Along the way, Mo Ranran was talking about Sima Yi’s fault. Sima Yi went from his initial defense to unconditional admitting his mistake. This attitude made Mo Ranran very satisfied. He couldn’t help but praise Sima Yi and said, “Yi, you are really me.
The best man I've ever met."
"Ranran, why did you say that suddenly?" Sima Yi looked at Mo Ranran in surprise, as if it was so terrible that it was said from her mouth.
"Why, I praised you, are you still unhappy?" Mo Ranran raised her eyebrows and looked at Sima Yi with a smile.
Sima Yi quickly shook his head and said, "No, I'm very happy, really happy. When Ranran waits for me to go back, I..."
"I want to eat the chicken stewed mushrooms and braised pork ribs from the east of the city." Mo Ranran suddenly interrupted Sima Yi's words, and Sima Yi immediately promised that Mo Ranran would definitely taste these delicacies.
Mo Ranran waved his hand and said, "What I want to eat is not their craftsmanship, but your craftsmanship. Yi, when you go back, you can make these delicious food for me, okay?"
Sima Yi looked at Mo Ranran in a daze. It was not that he was unwilling to make these things, but he was not good at it. If Mo Ranran asked him to buy her some good rouge and some good clothes, he would definitely not have any eyebrows.
If you wrinkle, you agree. But now Mo Ranran asks him to cook for her, it’s really a bit difficult.
Mo Ranran looked at Sima Yi intently, as if he had expected that he would not do it for him. When he came into contact with Mo Ranran's suspicious gaze, Sima Yi thought about the suffering Mo Ranran had suffered for him and nodded ruthlessly and agreed.
Mo Ranran canceled him and said that if he really couldn't do it, it would be fine. But Sima Yi insisted on the decision he made and mysteriously asked Mo Ranran to wait for his surprise. Mo Ranran leaned on the carriage, with his hands on his head,
He said with a smile: "Yi, I am looking forward to your surprise. What I want is surprise, not shock. Yi, you must grasp the rhythm."
"Ahem, I'm your husband. Don't you believe me?" Sima Yiqiang said with a pretense of confidence.
Seeing Sima Yi so confident, Mo Ranran wondered if he was thinking about him, and said he had made it by himself with the dishes made by others. So Mo Ranran became more cautious and suggested watching Sima Yi make it.
Yi did not refuse, and agreed generously.
Mo Ranran saw Sima Yi so indifferent, she was thinking whether he could make these two dishes she said, so the embarrassment just now was fake.
Mo Ranran did not ask these questions directly, and you will know when you go home and take a look at them yourself.
Fortunately, there are people accompanying me along the way. No matter how long I walk, I will not feel tired or how long the time is. Mo Ranran just feels that the prince’s mansion has arrived just a while later.
When he arrived at the Prince's Mansion, Sima Yi first asked Sheng Guang to go to the restaurant in the east of the city to invite the chef who made chicken stewed mushrooms and braised pork ribs. When Mo Ranran heard the news, she couldn't help laughing. He was really smart.
It's so great that I invited the chef into the house.
"Don't worry, madam, I will let you taste these two dishes I made myself. But at that time, please don't dislike me. I'm like you promised to make it super delicious." Sima Yi said confidently.
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After a while, a chef in his thirties and forties came. The chef wore a gray robe, which was very different from the modern white chef's clothes. However, they also had one common feature, that is, the clothes were very good.
Simple and lightweight, convenient to work.
The kitchen servants had already prepared the ingredients for making these two dishes. As soon as the chef arrived at the kitchen, he pointed out where the things in the kitchen were wrong. Unexpectedly, this chef was not only the first-class cooking, but also a management expert.
Under his guidance, the originally messy kitchen immediately became tidy, and the extra space was a lot more than before.
"Crown Princess, is this chef good?" Sheng Guang said to Mo Ranran with great help. Mo Ranran looked at Sheng Guang and smiled slightly, "Sheng Guang, we don't know what this chef is like yet. You can't just say he is first-class.
I believe it, the chef.”
"What's the use of a chef cooking by himself? If you can't teach a good apprentice, that kind of good cooking skills will only be a waste." Before Sheng Guang could defend himself, Mo Ranran added another sentence and said this
At that time, her eyes were all looking at Sima Yi.
Mo Ranran saw through Sima Yi's thoughts, and he had nothing to hide. He said seriously: "Don't worry, madam, I will study hard for you."
"That's good." Mo Ranran smiled. When she heard Sima Yi ask Sheng Guang to hire a chef, Mo Ranran thought that Sima Yi must be asking someone to teach her.
The kitchen was ready, and the chef began to teach Sima Yi. The chef told Sima Yi how to do it, and Sima Yi would do it. Only when Sima Yi couldn't understand, the chef would personally demonstrate.
Fortunately, Sima Yi is a smart apprentice. When a chef says it, he knows how to make it. The key to stewing mushrooms with chickens is the word "stewing". The stewing technique is not worse than stir-frying. You must have seasonings and other things.
Be prepared and match evenly.
Sima Yi was a little dizzy when pairing the seasonings. The key is that there are too many names and weird ones. He was dizzy after hearing it once.
Finally getting the seasoning level, Sima Yi started to make it. With the chef's personal guidance, Sima Yi rarely makes mistakes. Mo Ranran looked at Sima Yi's serious appearance when cooking, and after a glance, she couldn't move her eyes away.
She kept looking at Sima Yi, watching him worry about how much salt he was, and watching him feel annoyed to put less seasonings, these expressions made her heart beat faster.
She and Sima Yi have been doing so many years, and the touch he has given her is still increasing. She thinks this is deep love, because love allows both of them to see each other's hearts.
"Ranran, are you anxious? I'll make it right away. If it's done, you'll eat first, okay." Sima Yi was almost busy. He looked up and saw Mo Ranran standing aside and looking at him.
"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." Mo Ranran said with a smile.
Sima Yi wiped the sweat from his head and lifted the lid of the pot. Immediately, a large piece of steam rushed towards his face. The temperature of the steam was very high, and Sima Yi, who was defenseless, was immediately taken by him.
The steam burned and screamed in pain.
"What's wrong, is it okay?" Mo Ranran immediately walked over with distress when she heard his scream.
When Sima Yi saw her coming, he was worried that the steam would hurt Mo Ranran, so he hurriedly stopped her and said, "Madam, you are waiting for me next to you. The steam is too hot."