Han Musheng was so familiar with his urination that he didn’t even look at him. He picked up the kettle in the middle to pour tea, but found that it was already empty. He said to Ling Feng, who was waiting outside the door, “Ling Feng, pour the tea pot.”
“Yes.” Ling Feng immediately got up and went into the room to get the teapot.
“Where has Princess Lingle gone? Why haven’t you been back for so long?” Lin Qiyang asked casually.
Ling Feng casually said, “The princess is going to the kitchen to prepare for her midnight snack.”
“Uh, I’ve been busy until this time. I didn’t think I was really hungry now.” Lin Qiyang smiled.
Ling Feng came back soon, holding a teapot in his left hand and a tray in his right hand, with two plates on it. There was a rare smile on his mouth: “I’ll have a good taste tonight, and the princess has made a lot of delicious snacks.”
“It smells so good.”
They were so hungry by the fragrance that they put down. After he put the tray down, he each took a pair of chopsticks, and didn’t ask what these were. Anyway, they were all novel things they had never seen before, so they would eat them first.
“Well, it’s delicious.” Lin Qiyang is a foodie at heart, and his praise never changes.
Han Musheng put a box of leeks and ate it. He hadn’t eaten this for a long time. Although his cousin also had it in the store, he rarely went to eat, so he naturally didn’t get it. Yun Zhen was too lazy to make it. If she wanted to cook a meal, it depends on her mood and she had to rack her brains to find ways to stimulate her. So he could only think of such delicious snacks in his mind.
“Brother, what’s the name of this thing? Why is it so delicious?” Zheng Ershao also picked up the same one. He ate it fast and tasted each variety.
“Lilac Box, the name Yun Zhen gave.” Han Musheng swallowed the last mouthful and reached out to pick up other pancakes.
As soon as the two stacks of pancakes were finished, Yun Zhen’s voice came from outside the door: “The mutton noodles are coming.”
Yun Zhen and Mei Lan and Mei Fang walked into the hall one by one. The three of them were holding a large tray in their hands, and the bowl on it was still steaming, and it smelled fragrant from afar.
The noodles are covered with thick stewed soft mutton, with a little bit of red pepper, chopped chopped green onion, fragrant sesame seeds and peanuts, making them look particularly appetizing. Everyone had a big bowl, and the table was big enough for Ling Feng, Mei Lan and Mei Fang to come and eat together.
There were a few small plates on the table. Yun Zhen said, “The fried eggs are one for each person, and I will hold them by myself. The cabbage next to it is kimchi, which is sour and delicious. If you like to eat sour, I will hold them by myself. Another bowl is chili oil. If you like to eat spicy food, you can add some of them. The taste is very fragrant.”
Before she finished her words, Han Musheng had already done it himself. He picked up the chili oil bowl, scooped a large spoon for Yun Zhen, and scooped two spoons before putting it down. He divided the sour cabbage by himself by one third and picked up two large pieces for Yun Zhen., the rest are left to them.
Zheng Ershao and others’ eyes rolled, and they consciously ignored Prince Ding’s gentle feelings. They each added some side dishes based on their own taste, and learned to stir the big bowl of noodles like Prince Ding, and then began to sing noodles and enjoy the delicious food.
“Princess Lingle is very skilled. This noodles are really delicious tonight.” Lin Qiyang said while eating. He had eaten politely before and felt that the sound of sing the noodles was a bit indecent. Later, when he saw that everyone was singing, he let go.
“This soup, this ingredients are really useless.” Zheng Ershao praised. They were so tired of eating delicacies every day. This novel and unique way of eating is really good.
When Yun Zhen saw that they liked it, she immediately
An advertisement: “Yuanlaixiang Restaurant will soon launch these noodles and snacks, and also serve a lot of special braised dishes. They are all from my chef. When you have time, you can help me support it.”
“Okay, no problem.” They had already eaten all the restaurants in the capital, and they were tired of the taste of each restaurant, and they were just about to find fresh food.
Han Musheng finished the last bit of sour cabbage, put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea, and said, “Yun Zhen, help my mansion make a jar of kimchi tomorrow.”
“Make it yourself.” Yun Zhen refused without thinking.
“The taste I made is not as good as you did.” Han Musheng knows how to make it. He has seen her make it before, but the taste always feels different.