Although Fu Ji was confused, he was still very happy that the emperor was willing to eat. After leaving the palace door, he glanced at Ling Xuewei, who was standing with her head bowed at the door, and the meal in her hand, "Is this prepared for the emperor?"
Ling Xuewei could feel Fu Ji sizing her up, implying a hint of pressure.
Ling Xuewei looked respectful and said, "Yes."
"Go in, remember, don't look around and stick to your duties." Fu Ji warned.
"yes."
Ling Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief and entered the palace, looking at her back thoughtfully.
study.
Ling Xuewei went in and saw Ye Moyan sitting behind the table with a tired look on his face.
Yue Feng helped her put the meal on the table, "Master, it's ready for use."
"Get out." Ye Moyan ordered.
"yes."
Yue Feng left, and Ling Xuewei hesitated to go out. Yue Feng quietly pointed to the table to her, then signaled to Yanye Mo Yan, and left her alone.
Ling Xuewei almost understood what Yue Feng meant. She glanced at Ye Moyan who came over and sat down. Seeing that Ye Moyan had no intention of taking action, she stepped forward and personally presented him with a bowl of porridge.
"Your Majesty has not eaten much all day. Let's drink a bowl of porridge to warm your stomach first." Ling Xuewei placed the porridge in front of Ye Moyan, and then added, "The porridge is not thick, and the medicinal smell is not strong. You can try it."
taste."
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked into Ye Moyan's deep eyes.
For a moment, the air was slightly stagnant.
Ling Xuewei was a little embarrassed. Could it be that she talked too much?
Unexpectedly, the next second, Ye Moyan actually picked up the bowl and started drinking.
The corners of Ling Xuewei's mouth couldn't help but curl up.
The sweet porridge fills your mouth with fragrance as soon as you take it into your mouth.
Ye Moyan was startled, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to drink calmly.
He had a vivid memory of Ling Xuewei's cooking skills. He never imagined that in just two years, Ling Xuewei's cooking skills would undergo earth-shaking changes.
Ye Moyan regretted letting Ling Xuewei leave in the first place.
Soon, a bowl of porridge was eaten.
Ye Moyan's appetite was whetted, and his originally pale face became a little rosy.
Ling Xuewei took off the lids of the other two dishes, and a smell of meat suddenly filled the air.
She didn't cook much, only two hot dishes and a small cup of pickled vegetables. Compared with the hundred-course royal banquet that Ye Moyan usually used, it can be said to be quite simple.
When Ye Moyan ate, he would never eat more than three chopsticks for each dish. Even for late night snacks, there were at least nine dishes. Of course, Ling Xuewei didn't know this, so she only made enough for two people.
When Ling Xuewei saw him picking up the fish-flavored tofu with chopsticks and putting it into his mouth, she was still slightly worried, but she saw no expression on his face and didn't know whether it was delicious or not.
After that, Ye Moyan tried the meat dish again. This one was the one that Ling Xuewei put the most thought into. It was full of ingredients and her secret spices.
But from beginning to end, Ye Moyan in front of him didn't say whether it was delicious or not, which made Ling Xuewei a little disappointed.
Ling Xuewei lowered her eyes and sighed slightly. In the past two years, she had specially learned how to cook from others, and her cooking skills should have improved a lot. Even Di Jian and Ning Yu were full of praise after eating it.
Ling Xuewei wondered if Ye Moyan was used to eating delicious food, so he didn't think her food was delicious?
Hey, it seems that her cooking skills still need to be improved.
Um?
Ling Xuewei looked up unintentionally, but found that at some point, all the dishes on the plate had been swept away!
Yes, it is really clean!
Not even the soup of the spiritual meat dish was left! Everything was eaten!
Ling Xuewei was stunned and looked at Ye Moyan in disbelief. Seeing him elegantly finishing the last mouthful of porridge, he slowly put down the bowl.
"What are you doing standing there? Still not cleaning up?" Ye Moyan urged.
"Oh, oh..." Ling Xuewei finally realized what she was doing and put it away with a dazed look on her face.
Ling Xuewei didn't know that Ye Moyan had a smile flashing in his eyes when he saw her dazed look.
"What's this?"
Ling Xuewei looked up and saw Ye Moyan pointing at the yogurt and hawthorn soup and asking.
"Oh, this is yogurt and hawthorn soup. It helps digestion. Eating too much at night is not suitable for sleeping..." Although Ling Xuewei hoped that Ye Moyan would eat something, she didn't expect that his 'appetite' was so good. Could it be?
Really too hungry?
"Too much?" Ye Moyan raised his eyebrows with a half-smile. Ling Xuewei was agitated, showing her big white teeth, and quickly packed up the empty bowl and ran away.
"Stop, shall I allow you to leave?" Ye Moyan was displeased.
Ling Xuewei froze and turned around in embarrassment, "Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?"
Ye Moyan said calmly, "From now on, you will be responsible for my diet."
Ling Xuewei was surprised, and then she felt happy, "Yes!"
Looking at her involuntarily smiling face, Ye Moyan couldn't help but curl up his lips, quickly recovered, and did not forget to add, "There doesn't need to be too many dishes, just use this as the standard."
Ling Xuewei was confused, but didn't think much about it, nodded quickly and went out.
Great, she finally allowed Ye Moyan to eat, so that she could add some medicinal materials to the food from time to time to help him regulate his body, but the prerequisite was that she first knew what was going on with Ye Moyan's body.
It seems that I will have to find an opportunity to check his body tomorrow.
"Come out? Has the emperor eaten? He..." Yue Feng outside saw Ling Xuewei coming out and rushed to greet her, but when his eyes fell on the empty bowl, he was dumbfounded!
Empty, empty?
What's going on?
The emperor has been unable to eat anything recently.
"Your Majesty has used it. It seems he is really hungry." Ling Xuewei could not possibly know these things. She said to Yue Feng, "By the way, Your Majesty said that I will be responsible for his food from now on."
"Oh... then I'll leave it to you..." Yue Feng was stunned again, and it took him a long time to react, "What? The emperor really said that?"
Ling Xuewei nodded.
Yue Feng no longer knew what to say.
He looked at Ling Xuewei in front of him with a look on his face, still in disbelief.
You know, Yue Feng originally thought that it would be good if the emperor could only take one or two bites, but he didn’t expect that the master would eat them all?! When did the master live like this?
It’s impossible even if you’re hungry, right?
Or is there something special about the food made by this humble young man?
"Sir?" Ling Xuewei looked at Yue Feng in confusion.
"Now that the emperor has spoken, the emperor's food and drink will be left to you from now on. Remember, you must serve carefully. If anything goes wrong, not only your head, but also mine may be at risk. Do you understand?"
Yue Feng warned.
Ye Moyan is willing to eat what the young man in front of him cooks, and Yue Feng is still very happy. The most important thing now is Ye Moyan's body.
"Yes." Ling Xuewei responded.
Seeing that Ling Xuewei was quite smart, Yue Feng nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you for your hard work, you can go back."
Until Ling Xuewei left, Yue Feng had a mysterious expression on his face.
Ling Xuewei didn't care about this. When she returned to her residence, it was already late at night.
Lying on the bed, Ling Xuewei couldn't help laughing when she thought about tonight's events, and soon fell asleep.
The next day, she got up at dawn, and Yue Feng asked someone to set aside a dining room for Ling Xuewei for her use.
Fresh ingredients were delivered early in the morning, along with two palace servants. Ling Xuewei happily accepted it and asked them to start making breakfast.
Breakfast doesn't need to be too rich. Red dates and millet porridge to nourish the stomach, steamed pumpkin, a few plates of side dishes, and steamed dumplings are enough.
"Why are you so slow? Come in quickly. The emperor is waiting."
Ling Xuewei had just walked to the door with her breakfast when Yue Feng started urging her urgently.
Ling Xuewei was surprised and quickly brought breakfast into the bedroom.
She knew that Ye Moyan had to go to court last night, so she made a special effort to prepare the meal before he went to court. Unexpectedly, it was still too late.
But why didn't Ye Moyan leave directly?
Ling Xuewei was a little puzzled.
"Your Majesty the Night Emperor, breakfast is ready."
Ye Moyan came over and sat down, glanced at the food in front of him, and started eating without saying a word.
The sweep was completed very quickly, at such a speed that Yue Feng was speechless and said, "Emperor, all the ministers are waiting in Tai Chi Hall."
Taiji Hall is the place where hundreds of officials go to court and the emperor discusses politics.
Ye Moyan stood up, and Yue Feng followed immediately.
"Wait a moment."
Ling Xuewei suddenly spoke, and under Yue Feng's surprised gaze, she handed over a silver cloak, "Your Majesty is still recovering and should not be exposed to the cold, so you might as well wear it."
The air is slightly stagnant.
Yue Feng suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
This kid is dying!
Ye Moyan looked at her for a moment, but Ling Xuewei did not give in. Just when Yue Feng was about to stop her, she suddenly heard her master say, "Yes."
It's just that although Ye Moyan said this, he didn't take any action.
Obviously he didn't want to do it himself.
Ling Xuewei was startled, then she stepped forward and put the cloak on Ye Moyan herself, and tied the knot carefully.
During this period, Yue Feng always had a confused expression on his face.
Master, don’t you always dislike people approaching you? What’s going on?
He has tried to persuade him many times before, but you didn't listen. Why don't you still go to court in imperial robes? Why do you just obey someone else's casual words now?
"alright."
Ling Xuewei tied up her belt and stepped away, and the emperor left immediately.
Only Yue Feng was left who had not recovered yet.
"My lord? My lord?" Ling Xuewei called out twice tentatively.
"Oh, oh, um... I'm leaving too, I'll leave this place to you." Yue Feng came back to his senses and chased after him with a confused look on his face.
Ling Xuewei put away the dishes and returned to the pharmacy. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she bumped into Wu Yinghan.
"Master Ling? It's so early! Huh? Where did the master come from? These are..." Wu Yinghan's eyes fell on the empty plate in Ling Xuewei's hand.
Ling Xuewei just nodded to her and went directly into the dining room over there.
When Wu Yinghan saw this, his face looked a little ugly.
I just recalled what Ling Xuewei was holding, thoughtfully.
There happened to be a pharmacist passing by, and Wu Yinghan hurriedly stopped him, "Master, I just saw Mr. Ling coming from the direction of the dormitory. This hour doesn't seem to be the time for the emperor to take medicine?"
"Oh, you don't know, right? This Young Master Ling has been appointed by the emperor as the royal chef! From now on, he will be responsible for all the emperor's meals!" the pharmacist told Wu Yinghan.