Boil the hot oil and drizzle the pepper powder, and the whole fragrance fills the kitchen instantly.

Chen Qiao was very satisfied with his masterpiece and put coriander in the pickled fish as an ingredient, "Tsk, I can eat three bowls of rice in this dish."

Everyone in the kitchen came up. Yesterday, the girl's craftsmanship had spread throughout the royal palace. It was definitely very powerful to be able to get the craftsmanship praised by the prince.

It turns out that it is even more powerful than the rumors when I see it today.

Chen Qiao looked at the soup, but it almost turned out to be colored. He told someone to increase the heat and boil it again, "How long has the fish head been steamed?"

"It's almost a quarter of an hour." The servant looked at the hourglass and replied.

“Cook the pot.”

With a command, the servant took out the fish head. Chen Qiao looked carefully and saw that it was almost done. He spread the chopped green and red pickled peppers above the fish head, "Put it in the steamer for another five minutes."

The servant picked up the plate, "Girl, how long is it five minutes?"

Chen Qiao, “…”

Five minutes is five minutes, hey.

After thinking about it, I converted it, "Half a cup of tea."

"Okay." The servant understood.

Outside the kitchen, the King of Bianliang had been standing for a long time. Seeing the people inside busy, the strange feeling in his heart came back.

Chen Qiao in the kitchen was different from what he saw normally. Apart from him, Chen Qiao's attitude was different. She was the opposite side, but she seemed to be happier only in the kitchen.

"Prince, it's probably going to be better at the girl's side, but I have to go to the dining hall first?" The butler couldn't help but quip as he looked at the prince's eyes.

How smart the King of Bianliang was, how could he not hear the teasing in his words?

"But Mr. Fu is now capable and can be my lord."

"The prince is clear." The housekeeper held back his laughter.

The King of Bianliang put his hand behind him and looked at the little man inside again.

Chen Qiao in the kitchen was sweating slightly between his forehead. After some exercise, she was a little tired. She was in the palm of her hand for many years and her physical strength was not up to her. It seemed that she was about to start to take care of her body.

Time is up.

The fish head was steamed, and the servants carefully brought out the plate. Chen Qiao saw that the color was already very good and his mood was good. "Cook the oil in the pot."

The servants began to move.

The oil was hot, and Chen Qiao sprinkled some seasoning on the chopped pepper on the fish head, and then drizzled it with hot oil.

The fragrance instantly overflowed, and the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of chopped pepper, and the ginseng was mixed with the fragrance of fish. Shang Ling came up and sniffed hard, "Girl, this dish is so fragrant."

"Chop the pepper fish head." Chen Qiao introduced, "It would be better if there were noodles. Just eat noodles in this soup, don't be too good."

"I believe in the girl."

Chen Qiao raised his eyebrows, then went to see the soup. The color was already good. "The soup is OK, serve it out. Remember to add some green onions, this is the soul."

"Girl, the prince doesn't like to eat onions." Shang Ling reminded carefully.

"Then let it go, it's almost like it without the onion soup."

"But..." Shang Ling wanted to say something else.

"It's nothing, but I have to listen to me if the kitchen spoon is in my hand. If you like it or not." Chen Qiao already gave him face after making it, "Serve the food."

"It's time to serve the food." The kitchen manager shouted, and the servant took a few dishes and went to the dining room.

Chen Qiao took Shang Ling to the dining hall. On the way, Shang Ling still savored the smell, "Girl, your skills are better than those of the chefs in the house."

"You know, the chef of the royal palace is already the top of the border. Now he looks at it, he really doesn't like it."

"Then do you think if I open a restaurant or something, will the business be booming?" A thought suddenly appeared in Chen Qiao's mind. Can't the heroines who travel through time make money with these skills?

She can do it, too.

When she makes money, she straightens her backbone and speaks hard, then...hehehehe.

"Although I don't know how to manage, the girl's craftsmanship is really good. If I really open a restaurant, the business will be very good." Shang Ling said seriously, "But it's very tiring to do business. The girl doesn't need to make herself so tired if she doesn't lack money."

"You don't understand, women... having money in their pockets is the right way."

Shang Ling, “…”

When the girl said this, she understood. For example, if she could get the money home, she could also get her stepmother’s smile for a moment. At this time, she thought money was a good thing.

Seating hall.

"You are here." The King of Bianliang looked at Chen Qiao who came in from outside the house. When he got close, he could still feel the chill coming from her. "Fukang, add some carbon."

Fukang instantly understood what his master meant and bowed behind him to do things.

Chen Qiao sat opposite the King of Bianliang, his face flushed. He didn't know if he was tired of cooking just now or if he came to the restaurant and was cold outside on the way.

"Take a look at the dishes today." Chen Qiao's eyes were filled with expectations.

After every time Chen Qiao showed off his skills, he would forget everything and just hope that his works would be recognized and loved by others, which was a great encouragement for her.

The King of Bianliang obediently picked up the chopsticks, but he didn't know which dish to start. "Why would you introduce it to me first?"

"Okay, okay." Chen Qiao nodded suddenly, "This is called chopped pepper fish head, this is pickled fish, and this fish soup."

"A fish?"

"Yes, your fish are very large, enough to make several dishes." Chen Qiao said, taking the bowl, gently stripping the scallions with a spoon, and serving half a bowl of fish soup, "Hey, this soup is very fresh and will not smell fishy."

The King of Bianliang frowned and looked at her movements, and then caught a glimpse of the onion in the soup, without any movement.

"Try it and see." Chen Qiao pushed the soup bowl to his position again.

She knew that he didn't eat onions, but for Chen Qiao, it was the respect for food that was not picky at the moment.

Fukang happened to come back at this time. Seeing this, he said politely to Chen Qiao, "Miss, the prince has a taboo and doesn't eat onions."

"Don't eat?" Chen Qiao was displeased.

Fukang nodded.

"Shang Ling, please let me take away all the dishes." Chen Qiao finally managed to get the King of Bianliang and wanted to cure him. "It was also my soft-heartedness that I heard that the prince did not eat lunch and specially made these delicious food."

"Since there are things that the prince is banned from eating, then take them down and let the people in the kitchen make them for the prince again." Chen Qiao said with confidence and strong sense, "Your Majesty, please wait for the food in the kitchen."

"Girl, you..." Fu Kang was stunned. The girl's reaction made him unable to react. Why was it still threatening?

On the other end, the King of Bianliang had already picked up the soup bowl, frowned, and put it in front of his nose and smelled it. He made sure that the smell of the onion was within his acceptance range, and then put it to his mouth to taste it.

After pursing his lips, the umami flavor of fish soup and the fragrant scent of chives were combined, and he actually felt that chives could accept them.

Then I drank half a bowl of fish soup in the bowl, "This soup is good."

"Yes, even if you don't believe me, you can't believe in my cooking skills." Chen Qiao raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!