Chapter 446: What sin did you commit?

"Well, not bad. It's rare that you can still calm down and do this."

Emperor Kangxi praised this, and this immediately triggered a wave of enthusiasm. The other emperors could not help but take action one by one, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Wenjiu was afraid that these noble gentlemen might get hurt, so he sent his own kitchen staff to keep an eye on them.

The masters all took action, and the number of skewers increased. The servants serving them also got a lot.

The Eighth Master couldn't bear to read the book anymore. He lifted the curtain and took a look. He was stunned. When did the Emperor come?

Just as he was frowning in thought, he saw his personal eunuch staring at him. The Eighth Master immediately narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The young eunuch swallowed hard and said, "Master, the emperor is outside. How about we go out and pay our respects?"

Mr. Ba put down the book in his hand heavily and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and coughed, "My lord, you are polite. I will go over and say a few words to the Emperor and then come back."

"Yes, that's what you said, Master." The young eunuch said immediately.

The Eighth Master finally walked out of the door, feeling rather timid about being close to home. He was just hesitating, thinking about how to start the conversation, when he heard a woman's voice say, "Eighth Master, you're here. Our master was just about to bring you some food, and you came by at a perfect time."

Wenjiu said this and handed the skewers in his hand to Su Peisheng.

Su Peisheng took it and immediately walked over with a smile: "Eighth Master, please try it."

The Fourth Master looked at the skewers he had worked so hard to roast, and now they fell into the hands of the Eighth Master. He immediately squinted his eyes and looked at the warm wine.

Wenjiu shrank his neck and immediately put on a smile.

To be honest, she wasn't craving beef or mutton right now. The rest of her food was her favorite: chicken feet, fish, dried tofu rolls. She'd just given Eighth Master beef and mutton skewers, along with Fourth Master's grilled quail eggs.

I don't know which doctor the Fourth Master heard this from, but it's said that pregnant women should eat more beef and mutton. They can also eat more eggs, which is good for the body.

The Fourth Master took her words to heart and fed her with it every day these days, which was really too much for her.

The Fourth Master worked so hard to bake this, so he couldn't give it to anyone else. It just so happened that the Eighth Master came.

Seeing Wen Jiu's behavior, the Fourth Master was too lazy to expose her. He just said, "Eighth Brother, eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good if it's cold."

After thinking for a while, he took a handful of the freshly grilled skewers and gave them to Su Peisheng: "Send some to the Empress Dowager and the Fifth Prince as well."

"Wait," Emperor Kangxi took one of his roasted ones and gave it to Su Peisheng, "Just say that this was roasted by me and the fourth son, and ask the Empress Dowager to do you the honor of tasting it."

"Hey, I'll go right away."

Su Peisheng responded, packed the food into plates, and went off the boat to another cabin.

Mr. Ba inexplicably had a bunch of strings in his hand, and his expression couldn't help but look a little weird.

He never expected that his fourth brother would actually greet him. He looked at the Fourth Master with a strange expression.

"Old Eight, what are you standing there for? Come and sit down."

The Prince of Zhi immediately waved to the Eighth Master.

The Eighth Master found a place in front of him, and his expression became more and more strange.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Prince Zhi said, "Barbecue."

Mr. Ba's brows were almost twisted into a knot. Didn't he know he was grilling meat? The key point was why was he grilling meat?

He wanted to say something like "A gentleman should stay away from others", but even his royal father was fiddling with a few sticks, so he didn't know what to say for the moment.

Before he could react, Prince Zhi came to him with a black skewer and said, "Old Eight, here you go. This is my first time cooking. How about you help me taste it?"

Mr. Ba looked at the pitch-black thing in front of him and took it hesitantly.

Perhaps it was because Prince Zhi's gaze was too expectant, so the Eighth Master gritted his teeth and took a bite.

Then, his face suddenly turned pale: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"What? It's not tasty?" Prince Zhi frowned deeply. "Oh no, I lost to the fourth brother after all. I can't even grill skewers better than him. The emperor just praised his skewers."

When Mr. Ba heard this, he immediately swallowed it down and said, "Not bad... not bad. If you practice more, you will definitely not be inferior to others."

When Prince Zhi heard this, his dejected look disappeared immediately. He raised his chin and said, "Look, I told you guys you have no taste. Who said even dogs wouldn't eat what I roast? Old Eight ate it!"

Then he placed his plate of black roasted food in front of Master Ba: "Master Ba, you are the only one who understands me the most. Eat whatever you want. I will give you enough."

Eighth Master: “…”

What evil did he do?

Seeing his elder brother enthusiastically eating skewers again, Mr. Ba suppressed the urge to stop him. He decided to be a good person and give his elder brother confidence.

He immediately picked up the skewer of meat that Wenjiu had just given him and took two bites. Only then did he feel like he was alive again.

Just as he calmed down and looked up, he saw a magnified handsome face. Mr. Ba was shocked and pushed the person away.

"Third brother, do you want to scare people to death?"

The Third Master was pushed to the ground, but he was not in a hurry at all. He stood up, patted his butt, and said with a chuckle, "Old Eight, I heard that you can even eat the eldest brother's thing, so why don't you help me try it too?"

The Eighth Master was speechless for a moment: "Third Brother, no need, you should keep it for yourself..."

The Third Master directly brought the plate over and even personally took a skewer and fed it to his mouth: "Eighth brother, just try it, don't be polite to Third Brother."

The Eighth Master wondered if he was quite good at socializing, but he would never refuse anyone, especially someone like the Third Master.

He swallowed hard, took it, and took a bite.

I was relieved. The third brother had grilled some vegetables. They were alright. Although one side was burnt and the other side was not cooked through, they were still edible. They were also coated with sauce, so it was barely acceptable.

"Third brother, this one is not bad either."

The Third Master immediately raised his chin and shouted to Emperor Kangxi, "Father Emperor, did you hear that? The Eighth Master just praised your son's roast pork."

Emperor Kangxi silently glanced at the Third Master's plate, then glanced at the Eighth Master. After a while, he said, "Old Eighth, you are a good man."

He never expected that his eighth son could lie with his eyes open.

Eighth Master's words stirred up a hornet's nest. Fourteenth Master quietly brought his plate over and grinned at Eighth Master, "Eighth Brother, you've tasted theirs, why don't you try your brother's too?"

As he said that, he also brought over Thirteenth Master's. "Try it and see which is better, your brother's or Thirteenth Brother's. I said mine is better than Thirteenth Brother's, but Thirteenth Brother still feels unconvinced."