"Do it, wait here!"

Hua Mian pulled back her hand, and at the same time snatched the plate from the third prince. She got up and bent her knees casually. She treated it as a salute, turned around and left.

Yuan Kongming took a few steps back and sat back next to Ziyuan, picked up the wine glass on the table and played with it in his hand, turned his head and said to Ziyuan, "You little sister has a very big temper and looks like a powerful person."

"The third prince was joking. She was just a chef, so there was no special thing. If she was said to be powerful, her cooking skills were indeed beyond the reach of others."

Yuan Kongming shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not just cooking skills."

The banquet was held again, and the flowers were busy cooking for the guests. Lord Tong described the deliciousness of fresh soft fish to his colleagues. He heard that several people swallowed unconsciously, which made him never look straight to other countries.

The person who looked at him was so generous with praise, which shows that it was really delicious.

Eating the shrimp cakes on the plate, Yuan Kongming felt that the dishes made by Huamian were a bit intimate. He had not informed Yilan Tower of people from Dongliu before coming, but the chef brought them out.

The dishes are inexplicably similar to Dongliu's style.

It was seen that the third prince was a little absent-minded about the dishes. Ziyuan said while clothing the dishes, "Listen to the host, this sister used to be near the inn, and there were many caravans. She liked to do these things, so she learned from the chefs in the caravan.

Many recipes from various countries”

"If I'm not wrong, do these dishes at the banquet today have the flavors that look like the third prince's hometown?"

Yuan Kongming's chopsticks were knocking on the wine pot one after another, "Since I was sent here at the age of nine, I have never eaten the taste of my hometown again. The things she made are neither similar, and the ingredients themselves

The treatment method is no different from that of our country, but in terms of seasoning and cooking techniques, it is much more clever than the chefs in our country. It seems that she must have a good teacher to teach her."

After another incense stick, Hua Mian returned to the vineyard, holding a large bamboo plate in her hand, with a piece of white paper in the plate, and was piled with strings of golden food.

Put the bamboo plate on the banquet table, "According to your needs, this is called fried skewers, which are made of soft fish and other side dishes, wrapped in egg liquid and rice noodles, and then fried with clean cauliflower oil. Please

Eat the sweet and sour sauce or sesame salt in these two small dishes.”

"How do you want to eat this?" Mr. Zhu, who had his face full of "want to eat" since the fried skewers were served on the table, immediately asked a question.

"Like this way," Hua Mian gestured for something, "No need to use chopsticks, just hold the end of the bamboo sticks fried with your hands, and then dip the seasoning you want to eat in a small plate."

"The two dishes of dipping sauce are sweet and sour sauce mixed with vinegar, honey and juice, and sesame salt mixed with fried sesame seeds and then mixed with salt."

The fried skewers on the dish exuded an attractive aroma, and even the others were attracted by the dish.

Seeing Lord Zhu's expression as if he was about to rush to the table to smell it, Yuan Kongming felt a little funny, "Mr. Zhu, please."

Hearing the voice of the third prince, Master Zhu realized his incompetence. He tried hard to sit up straight, swallowed his saliva back into his stomach, and tried his best to maintain a normal tone, "The third prince, please, the official dare not cross it."

Looking at the other party's expression that he wanted to eat but couldn't eat, Yuan Kongming was amused. He no longer pushed him. He reached out to pick up a string of fried skewers, trying to see what kind of seafood he was holding in his hand.
Chapter completed!