daughter in power

Chapter 108
"The emperor and King Xiaoyang are having dinner in the imperial study room at night, and they ordered to eat the small hot pot made by you. You can prepare it quickly."

Aunt Liao seemed even more anxious than Qiqi.

Qiqi blinked, feeling a little flustered.

This is the first time she has completed work since she took office, and the diners are big figures like Emperor Wuwei and King Xiaoyang.

Shuang'er called out: "I'll go get ready." She ran away in a hurry.

If she hadn't been greedy for picking flowers, the two of them might have come back earlier.

Naturally, there is no need to be so busy.

Qiqi groaned and glared at her back, and immediately became busy.

First, he copied the list and gave it to the manager of the imperial study, and asked Zhang Yeting to have a look at the varieties of dishes.

Zhang Yeting has been with Emperor Wuwei for many years, how can he not know the emperor's taste?

Then, I chose some common dishes, and told the maid to wash and choose them, and prepare them for serving.

Sure enough, Zhang Yeting quickly handed over the menu, and Qiqi had already prepared many dishes on it.

This time, it saved a lot of time.

In fact, when the emperor and King Xiaoyang had a meal, they would never just eat a small hot pot.

Therefore, the imperial chefs in the imperial dining room are very busy.

However, since Emperor Wuwei ordered to eat small hot pot, Aunt Liao still attaches great importance to it.

From time to time, people are sent to help Qiqi.

I have been busy until the time of application, and probably everything I need is almost ready.

Qiqi blinked, thinking of King Xiaoyang.

Emperor Wuwei would not order her small hot pot to eat, maybe this dish is the handicraft of Xiaoyang King.

Since I chose the dishes that Emperor Wuwei liked, why did I forget him?
She breathed out, took the list herself, found out where King Xiaoyang was now, and sent the list.

This completely superfluous behavior, she actually felt it should be done.

It seems that it is also her duty to ask customers to order food.

King Xiaoyang was talking with Emperor Wuwei in the imperial study room, and the Imperial Forest Army and Chunshui stood at the door.

She froze, holding the list and dared not go forward.

Without being summoned, a third-class female official is not allowed to enter and leave the imperial study room at will.

It's not that she doesn't understand.

After standing for a while, still hesitating, she suddenly felt a little silly.

All right, why did she come to him?
Since ancient times, when the emperor invites people to dinner, do they still need guests to order?

Who dares!

Her face burned, she dragged the menu and walked quickly, wishing she could find a hole in the ground and get in.

This is a disease that needs to be cured.

Just a few steps away, someone called her from behind.

"stop."

The familiar voice made her tremble, and she walked faster.

"Jiang Qiqi!"

The man's voice was serious and beyond doubt.

She stood still, turned her head with a sullen head, and had no choice but to look over.

The sky was bright, and the early spring sunlight shone on his face, showing a strangely coquettish and handsome look.

Sure enough, seeing him anytime is extremely beautiful.

It is breathtakingly beautiful.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

It is as beautiful as a treasure on the mainland of Kyushu.

She blinked, and her corner of the eye inadvertently glanced at the corners of his red and swollen mouth, and her face immediately burned.

King Xiaoyang smiled, went down the steps, and walked step by step.

They got closer, only three feet apart.

He didn't stop his soap boots, and took another step closer.

When he enters, she retreats.

He goes in again, and she goes back again.

He frowned, reaching out and trying to put his hand on her shoulder.

She flinched hastily and dodged.

He no longer advances, she no longer retreats.

The two stood still, one tall and one short, complementing each other.

He hooked his lips, and his voice was very gentle: "How long have you been standing outside?"

She blinked, did he know?

"I... have to leave beforehand." She didn't stand there for a long time, but how did he know in the imperial study?

Before she had time to think about it, she grabbed the list and was about to run away.

He blocked her way one step at a time, still smiling: "Give the list to me, the king doesn't like anything my father likes to eat."

The words seemed to be a pun, Qiqi looked up and saw his eyes full of meaning.

It's a pity that she couldn't see what kind of eyes it was.

She blinked stupidly, he stretched out his hand and snatched her list, unfolded it and read it carefully.

After reading it, he returned the list to her, and then he said, "The handwriting is so ugly, why didn't you think about practicing it?"

She was startled, and said depressedly: "I'm not a gentleman who writes books, I'm just a cook who cooks."

What is the use of practicing calligraphy?
He nodded: "That's right."

The two no longer struggled with the handwriting problem, and he started to order indifferently: "Mushrooms, fern moss, echinacea, matsutake..."

Same, clear and distinct.

Qiqi looked up in astonishment, but he was serious: "Didn't you hear clearly?"

How can I not hear clearly, it is too clear.

It's a pity that these dishes are all her favorites, so why have they all become his first choice?
Doesn't he love meat?
King Xiaoyang's eyes were light: "Go and prepare, this king specially recommends your craftsmanship to the emperor, you don't want to lose face of this king."

Is it difficult for her to cook, what does it have to do with his face?
The two of them actually have nothing to do with each other at all, okay?

She wanted to yell to draw a clear line, but when she looked up and saw his deep gaze, she had to run away in despair.

After returning to the imperial dining room, Qiqi remembered, as if she had forgotten one most important thing.

How could the handwriting on "Little Grasp Technique" be exactly the same as her handwriting?
Who is the author of that book?
Except for him who can answer these questions, I'm afraid no one can understand them.

As night fell, the meal in the imperial study had just begun.

The emperor's dinner, it's really not covered, there are a total of [-] dishes.

And her small hot pot is just one of them.

Because it is a dish recommended by King Xiaoyang, the small hot pot was placed very close to Emperor Wuwei.

Standing at the entrance of the side hall, Qiqi couldn't help but sharpen her ears when she heard the intermittent conversations in the main hall.

However, nothing can be heard.

In the side hall, there are chefs of all kinds of dishes, and everyone is waiting here, so that it is convenient for Emperor Wuwei to summon him at any time.

Everyone looked familiar, only she was a little nervous.

Someone persuaded her: "This is the first time the chef is like this, don't worry. The emperor will drag you down to beat twenty boards at most, and he won't really chop off your head. The emperor still has to keep you to cook delicious food."

What kind of advice is this?

It is more fatal than not persuading.

Qiqi's face turned dark, and she refused to pay attention to her, secretly looking out the door.

Looking around, I saw an eunuch in Tsing Yi rushing over, and raised his voice: "Where is Jiang Qiqi, the third-class imperial chef, hurry up, the emperor is asking questions."

Qiqi blinked her eyes, she was really afraid of something, so she hurriedly followed.

Behind him, there was a group of people with different expressions, some were envious, some were sighing, no one talked about it.

When we arrived at the main hall, there was a table full of dishes, but we didn't move many chopsticks.

The small hot pot was sitting on the stove, bubbling and steaming.

King Xiaoyang and Emperor Wuwei sat together, silent.

Qiqi was startled, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and said, "The imperial chef Jiang Qiqi will see the emperor, see the king of Xiaoyang."

Emperor Wuwei's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "I heard from Xi'er that the dishes you cook taste very good."

Okay, doesn't he know?
Although she thinks that her small hot pot is delicious, there is nothing in the palace, even the cooks who make hot pot are not less than ten people.

It really doesn't look like she's anything special.

She didn't dare to say much, she just held her head.

Emperor Wuwei smiled: "Xi'er is so big, it's rare to praise someone. He said that your cooking is delicious, so it must be delicious."

Qiqi blinked, lowered her head and said, "Yes."

"I heard that you personally selected this thorn cage flower. Is there anything special about eating this?"

I really can't see that Emperor Wuwei is so curious about food because he is always tired of state affairs.

She raised her head slightly: "My Majesty, you must choose flowers that will not bloom when you make hot pot with thorny cage flowers. If they are in full bloom, the flowers are too old and have tendons when biting. It is too little, and it is not tasty enough. Only the flowers that will not bloom are the most delicious."

Emperor Wuwei nodded with a smile: "I also think that the flowers you chose are very good."

Is this a pass?
Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, still lowering her head.

The hall was quiet, Emperor Wuwei had nothing to ask.

He beckoned the eunuch to pick up vegetables, and the eunuch hurriedly chose a thorn flower in the small hot pot for him.

Emperor Wuwei tasted it and nodded.

King Xiaoyang also picked up a chopstick to stab the caged flower, and said indifferently: "What do you think of Jiang Qiqi?"

Emperor Wuwei said indifferently: "As an imperial chef, it's not bad."

King Xiaoyang smiled slightly: "Thank you, Father."

Qiqi was startled, and hastily bowed her knees to salute: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Emperor Wuwei turned his head and couldn't help laughing: "You are clever." His eyes flicked across her body, and he said calmly: "Get up."

Qiqi stood up and exhaled secretly, this time, she really didn't have to go to the plum garden to be a flower maid again.

The emperor has spoken, and no one can pick on her job as the third-class female official in the imperial dining room.

Anyone who is picky will have trouble with Emperor Wuwei.

Qiqi is not stupid, King Xiaoyang still smiled: "Father thinks she is good, and son minister also thinks she is good."

Emperor Wuwei raised his eyebrows and put down his chopsticks.

Qiqi's eyes flashed, and she hurriedly listened with her ears sideways.

Not to mention that Emperor Wuwei felt that his words had deep meaning, even Qiqi also felt that there was something in his words, it was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Even, the fact that he ordered to eat the small hot pot made by Qiqi may not only be for the purpose of stabilizing her status as the imperial chef.

All the people in the hall listened intently, for fear of missing what King Xiaoyang would say next.

King Xiaoyang smiled faintly: "Jiang Qiqi is the first daughter-in-law of Jiang Maoyou, the magistrate of Linshui County in Lizhou Prefecture."

Many people know about this matter, and Emperor Wuwei is no exception.

King Xiaoyang put down his chopsticks, turned his head to look at Qiqi who was standing respectfully, and said indifferently, "Although the official Jiang Maoyou is small, he is also practical and hardworking. My son saw that the Ministry of Industry still lacks a servant from the seventh rank. , I want to recommend him to my father."

How long did it take for Jiang Maoyou to be dismissed from office?
All of a sudden, he was about to take up his post.

Although the minister of the Ministry of Industry, Wenshu, is a low-level official, but the official is in Liuhuo City, and it is such a popular department.

Are you afraid that you won't be able to be promoted to a formal official in a few years?

Emperor Wuwei's face was pale, he glanced at Qiqi's not-so-beautiful face, and then looked at his smiling face, hesitantly said: "Xi'er is not going to find Feng Qiqi?"

(End of this chapter)