this? Isn't it the same as custom-made clothes? After choosing the color, material, and measuring the size, I will hand in some more." Deposit, when it’s done, come and get it!”

(End of this chapter)