Zhu Yiliu returned to Cining Palace. As soon as he entered the side hall, he was surrounded by Fu Dahai and Yang Kang.

Fu Dahai reported with a smile: "Prince Lu, the imperial chef that Master Lu has given to you has arrived."

“Where is it?”

There must be a private chef. Not to mention in ancient times, but in modern times, Zhu Yiliu of the previous life wanted to spend money to hire one.

Life is short for decades, so why shouldn’t you pay attention to eating more?

I have a private kitchen, and I can make you make whatever I want. It is clean and affordable, and I eat happily and well, so much fun!

From Fu Dahai, a chubby short squid walked out from behind Yang Kang, with a big head and a thick neck, and a height of only 1.6 meters. His eyes were almost dull like a dead fish.

But what was so angry that the guy didn't know how to laugh, and walked to Zhu Yiliu and cried with a sad face, as if he owed him millions of dollars.

My day!

Looking at that kindness, Zhu Yili couldn't help but complain in his heart: What's Brother Wanli's vision? He actually picked such a chef...

Except for his big head and thick neck, he looks like a kid, he really doesn't know anything else.

I was drunk too!

Zhu Yili seemed to understand why Fu Dahai and Yang Kang smiled so happily: Isn’t this a short and ugly guy here? Finally there is a cushion.

Look at how they are showing off!

Zhu Yili looked at the new chef and scolded, "You can't laugh or say anything? Are you a mute?"

"Lu, Lu, Prince Lu is so good! The young ones have, yes, and stutter."

Damn it!

He is short and ugly, can't laugh, and he has the problem of stuttering... Wanli Old Man, are you deliberately disgusting?

Zhu Yili was speechless, but fortunately he was familiar with the saying: If the world closes a door, it will definitely open a window for you.

If you look like that, you can still be an imperial chef in the palace. You should have some special skills.

Seeing Zhu Yili's frown, Fu Dahai and Yang Kang, who were standing next to him, smiled even happier.

Zhu Yili Liguang swept over and said, "Why are you two laughing?"

The two guys stopped immediately. But the two of them could see that they tried their best to endure it.

"Just laugh if you want to laugh." Zhu Yili scolded angrily, "I look like that, don't talk about you, I want to laugh. Don't you guys go through layers of selection for the chefs who enter the palace? Don't you have to look at your appearance?"

"Ha ha……"

"Ha ha……"

Fu Dahai and Yang Kang smiled so hard that they leaned back and forth, as if they had won five million.

You can spit out a single mouthful of saliva!

"Damn it, shut up!"

Zhu Yili shouted again, then threw out a sentence: "No matter how ugly he looks, he still has eggs. Do you have one?"

Imperial chef is a normal person, and you don’t need to purify yourself when you enter the palace.

The smiles on Fu Dahai and Yang Kang's faces froze instantly. Prince Lu attacked him personally!

Zhu Yili turned his attention to the imperial chef who really influenced his vision. He thought that he looked anxious enough, but he couldn't ruin his family.

You must respect the cook in any era, otherwise he will have a hundred ways to treat you.

If you poison the food, add some laxatives, or urinate or spit in the food, you may be able to spit...

"What's your name?" Zhu Yiliu calmed down and asked.

"Lu, Lu Wang, Master, the little one is called Bai Xiaopang. He is a slap, a slap, an slap, an slap, an slap, an slap, an slap, an slap, an slap, and an admission in the imperial kitchen."

"Bai Xiaopang, this name is OK." Zhu Yiliu smacked his lips, "Xiaopang, Xiaopang, well, it's quite easy to say. It sounds much better than the name Dahai or what's better."

Bai Xiaopang nodded slightly, but his eyes seemed dull and he still didn't smile.

Fu Dahai and Yang Kang muttered in their hearts after hearing this, what level of appreciation does Prince Lu admire?

"You've been selected in an extraordinary way, so your cooking skills should be very superb, right?"

"General." Bai Xiaopang replied modestly.

"Why did the emperor choose you?"

"The young one is Yang, from Yangzhou, who is good at stir-frying, and... "

"Okay, OK, I heard that you are having a lot of effort. You should talk less and do more, otherwise I will stutter. Go and give me some fried egg noodles. What is missing for Su Su to go to the main hall to get it."

Bai Xiaopang went away with a reply.

Fu Dahai whispered: "Prince Lu, I can make fried rice with eggs. What level can I test?"

Zhu Yili rolled his eyes: "You know nothing? The simpler the meal, the more you can test your cooking skills."

Fu Dahai was speechless and felt that he was greatly despised. In Prince Lu's mind, why was it worse than an ugly little chef? Is it because he lacked something on his body?

Soon, Bai Xiaopang brought a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

Perhaps because the egg fried rice had not yet been formed at this time, it was hard to say what the fried rice was called egg fried rice.

Anyway, it looks extremely simple. Apart from rice and eggs, only chopped green onions are added, which is the most common fried rice with eggs.

But shiny and crystal clear.

Fu Dahai and Yang Kang began to murmur in their hearts: It’s just that they have a long memory this time and dare not say it out.

Li Tie picked up the spoon, tasted it, stopped, smacked his lips, and pondered without saying a word.

Then, he tasted two more.

Then, Yang Kang waved to Fu Dahai and said, "Come on, you will eat one bite by one, don't waste it."

Fu Dahai and Yang Kang both thought that Prince Lu had eaten three bites, which would definitely be terrible, so they both had leftovers.

Despite the resistance, he did not dare to show it. He could only extend his hand and hold his job obediently.

Fu Dahai took action first, afraid that it would be unpalatable, so he took a small bite. But as soon as he stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, his eyes suddenly lit up.

I was afraid that I would not taste it correctly, so I was about to have another spoon, but the spoon had been snatched away by Yang Kang.

Yang Kang was less sensible and brought a large spoonful of egg rice. Before he could swallow it, he muttered, "It smells so good!"

Then, you spoonful, I spoonful, you fight for it, and eat a bowl of fried rice with eggs...

"Is there any more? Is there any more?"

"It's so fragrant! It's soft and chewy. How did this fry?"

"Looking like a fairy! Bai Xiaopang, let me teach you."

“…”

Two people like fart sperm, asked non-stop around Bai Xiaopang.

Zhu Yili shouted, "Get out, Xiaopang is my king's chef, what do you want to do?"

Fu Dahai and Yang Kang immediately became honest.

Zhu Yiliu was a little proud: "You know the importance of a chef now, right?"

"It's true that the thermos is hung at high altitude and it's level." Fu Dahai praised sincerely.

"Little fat, you have good skills!"

Zhu Yili praised Bai Xiaopang's cooking skills and gave some suggestions.

For egg fried rice, you can add diced chicken, mushrooms, pork, cucumber, carrots, shrimp, chicken gizzard and other auxiliary ingredients, which will make the taste more fragrant.

Moreover, it is best to stir-fry egg fried rice with leftover rice.

Bai Xiaopang wrote it carefully, but was afraid of forgetting, so he wrote it with paper and pen. He tried not to speak.

This is pretty good.

In the evening, Zhou Zuo, the manager of the Qianqing Palace, came over to ask if he was satisfied with the imperial chef?

Zhu Yiliu said: "Bai Xiaopang's cooking skills are beyond words, but he looks too ugly."

Zhou Zuo smiled like this and said, "That was intentional by Master Long. After all, the chefs in the imperial kitchen were not like us who had been stabbed. They could not walk around the palace casually. We took away the prepared food. They looked so beautiful. Master Long was not at ease."

"Oh, so that's it. The emperor's brother is considerate!" Zhu Yiliu gave a few compliments.

Zhou Zuo smiled again and said, "Prince Lu, Long Live, please ask me when will the mahjong and playing cards be made? Do you still need help or money?"

Damn it!

This old man from Wanli is so anxious? How boring he is!

It turns out that the purpose of sending Zhou Zuo over was not to ask Bai Xiaopang, but to ask mahjong and playing cards?

Zhang Juzheng was so ill that he couldn't get up and couldn't get into bed, and Empress Dowager Li was so anxious that she couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep well. He actually thought about entertainment...
Chapter completed!