Hua Mian picked up the wooden spoon beside him and shook it in the soup basin. A thick layer of white and yellow oil spread out. 'It's not fat enough? This sheep is fat, okay?

I felt a complaint in my heart and served a bowl of soup to my mouth and tried to take a sip. It tasted good as I thought, but the taste was too greasy for those of them who lived in the south. I praised her for taking into account the mood of the diners and adjusting the taste of the dishes according to the personal situation of the diners. As a result, I told her that when I was eating roasted lamb rice, I added those flavored seasonings to the tastes of the people in the south. She just remembered what she said at the time, and was completely unaware that the Beilin dishes that I had never mentioned could also be adjusted in this way.

Huamian doesn’t hate mutton soup. It would be a happy thing if it was a bowl of soup like this on winter days and a pancake. But now the late autumn has not arrived yet and the weather is still a little hot, so it would be too much to start drinking mutton soup.

Xilin looked at Huamian with anticipation and was waiting for her to give her praise after tasting it. Huamian expressed her thoughts about mutton soup. She was not worried that Xilin would feel impatient or something. Xilin is very interesting. As long as it is something helpful to cooking, she will never talk back even if she scolds her, and will even record the content of her words.

After eating a meal, Hua Mian remembered that Xilin would prepare meals recently and asked her to discuss the recipe. Even if she was not worried, she had to consider whether the Eleventh Prince's body could withstand these great ingredients.

In the next few days, Huamian lived a life of rice insects that she had dreamed of for a long time. This kind of life that she ate after sleeping and slept was the most she was just going to the imperial kitchen to see the ingredients and went to the temple to discuss recipes with the national teacher. In Huamian, who had worked overtime to almost collapse, she was the retirement life she yearned for.

I thought I could only get leisure after retirement, but I didn’t expect that I would pass in advance after traveling through time, so I didn’t have to worry about food and drink.

In terms of recipes, I thought that since the national teacher had designated himself to perform in front of the gods, he would definitely make a bunch of unsuccessful requests. As a result, the only requirement for the national teacher was that the recipes prepared for the performance must use the ingredients in the temple, and it cannot be made of the same dishes as those at the final trial.

Seeing him say these words seriously with a pretty face like a girl, Hua Mian smiled and agreed: "What's the difficulty? Not to mention a few dishes, I can make them for you even dozens or hundreds of dishes."

After getting Huamian's promise, the national master did not restrict her from walking in the temple. However, the underground space where she would perform in front of the gods was finally unable to let Huamian walk in and take a look. Thinking that the underground area that the guide priest once said had not been down to see most of the ordinary priests in the temple, Huamian felt much more balanced.

"Quan Xia, Concubine Jing sent me to inform you that Miss Yu will enter the palace in the afternoon to discuss your clothes and accessories when you are performing in front of the gods. Please come with you at that time."

Huamian received a message from Xue Qing as soon as she opened the room in the morning. Well, this news can barely be called good news. After all, for example, the last time I saw Sikong Yu, I had been watching it for more than half a year.

"By the way, the empress also said that someone who surprises you will come together."
Chapter completed!