Su Peisheng turned slightly, glanced at Xiao Chenzi, and pouted at him.
Xiao Chenzi understood, stepped forward and said cautiously: "If you want to return to the emperor, I presented the drawings of the new dining room in the east courtyard of Jingyang Palace to Mr. Ji in the morning. Mr. Ji was very happy and said...",
Xiao Chenzi became nervous and said smoothly: "I said...I will come to express my gratitude to the emperor someday!"
After hearing this, Yin had a slight smile on his face, and while wiping the cinnabar residue on his hands with a hot towel, he asked: "How many changes did she make to the drawing?".
Xiao Chenzi said: "When I returned to the emperor, Ji Gui did not change much. He said that the emperor was thoughtful and the new dining room was excellent. She liked it very much..." As he spoke, his voice gradually became quieter.
He saw Su Peisheng winking at him, telling him to shut up quickly.
Xiao Chenzi didn't know what he said wrong, but since the master had given him a look, he must never speak again!
He stepped aside anxiously and remained silent. He silently thought over what he had just said.
Nothing is wrong!
Just watch the emperor throw the hot towel into the copper basin held by the eunuch next to him, and then raise his chin, signaling to the waiting eunuch that he could start tasting the food.
The serving eunuch had already covered his sleeves with white sleeves. At this time, he stepped forward, lowered his head, and started from one end of the long table with a pair of silver chopsticks carved with nine-curved sea clouds and dragons.
Pick up a chopstick from the right edge of the plate for each dish, place it on the small plate in your hand, then lower your head and silently put it into your mouth for chewing.
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.
After all, Su Peisheng had been with Yin for some years. Although there was no change in Yin's face, Su Peisheng could still see that the emperor felt a little awkward.
Every time the emperor was unhappy, his eyes would involuntarily lower and look at his right hand. Su Peisheng had already figured out this pattern.
But why is the emperor not happy even if he says he is not happy? Su Peisheng is unreasonable.
He thought: Could it be that because he was supervising the dining room in the east courtyard of Jingyang Palace, he did not do the errands and asked his apprentice Xiao Chenzi to do it for him, so the emperor was dissatisfied and felt that he was too lazy to do the errands?
No, no! I definitely don’t have such weight in the emperor’s heart!
Whether he is happy, angry or sad, these are the fluctuations of the emperor's emotions.
It's not a simple person who can make him have mood swings!
In his mind, Su Peisheng turned over what his disciple Xiao Chenzi said just now, turning it over and over again, pondering over it carefully.
What did Xiao Chenzi say?
"Your Majesty Ji didn't change much. She said that the Emperor was thoughtful and the new dining room is excellent. She likes it very much."
Su Peisheng thought about this sentence several times and finally understood it.
He is a lucky person...
He stepped forward and laid out the meal for Yin calmly. Seeing Yin frowning slightly at a chopstick of golden crispy chicken, Su Peisheng immediately motioned to the serving eunuch to bring down the dish.
Really! When he looked at the menu just now, he felt that the imperial dining room of Yangxin Palace has a feud with chickens these days? It’s all chicken, chicken, chicken...
No matter how you make a flower, the emperor will be tired of chicken after eating it for several days.
What's more, there is an old saying in the Forbidden City called "Emperors do not eat widow's dishes", which means that the palace meals should not use a single ingredient. Each dish should be composed of two or more types of dishes.
The ratio should be just right, no more and no less.
But the golden crispy chicken dish in front of me is a "widow's dish". Although the chicken is very clever and the plate is decorated with a pattern of clear moon and plum blossoms, the ingredients are still simple!
After serving Yin and finishing his meal, the eunuchs carried the dining table and moved outside. Su Peisheng saw that the eunuch in charge of the imperial kitchen was sweating and looked pitifully at him outside, asking for help!
Although it is said that the superior organization of the Imperial Kitchen of Yangxin Hall is the Ministry of Internal Affairs, logically speaking, the eunuchs in charge should obey the opinions of officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. However, no eunuch in charge of the Imperial Kitchen has ever really done so.
why?
The reason is simple. Officials from the Ministry of Internal Affairs are not qualified to serve meals in front of the emperor.
Only the eunuchs can see with their own eyes what the emperor likes and dislikes.
Therefore, if the eunuchs in charge of the imperial kitchen wanted to manage the dishes, improve their skills, and avoid mistakes, they had to come to Su Peisheng for advice.
At this time, the eunuch in charge waited until the dining table was brought out, gently grabbed one of Su Peisheng's sleeves, and almost burst into tears: "Eunuch Su...".
Su Peisheng knew that he had also seen the emperor's expression when he looked at the golden crispy chicken.
Su Peisheng raised his hand and knocked his hand off gently, and then pointed out the shortcomings of the dinner in a low voice. The eunuch in charge felt like he had heard an immortal decree, thanked him profusely, and finally left with a sad face.
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As he walked, he cursed in his mind: Damn the Qingfeng Division! Damn the Ministry of Internal Affairs! That newly sent Bi Tie Shi is an idiot relative who got in through some doorway! Every dish of beef and mutton has to be inspected for a long time, which is very harmful.
In the past two days, I was afraid of missing the royal meal in the imperial dining room, so I had to cook chicken and duck meat in a hurry.
Su Peisheng returned to the main hall and helped Yin change into the undressed clothes after the meal. He saw Yin walking to the imperial desk and flipping through the papers casually, not looking like he was in a hurry to do his job.
It just so happened that someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to bring warm inkstones newly made by Suzhou and Hangzhou craftsmen. The so-called warm inkstones were made by making the lower part of the inkstone very thick and very high, then hollowing out the lower part and pouring hot water into it.
.Yin sometimes had to write tens of thousands of words in a day just to review memorials. He used a warm inkstone and poured hot water on it. The surface of the inkstone was warmed and when he grinded the ink, the ink came out faster.
Su Peisheng saw that the emperor was holding the warm inkstone in his hand and playing with it. He looked at the empty space and boldly smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I still remember that the emperor said that he would reward Mr. Ji with a couplet. Now just now
After dinner, I am relaxed and relaxed. I ask the emperor to give me a feast for my eyes and write this couplet! I can send it to Mr. Ji as soon as possible to please him!"
Yin looked up at him and said nonchalantly: "Go get hot water."
If you want hot water, naturally you have to try this warm inkstone.
Su Peisheng didn't expect that the emperor agreed so readily. He thought about it for a while before saying the key words. He smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I was thinking... Since the emperor wants to write inscriptions with his own pen, it would be better to invite noble Ji to come.
It is a great honor to go to the Yangxin Hall and personally pick up the imperial pen inscribed by the emperor for you. I think you will be happy to take this trip..."
Yin put down the warm inkstone, straightened his back, and looked towards Su Peisheng.
The master and servant looked at each other. Su Peisheng was secretly amused and quickly lowered his head.
It became quiet again in the Yangxin Hall, and the only sounds were the crows flapping their wings as they flew across the sky. At three or two o'clock, the stars appeared faintly in the night sky.
The east courtyard of Jingyang Palace.
Ji Ling was sitting in the back room with her legs on Qixi's knees, and Qixi was massaging her legs.
While the master and servant were talking about common things, suddenly Ji Ling's nose itched and she sneezed loudly.