He couldn't see her facial expression clearly, but he could hear the uncontrollable joy in her voice. Murong Che regretted it inexplicably: As long as it was as far away as possible, it was obvious that he wanted to hide away from her. Was he that unbearable?
"Princess, don't be in a hurry to move. Why have you forgotten the rules of our country?" Murong Che's voice was calm.
"rule?"
"Yes, on the first day after a wedding, a woman has to make a bowl of white fungus and lily soup for her husband. Even the queen is not allowed to break this rule. Has the princess forgotten?"
"Oh, that's it!" Yanran remembered. Her mother had indeed told her that the white fungus and lily soup means lily, which means a hundred years of good union. It should be boiled into a gelatinous shape, which means that the couple is like glue. It's really not necessary, just do it.
Some unwarranted things. Others stipulate that you have to serve tea to your parents-in-law the next day. They are so good. There is no special instructions for this. They make bowls for the husband first, but the stipulation is very clear.
Mrs. Lin specially taught her, but every time she asked Yu'er to help fool her. Now that Yu'er is out, is this good?
"What? Mrs. Lin has never taught the princess?"
"Of course I have taught her, Your Majesty is waiting. I will go right away." How could Mrs. Lin be allowed to take the blame? If she said she had never taught her, it would undoubtedly mean that Mrs. Lin was incapable of teaching her daughter.
A maid named Qin'er walked in front and led the way. Lin Yanran glanced sideways at Murong Che, stuck out her tongue when he wasn't paying attention, and followed reluctantly.
"Wow, this is the kitchen of the Prince's Mansion?" Lin Yanran looked around. This kitchen was much larger than that of the Prime Minister's Mansion. It was filled with various ingredients. Several cooks were busy working. She saw a
The girl wearing a mask came over, and they all curiously put down their hands and looked at her in confusion.
"You guys go on, go on, I'll just take a look." Lin Yanran said uncomfortably being stared at.
"This is the princess, why don't you bow quickly?" Qin'er's crisp voice sounded.
"Princess? See you, Princess." Everyone looked at each other and quickly knelt down.
"Everyone, get up." Yanran was a little flustered. It was the first time she saw such a huge scene, haha.
"The princess is here to make white fungus and lily soup for the prince, right?" A cook in his forties or fifties came over and said respectfully: "This servant is the chef here. If the princess has any orders, just tell me."
"You don't need to call me a slave like this in front of me from now on." Lin Yanran waved her hands, most afraid of hearing that she was a slave or a slave.
"This..." The man looked at the princess with some embarrassment.
"what's your name?"
"Slave...ah, no. Little Liu Daying."
"Then I will call you Lao Liu from now on."
"Well, Princess, if you have anything to do, just ask me."
"Help me prepare the ingredients." Lin Yanran ordered. She didn't forget to remember the proportions that should be used. Naturally, she didn't know anything about it.
Soon several cooks got busy, arranging all the ingredients and placing them beside the pot.
With only a little memory, Lin Yanran got busy.
"Princess, this Tremella lily soup needs to be simmered for a long time, and it will turn into gelatin before it is delicious." Old Liu waited respectfully and frowned at the princess's busy look. He wanted to help but did not dare to help. This soup is full of
It’s better for the newlyweds to cook it themselves.
After cooking for an hour, it was still not good, and Lin Yanran had sweat on her forehead.
"It's too slow, the fire is too small, isn't it?" She frowned slightly.
"The fire must be gentle so as not to destroy the essence of the material." Old Liu said.
"Old Liu, you go out first, I'll be fine here by myself."
Lin Yanran's eyes flashed cunningly, and she sent everyone in the kitchen away. Seeing that no one was around, she quietly turned up the heat.