Ling Ziliang asked with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, my hands were slippery for a moment. What is this? It tastes very good. Don't be anxious. You can just make a plate."

The chef raised his head and looked at Ling Ziliang fiercely. He was originally going to question him fiercely, but when he saw Meng Xian behind him staring at him with burning eyes, he became a little discouraged and looked at the pot of honey jujube cake on the ground with distress: "This is honey jujube cake. It is to be sent to Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess. There is no honey, so it cannot be made."

Ling Ziliang waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, just make something else and send it to me."

The chef sighed deeply: "It would be great if it could be like this."

Ling Ziliang looked at him doubtfully: "What's the explanation?"

"Alas~ Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess has been picky about food since she was a child and refused to eat. I still remember that time when Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess refused to eat anything, so Her Majesty the Empress issued an imperial edict and asked us in the Imperial Kitchen to do everything we can to make the food that Her Royal Highness can. If we don't have anything to eat, we will all be beheaded, so we researched day and night, until one day we finally discovered honey jujube cake, and the eldest princess also liked it very much."

The chef was excited as if he was telling history: "From then on, Her Royal Highness, the Princess, must eat every meal. She won't be able to do without even one meal."

Ling Ziliang's first reaction was that he had gotten into trouble again. If his elder brother knew that his daughter refused to eat tonight because he ate snacks and accidentally knocked the whole plate of snacks to the ground, then he would really do it. I was beaten hard by my eldest brother, and he was also forbidden to approach my little niece. Thinking about my eldest brother's terrifying expression, I felt really scared.

Ling Ziliang pulled Meng Xian's sleeve and shook it: "Meng Xian, I will definitely be beaten by big brother this time."

Meng Xian patted Ling Ziliang on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, it won't happen."

Ling Ziliang immediately stared at Meng Xian with reflective eyes: "Are you paying attention?"

Meng Xian looked at Ling Ziliang who looked bitter and resentful, and then looked at the chef who was about to cry. He reached into his sleeves and took out a long porcelain bottle and handed it to the chef: "This is me. You can take out the honey collected in the morning and use it first."

The chef took the porcelain bottle, opened the stopper and smelled it, then licked it on his hand when it reached a certain point, and was startled: "It's the best wild honey." But he soon frowned: "It's good honey, but it's not enough. Use it."

Meng Xian thought for a while and continued: "I think the eldest princess is only a one-year-old child. She doesn't have much appetite after dinner, so three or four pieces of this should be enough. You just use the excuse that there is not enough honey today." ."

——Little Baozi: "You understand me very well."

The chef happily took the honey and hurriedly made snacks. Ling Ziliang extended his thumb to Meng Xian, and then took the opportunity to visit the imperial dining room of the Southern Jin Dynasty. The imperial dining room was not very big, but it was quite spectacular. The impression of outsiders The imperial dining room should be a messy place, but here, it is not only tidy but also clean, with every vegetable and every knife placed neatly.

In the past, the place for cutting vegetables, the place for cooking, and the place for washing vegetables were carefully divided and would never interfere with each other.
Chapter completed!