After these words, Yan Ruomeng began her painful journey of learning art.

Based on the observation of Chen Zheng's life, we can conclude that although this person is not very good at cooking, he is very good at teaching others.

In the first two days, Yan Ruomeng only cut potatoes and radishes, which made her think that she might never want to see potatoes or radishes again in her life.

What's even worse is that Chen Zheng was so perverted that he asked her to cut vegetables with a sandbag tied around her, so when she came home every day, her hands felt like they were useless.

"Liangyu, water!" After another day of hard training, Yan Ruomeng stumbled back to his small courtyard.

As soon as the person leaned against the door frame, he fell to the ground without any strength and rolled a few times along with gravity.

Liangyu helped the man up in distress, "Master, why do you torture yourself like this?"

"It's your own fault... you won't survive." Yan Ruomeng's lips were dry and peeling. An uninformed person might think that she was terminally ill.

Liangyu helped Yan Ruomeng walk into the house, and then thoughtfully poured some sugar water to Yan Ruomeng's mouth.

In the past few days, she had become accustomed to it. Every day when her master came back, it was best not to use force on his hands.

I just don't know why, but she had the strength to chop vegetables the next day. Yan Ruomeng was also puzzled by this.

She originally wanted to take the time to ask Chen Zheng, but as soon as she picked up the kitchen knife, she had no chance to speak.

On the fifth day, Yan Ruomeng finally started cutting meat vegetables.

It was another experience of cutting pork that she didn't want to see again.

Yan Ruomeng's abnormal behavior in recent days still attracted the attention of the Crown Princess.

As soon as her little secret guard was dispatched, they obtained Yan Ruomeng's latest information.

"She has been working hard on her knife skills recently and will compete with Chef Pei to test her cooking skills in a month."

When the Crown Princess reported this matter to the Queen Mother, Lu Miao was also there.

Her movements of beating the Queen Mother's back stiffened, and the Queen Mother felt something.

"Oh? The concubine still has the courage to compare with Chef Pei. What does Miss Lu think?"

"It's true that she overestimates her abilities. Chef Pei's cooking skills are already superb. She, an ordinary cook, cannot compare." It's not that Lu Miao has no confidence in Pei Yi.

What she is worried about now is that Pei Yi has not allowed her to add special seasonings to the dishes.

"Don't talk too much. Why don't you tell Chef Pei about this and let him be prepared."

The Queen Mother's words gave Lu Miao an idea. She wanted to use this matter to provoke Pei Yi.

With the help of the Queen Mother, Lu Miao and Pei Yi soon found the place where Yan Ruomeng practiced his sword skills.

This place was the slaughterhouse owned by the Chen family, and the freshly slaughtered and divided pork was thrown in front of Yan Ruomeng.

Yan Ruomeng was stunned when he looked at the tower of pork piled higher than himself in front of him.

Just listen to Chen Zheng's mean voice.

"What are you looking at? If you look at it for a while, you won't be able to finish cutting it today. Come on, do it. Don't think about it and just cut it."

As Yan Ruomeng started to move his hands, Chen Zheng gave instructions from the side, "Hold the knife steadily and strike accurately. Cut it down. What do you call this chopping technique? Don't let me see the adhesions between the pieces of meat.

, otherwise the sandbags will be aggravated.”

Hearing this, Yan Ruomeng's face turned a little pale. How could anyone try so hard to find him a living King of Hell?

From a distance, Pei Yi frowned as he looked at this familiar scene.

Seeing this, Lu Miao persuaded, "You can see, this is the crown prince's concubine trying to win you. If she wins you, with her status, it is more than enough to prevent you from entering the imperial dining room. And your senior brother, you

Do you think he would miss such a good opportunity to hurt you?"

Pei Yi's expression suddenly changed, and Lu Miao's voice sounded bewitching.

"I'm the only one who can help you now. Mix that thing into that person's food so that person can't leave you. It's a guarantee no matter what."

"Impossible, I'm a cook, and I would never do such a thing. I can definitely win against her, and I don't need any medicine." Pei Yi said this and stumbled away.

Lu Miao looked at his back and felt gradually proud. She could see that Pei Yi had been shaken.

After all, in the past, when this person really wanted to refuse, he would not say a word.

Yan Ruomeng returned to the Prince's Mansion after a day of training. As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw Liang Yu's earnest face.

"Master, are you back?"

Yan Ruomeng lowered his hands, without raising his eyes, and said in disgust, "Come and help me take a bath."

As soon as Liangyu got close to Yan Ruomeng, he smelled the combination of blood and fishy smell, "Master, what are you doing?"

"I spent the afternoon cutting pork. I suspect that half of the people in the capital ate the meat I cut today." Yan Ruomeng burst into tears when he talked about this.

She felt so sorry for herself.

Liangyu hesitated to retract her words after hearing these words, and took Yan Ruomeng to take a bath. After Yan Ruomeng came back to life, she spoke in embarrassment.

"Master, several of the snacks in our snack shop have been sold out."

"Didn't I teach you how to do it?" Yan Ruomeng leaned on the recliner and let out a comfortable sigh.

"But I don't know how to make butter. I tried making it with rapeseed oil, but the taste is incomparable to what you make."

Hearing Liangyu's words, Yan Ruomeng sat up in a second, "You said you made it with rapeseed oil?"

"Yes!" Liangyu nodded without knowing why.

"Bring over what you made with rapeseed oil and let me try it." Yan Ruomeng felt that something was about to be connected. This was something she had been wondering about for a long time.

Although Liangyu didn't know what Yan Ruo dreamed of doing, he still obeyed his orders and brought over some baked snacks, including egg tarts.

Yan Ruomeng was the first to bear the brunt of it. He grabbed one and put it in his mouth. Yan Ruomeng was relieved.

"I see!"

"Master, what do you mean, that's what it is?"

Yan Ruomeng put the egg tarts back and explained to Liangyu, "The egg tarts I had at Tianxiang Tower also had a strange smell like yours, but it seems they used butter."

Knowing where he had won, Yan Ruomeng's plan came up, and he waved to Liangyu, "Go to the kitchen, I will teach you how to make butter, and we will do this after we make it."

What Yan Ruomeng wants to do is to disclose the secret recipe of the egg tarts, but not how to make the butter, and then let the pastry shop sell a small amount of butter on his behalf.

Butter is not easy to make, and the price will not be low. In this way, more people will still choose to buy egg tarts. As for those who sell imitation products, in order to be profitable, the price will only be higher than that of dim sum shops, and customers will naturally know that they want to buy egg tarts.

Which company is it selling to?

The next day, Pei Yi stepped into Tianxiang Tower, and the shopkeeper came up to explain the situation in a hurry.

"Chef Pei, none of our milk fruits were sold yesterday."

Pei Yi was tying his apron neatly. When he heard the shopkeeper's words, he stopped and asked, "What happened?"

"I heard that Tiantianmi Dessert Shop disclosed the recipe for this snack, and also said what kind of butter should be used to make this dish. They sell butter now, but the price of this butter is ridiculously high. If we continue to make it, we will not make any profit.

Already."

The shopkeeper became more and more guilty as he spoke.

While Pei Yi was thinking, a hard object came from the door.
Chapter completed!