Sincerity

However, now is not the time to think about these things. The most important thing is to get in touch with the people in the imperial kitchen.

As long as we know each other, there will definitely be opportunities in the future.

"Let's go to the imperial kitchen. We shouldn't worry about these things."

Yurou lowered her head. Since the imperial concubine had spoken, she had nothing to say, but she felt very regretful in her heart.

The Imperial Dining Room had already received the news from Yu Rou, saying that the imperial concubine was coming to the Royal Dining Room, and they were all ready to welcome her.

The imperial concubine is the only concubine in the harem, and since there is no queen in the harem, her status is second only to the queen.

In the future, it is very likely that she will become a queen. Even if she does not become a queen, she will still be an imperial concubine!

You must be more respectful, and you will save yourself the trouble of having to find the imperial kitchen in the future.

If the master of the harem wanted to make things difficult for the imperial dining room, it was just a matter of gossip, so they had to be careful.

"See you, the Imperial Concubine." Fu Guo Dajin, the head chef of the imperial dining room, led everyone to kneel down and salute.

"Get up."

Zhang Anchu stepped into the imperial dining room and looked at the scene inside. There were dozens of stoves, a dazzling array of fruits and vegetables, and the palace maids and eunuchs were kneeling on both sides.

Guo Dajin obeyed and stood up, but when he looked up, he was a little stunned.

So beautiful!

No wonder the emperor always went to Wangyou Palace to find faults when the imperial concubine went to Qingxin Temple to pray.

Guo Dajin also knew about this matter. After all, he kept saying that the fruits delivered from the imperial kitchen were not fresh every day. He was also deeply affected by this and couldn't laugh or cry.

"The Imperial Concubine, I wonder why you came to the imperial dining room?" Guo Dajin asked, bending down. He only dared to look at it once, and then he never dared to look at it again.

With such beauty, he felt that it would be blasphemy for him to look at her twice.

"Let them be busy. I have something I want to tell you."

The maid in the imperial dining room brought a chair, Zhang Anchu sat down, and motioned for Guo Dajin to sit down.

Guo Dajin was flattered, but he had to obey the imperial concubine's order, so he also sat down.

"I would like to learn some royal dishes and present them to the emperor. Are there any suitable dishes?" Zhang Anchu looked at him with her beautiful eyes and asked.

Guo Dajin naturally saw it too. He lowered his head even further, swallowed, and pretended to be calm and asked: "The Imperial Concubine... but... have you ever learned how to cook meals?"

Zhang Anchu shook his head and replied: "No, it can be said that he knows nothing."

Guo Dajin listened to Zhang Anchu's voice, which was very beautiful. Zhang Anchu's stunning face appeared in his mind, and he seemed to have an indescribable feeling.

He asked himself to calm down. The person sitting here is the Imperial Concubine, so she must not think wildly.

He came back to his senses and thought for a moment. It is difficult to make soup that is not delicious. Just put the ingredients into the pot and adjust the seasoning. Generally, the soup will be good. Only the pickiest people can taste the difference.

As for cooking, it may be difficult for the imperial concubine to master it, just the skill of the knife and the heat can be difficult.

"Concubine, why don't you learn to make soup? This is easier." Guo Dajin kept his head lowered and his voice was dull.

The people in the imperial dining room have started working again. People are coming and going, and the sound of knives can be heard constantly. The place where they sit is relatively quiet.

Zhang Anchu thought of what Fu Zhiyuan once said, telling her not to come and deliver soup if she had nothing to do.

As for what kind of soup was delivered that day, she was thinking about it now, but she couldn't recall it and simply didn't think about it.

"Okay." Zhang Anchu agreed. She didn't want to spend too much effort and time on this, as long as she could do something about it, the most important thing was to get in touch with the people in the imperial kitchen.

Zhang Anchu saw a group of eunuchs coming back outside the imperial kitchen door and asked, "What did they do?"

Zhang Anchu didn't know which eunuch was delivering food to Prince An's Mansion. When he saw this group of people coming back from outside, he naturally wanted to inquire about it.

Guo Dajin turned his head to look out the door and replied: "Back to the imperial concubine, this is to deliver food outside the palace."

"Outside the palace? Why does the imperial kitchen deliver food to outside the palace?" Zhang Anchu already had a vague suspicion in his mind that it was most likely the person who delivered the food from Prince An's palace. However, he still pretended not to know and asked.

"The Imperial Concubine, this is to deliver food to Prince An's Mansion..." Guo Dajin said softly, but Zhang Anchu kept listening carefully and heard it.

"Oh, that's it." Zhang Anchu looked indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"I need a few helpers, so let them come and help." Zhang Anchu said calmly after taking a sip of the tea served by the palace maid.

"Imperial Concubine, those little eunuchs are just delivering meals. I'm afraid they can't help the empress too much. It's better to choose a little cook who knows how to cook..." Guo Dajin reminded that if you want to learn how to cook, you might as well find someone who knows how to cook.

It's better to be by your side than a meal delivery eunuch who doesn't know anything.

Guo Dajin didn't know Zhang Anchu's purpose, and his proposal at this time was considered normal, but Zhang Anchu was unwilling, which was contrary to the result he wanted.

She came into contact with those eunuchs without leaving any trace, and she didn't really learn any cooking skills.

Zhang Anchu said slowly and unhurriedly: "There are many people in the imperial dining room, so when I come here, I must have someone by my side to save people from talking too much."

"Uh..." Guo Dajin was secretly angry. Why didn't he think of this? He said, "This slave didn't think carefully."

Zhang Anchu didn't expect that things would progress so smoothly. Now that it has been initially completed, the next step is to quietly bribe the eunuch.

Guo Dajin called the group of eunuchs to come in and salute Zhang Anchu, and asked them to follow the imperial concubine for a while.

Then, he took out the recipe, handed it to Zhang Anchu respectfully, and said: "Honorable Concubine, here are various soups. Your Majesty can choose one, and I will start teaching you now."

Yurou took the recipe and handed it to Zhang Anchu. She opened it and saw that it was densely packed with dish names.

What's even more surprising is that there are numbers behind the names of each dish. For example, the dish "Fenghuang Yu Fei" has "1" written behind it.

Turning to the back again, at the bottom of each piece of paper, there are the words 1234, and the people in charge are looking through it.

This is the first time Zhang Anchu has come across this method, and it is indeed much more convenient.

Thinking back on it, maybe I can use it in my own books in the future, and it will be easier to find content.

"Let's just call this Phoenix Yu Fei." Zhang Anchu was too lazy to choose. The name sounded pretty good, so this was the one.

"Yes." Guo Dajin replied, bending down.

After going to prepare the required ingredients, Zhang Anchu kept waiting here, with four eunuchs standing on both sides.

Zhang Anchu took a sip of tea and asked, "What are the names of you four?"

"My little stool, my little table, my little chair, my little guizi." The four of them answered one by one.

Yurou covered her mouth and wanted to laugh after hearing this. These people had all the tables, chairs, and cupboards.

"Is the job pretty easy?" Zhang Anchu didn't smile. He was more concerned about how to get closer to each other without letting others notice.

"It's not difficult at all. I just do odd jobs and deliver meals." Little Stool said.

"Oh, I don't know what the imprisoned people eat every day." Zhang Anchu asked, pretending to be really curious.

Yurou frowned, wondering why she was suddenly curious about this. Could it be that she still wanted to be trapped?

"Every day there are some vegetarian dishes, but the portions are not bad." Xiao Shizi replied again, and the other three seemed to be headed by him.

"If you eat vegetarian food all day long, wouldn't you be a monk?" Zhang Anchu said with a chuckle.

She also knew that saying this would definitely damage her image, so she had no choice but to say it in order to avoid being noticed by others.

"The Imperial Concubine, that man is now like a monk and has shaved his head!" the little table interjected, but was nudged by the little stool to tell him to stop talking.

"Oh? That's really interesting." Zhang Anchu smiled sweetly. The former second prince even shaved his hair bald. Could it be that he wanted to become a monk?

I guess life in the mansion was not easy either.

The four little eunuchs lowered their heads. Zhang Anchu's smile just now was really amazing.

She was sitting in the imperial dining room, even though there was a little noise around her, she was like a fairy entering the mortal world.

Zhang Anchu also knew in his heart that today's situation was good enough. In the future, he would have to take his time and step by step to avoid being discovered by Fu Zhiyuan.

She didn't know where the people watching around her were, so it was always better to be cautious.

Guo Dajin prepared the ingredients. It turned out to be goose and chicken stewed together, but it was named after Phoenix Yu Fei.

Soon, under Guo Dajin's guidance, the geese and chickens were put into the pot, and the rest was to wait for an hour for the soup to be ready.

Zhang Anchu saw that the palace clothes on his body were a little dirty because there were some splash marks when he chopped the meat.

Yurou followed her line of sight and discovered it, and said, "My dear lady, go back and change your clothes and then come over and watch over her."

"No need." Zhang Anchu felt that this might have an unexpected effect, let Fu Zhiyuan see it, maybe...

Seeing that she was unwilling, Yurou had no choice but to persuade her. She had been in contact with her for the past few days, and with the nanny and Siyu's revelations, she also knew that the imperial concubine had an independent temperament.

Fu Zhiyuan had just left the court at this time and returned to the palace to review the piles of memorials.

Xiao Yunzi outside the palace got the news and entered the palace and said: "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has gone to the imperial dining room."

Fu Zhiyuan was confused, the brush in his hand stopped in mid-air, and asked: "What is the imperial concubine doing in the imperial dining room?"

"I'm going to prepare royal meals for the emperor, so I want to ask the chef in the imperial dining room how to cook them," Xiao Yunzi replied calmly.

In fact, he was a little happy in his heart. The imperial concubine was so motivated that one day she would be favored by the emperor.

In this way, the dragon son may soon be welcomed into the harem.

Fu Zhiyuan didn't expect that the imperial concubine had a lot on her mind.
To be continued...