"Master Chong, the emperor has his own judgment on right and wrong, and he will not let anyone cry out for injustice." Fu Ji looked at Ling Xuewei, "Ling Mo, you said this prescription is fake, how can you prove it?"
"It's very simple, won't you know if you try it?" Ling Xuewei said calmly.
"Try?" Fu Ji was puzzled.
"Yes, let Mr. Chong make the medicinal diet exactly according to the recipe in front of everyone, and then let His Majesty and the Prime Minister decide whether it is true or false." Ling Xuewei said.
Fu Ji's eyes flickered. He didn't know whether Ling Xuewei was really confident or was trying to hide it.
"Emperor, look..." Fu Ji looked at Ye Moyan.
"According to what he said." Ye Moyan agreed directly.
Ye Moyan spoke, and Fu Ji naturally said nothing else. He immediately asked people to prepare the meal, and asked Chong Jingyao to make the medicinal diet in front of everyone.
"Chong Jingyao, are you willing to make medicinal meals on the spot?" Fu Ji asked.
"The common people are willing!" Chong Jingyao saluted quickly.
"Very good, let's get started." Fu Ji nodded.
The reason why Chong Jingyao is so confident is that he has already tested the effectiveness of this medicinal diet.
It can be said that he was surprised when he first got the formula. That kid did have some skills. But hasn't he got it now?
If you want to fight him without the means or background, you are simply seeking death!
Chong Jingyao and Wu Yinghan looked at each other, nodded, and then walked out of the pavilion.
Outside the pavilion, the palace people had prepared everything according to Fu Ji's instructions.
It has to be said that Chong Jingyao still has two skills. At least he has no problem fooling outsiders, but...
Ling Xuewei sneered.
Her medicinal diet is not that easy to make.
Sure enough, Chong Jingyao was very proficient at the beginning, but later on, handling, marinating, and cutting food became more frequent.
I wonder how an arrogant young man like Chong Jingyao could do such chores?
The food was handled in an extremely messy manner by him. Either the pot was burnt or his hand was accidentally cut. It was unbearable to watch.
Fu Ji's forehead twitched, "Mr. Chong, is this how you make medicinal meals?"
Chong Jingyao panicked, but quickly calmed down, "Returning to the Prime Minister, I am indeed not good at cooking. I have someone to take care of me on weekdays. I spend most of my time developing medicines. Please forgive me, the Emperor and the Prime Minister."
His calm look made everyone who was originally skeptical dispel their doubts.
After all, with his identity displayed there, how could he often go in and out of the dirty place of the fire room? Wouldn't it be inappropriate?
"Prime Minister, there is nothing wrong with Mr. Chong. He must have put in a lot of effort to get the title of Medical Saint." Wu Yinghan smiled and said, "In terms of cooking, Mr. Chong is indeed not as good as Mr. Ling."
Ling Xuewei sneered.
Wu Yinghan was implying that she was just a poor cook!
As he finished speaking, he heard the air in the pavilion suddenly freeze.
For some reason, the surrounding air dropped suddenly and became as cold as frost.
Wu Yinghan was only feeling proud and didn't realize that Ye Moyan's eyes had turned cold.
Fu Ji waved his hand, "In that case, here comes someone."
Immediately someone from the palace came forward. With the help of these people, Chong Jingyao quickly found his rhythm.
Directing the palace servants to prepare food, he prepared medicinal soup.
Soon, the aroma of food spread.
At the same time, Chong Jingyao’s medicinal soup was also completed.
After the medicinal soup was put into the pot, Chong Jingyao finally breathed a sigh of relief and glanced proudly at Ling Xuewei here.