Concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion: The princess is not to be messed with

Chapter 296

Hong Ling took the steamed bun wrapped in oiled paper and entered the gate of the courtyard. As soon as Nalan Jiuge smelled the steamed stuffed bun, he rushed to greet her.

"But I'm back, I'm starving to death." Nalan Jiuge took the oil paper from Hong Ling's hand, picked up a bun and started eating.Dinner was late today, and Nalan Jiuge was already hungry.So as soon as he smelled the steamed stuffed bun, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Young Master Nalan, the young lady and the young master haven't eaten the steamed stuffed bun yet! Why did you eat it first?" Even if he was hungry, he couldn't eat it first!

"What's the matter?" Nalan Jiuge didn't take it seriously, and walked towards the flower hall with the oiled paper bag in his arms.Then Mo Qingyan and Nangong Yushu, two little fellows, are hungry and waiting for food after practicing their kung fu!

Hearing Hong Ling's voice, Mo Qingling walked out of the kitchen, wiped her hands and looked at Hong Ling in the yard and asked, "How is things going?"

Seeing her master coming out of the kitchen, Hong Ling was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "It's already done. When I came back, the common people on the street said it was done!"

"That's good. I cooked green vegetable porridge. You wash the bowl and get ready to eat!" Mo Qingling said, took off her apron, walked over and handed it to Hong Ling.

Hong Ling didn't react for a while, she heard it right!The young lady said that she cooked porridge with green vegetables. She is a majestic lady of Xiangfu, how can she cook porridge by herself!It's all her fault that she came back late, and the young lady went into the kitchen by herself.

Hong Ling just wanted to apologize, but she saw Mo Qingling put down her apron and walked towards the flower hall.Hong Ling blamed herself a little, and walked into the kitchen sullenly with her apron in hand.

Already in the kitchen, untied the casserole on the stove, and a scent came over my face.I saw the white and green vegetable porridge in the pot. The green vegetables looked very fresh, and the cooked rice looked very delicious.Just looking at the appearance makes Hong Ling feel ashamed. She also knows how to cook, but she can't make such porridge.I just don't know, how does the vegetable porridge made by this lady taste?Hong Ling bit her lip, seeing no one around, took a small spoon to scoop up some porridge, blew it and put it into her mouth.

The unique aroma of green vegetables spread in her mouth, and the soft glutinous rice grains also melted in her mouth.Although there is only a slight taste of salt, it is very delicious.I didn't expect this young lady's cooking to be so good.

Hong Ling put the lid in her hand aside, washed six bowls, first filled four bowls of porridge, and brought them into the flower hall for the ladies and young masters to eat with buns.Going back to the kitchen, she filled two bowls and brought them into the room where she and Shuangxue lived, and they ate together.

Shuangxue took a sip of the porridge, then looked at Hong Ling and asked, "Miss made today's porridge, right?"

Hong Ling froze for a moment, looked at Shuang Xue in surprise and asked, "How do you know?"

You know, she didn't tell Shuangxue when she went out.How did she know that the porridge was not made by her, but by the young lady?
Shuangxue looked like I knew it, and smiled and said: "Only the young lady can see this green vegetable porridge, which is so delicious. Others can't make this taste. By the way, why didn't you do it today?" breakfast?"

Hong Ling nodded, thinking that was the case, and she had never eaten such delicious vegetable porridge.It's no wonder that as soon as Shuangxue ate it, he could tell that the vegetable porridge was made by the young lady.

"When I got up in the morning, the lady asked me to go out to do errands."

"What are you doing?"

Hong Ling thought about this, and told Shuangxue that it didn't matter, and said, "Miss told me that there were thieves in Missy's yard last night, and she asked me to tell the beggars on the street about it."

(End of this chapter)