This room is not an ordinary mess. There are dozens of shoes everywhere, big and small, and they are all hanging on the wall. Clothes are scattered everywhere. The bed is torn. There are scraps of paper on the floor.
No one has cleaned it for a long time.
"Didn't you say that your uncle should be retiring in the palace? Isn't the environment for retiring in the palace too shabby?" Chu Qiao asked the big man while looking around the room.
"It was okay at first, but then my uncle became crazy and the maids didn't want to come. As time went by, the Queen Mother stopped asking, and no one cared about it anymore."
The big man took out the food, and the old man ate it. He tasted each item one by one and found a lot of faults. It seemed that he was indeed not an ordinary person.
"Uncle, this is Sister Chunxiang, here to learn royal cuisine from you."
"Sister Chunxiang?" the old man called out. He looked at Chu Qiao with twinkling eyes, laughed, lowered his head, and continued eating.
Chu Qiao felt confused. How could a person who couldn't even tell her seniority teach her how to prepare royal meals?
When the big man saw that his uncle had finished eating, he whispered.
"My uncle is sometimes crazy, and sometimes he is better. You have to be patient. I am going out to watch the wind. Although no one here cares, not everyone can come here casually and let others see you.
not good."
After saying that, the big man turned around and went out. After going out, he closed the door gently.
In an instant, the crazy chef and Chu Qiao were the only two people left in the room.
"Can you teach me a little bit about cooking royal meals..."
Before Chu Qiao could finish speaking, the crazy old man suddenly widened his eyes: "You also want to steal my recipe?"
One sentence almost made Zhilou burst into tears. In this room, apart from tattered shoes and tattered clothes, there were no recipes anywhere. Even if she wanted to steal them, she wouldn't come here to steal them.
Seeing the old man's insane look, Chu Qiao felt like her hopes were shattered. She knew that her trip was in vain and she had to find another way to deal with the dining room assessment.
But I'm already here, and I can't come in vain. Why don't I help the old man tidy up the room? Chu Qiao thought of this and started to tidy up the shoes. But before her hands could touch the shoes hanging on the wall, the old man shouted out.
"Don't touch my kitchen knife. This kitchen knife is thin and sharp. It is specially used for cutting meat. The cut meat is like wings. It will be cooked immediately after being stir-fried. Then pour some green onion juice..."
puff!
This shabby shoe turned out to be his kitchen knife? No wonder he just wanted to chop someone with a shoe.
Chu Qiao quickly retracted her hand and let go of the old man's "knife". She could move the other shoes, right?
"I can't move your kitchen knife, but this one will do." Chu Qiao changed another shoe, and the old man yelled again.
"Don't touch this kitchen knife. It's specially designed to cut onions and ginger. Cut the ginger into three sections and the green onions into nine sections. This will last for a long time."
The old man muttered to himself, then looked at the other shoes, introducing his "precious kitchen knives" one by one. Chu Qiao's eyes widened, and the more she listened, the more surprised she became. Although the old imperial chef was crazy,
But he is not confused, what he said is the essence of being an imperial chef.
After talking for a while, the old chef looked back at Chu Qiao and suddenly said something.
"Your Majesty, are you full?"
The emperor screamed, and Chu Qiao's little face turned pale instantly. He was so crazy that he couldn't even distinguish between men and women. The emperor is a man, and she is a woman.