Several palace maids and nannies hid by the door, watching Lanqin rummaging around in such a large pot, not knowing what she was making.

After fiddling around for fifteen minutes, Lanqin's first jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) was finally born. She had just made a pancake out of cornmeal. Because the bottom of the pan was uneven, she couldn't spread it out evenly.

She then cracked the egg and spread it on the cornbread. Then, she used a spatula to spread the egg white evenly on the cornbread.

After doing all that, she sprinkled all the ingredients evenly onto the dough. Now came the hardest part: how was she supposed to flip the dough over?

And how do you make the crispy biscuit in Jianbing Guozi?

Lanqin scratched her head and had to say, "So even something that seems so simple is quite troublesome."

Looking at the pancakes that were already made, but without any crispy crackers, Lanqin had no choice but to use fried dough sticks as a substitute. Fortunately, fried dough sticks were available at that time.

"Luckily, there's this." Lanqin placed the fried dough stick on the pancake, and then used both hands together to flip it over.

"What on earth is she doing?" Several palace maids who had been in the kitchen stood at the door, discussing among themselves.

“I don’t know, what is that? I’ve never seen it before. But why would His Majesty eat such a thing?” said an older nanny.

“I saw her scattering those things everywhere. I wonder if the Emperor would even bother to look at them!” another palace maid said.

Lanqin knew that the palace maids who served the emperor must be gossiping about her behind her back. But she didn't care. Since she had already done it, it was too late to go back on her word.

After a lot of work, Lanqin finally managed to put her first jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) on a plate.

"Thank you, ladies!" Lanqin walked out, swaying slightly, carrying a round plate with gold trim, amidst their astonished gazes.

"Did you see what was on that plate just now?" asked one of the nannies in charge of preparing the pastries.

"Is that a pancake?" asked another palace maid who was in charge of making soup.

"Something looks strange. What kind of cake is that?" asked the nanny in charge of cooking.

Lanqin brought her first jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) to Kangxi and then placed the somewhat rough-looking breakfast in front of him.

"What is this?" Kangxi asked, looking at the contents of the plate with slight surprise.

"Father, this is delicious and nutritious. Why don't you try it?" Lanqin said.

Emperor Kangxi had never seen such food before. Everything placed in front of him was exquisitely crafted; he had never seen anything so unsightly.

"Father, don't be fooled by its less refined appearance. As long as the food tastes good, that's all that matters. If you're tired of these, why not try this pancake your daughter-in-law made? It may not look very appealing, but it might taste quite delicious!" Lanqin said with a fawning smile.

The palace maids and Liang Jiugong who were serving nearby also looked at the cake that Lanqin had made with curiosity.

Kangxi was actually persuaded by her, so he picked up his chopsticks and was about to take a bite when Lanqin stopped him and said, "Father, you can't eat this cake like that. It tastes better if you eat it with your hands."

"Use your hands!" Kangxi was clearly used to being served food by others and picking up small portions with silver chopsticks, so he couldn't accept Lanqin's suggestion.

"Father, give it a try." Lanqin made a picking-up motion.

Emperor Kangxi looked at the pancake in front of him, pondered for a moment, and then reached out to take it.

Kangxi first tried a small bite, chewed it a few times, and then began to take big bites.

Seeing his reaction, Lanqin knew he liked it. The deliciousness of Jianbing Guozi (Chinese crepe) is truly unbeatable; anyone who tries it will be unable to resist taking another bite.

Liang Jiugong watched in astonishment as Kangxi ate the entire Jianbing Guozi.

"Father, have some milk! This cake is a bit dry, have some to soothe your throat." Lanqin quickly picked up the milk jug and poured milk for Kangxi.

Watching Lanqin bustling about, Liang Jiugong felt a surge of joy. It seemed the Emperor truly favored this concubine's service. Perhaps this was fate.

After taking a few sips of milk, Kangxi's face showed a pleasant expression. He nodded to Lanqin and said, "It's really delicious!"

Lanqin smiled and said, "Father, as long as you don't mind that your daughter-in-law's cooking is too rough, that's fine."

Emperor Kangxi nodded and said, "Sit down and have a proper breakfast."

Lanqin was flattered and sat down next to Kangxi. Looking at the breakfast spread on the table, she realized that she was starving.

"Then let's start eating, daughter-in-law!" Lanqin said, looking at the imperial dishes.

With Kangxi's tacit approval, she began to feast. Although it was breakfast, the palace maids and nannies in charge of the imperial meals did indeed prepare a very good meal. In fact, everything was delicious, but Kangxi had been eating the same things for decades and was simply tired of them.

"Jiugong, look at this girl's appetite, it's so enviable!" Kangxi said.

“Yes, Consort Niohuru’s good appetite can even stimulate the appetite of others,” Liang Jiugong said.

“Father, now that you’ve come to Changchun Garden, why don’t you go out for a walk? More exercise will improve your appetite. There’s so much scenery here, and the air is so fresh. You really need to get some exercise,” Lanqin said while drinking her porridge, completely disregarding whether she was being disrespectful in front of the Emperor. She knew that Kangxi liked to see her like this, saying she resembled his most beloved Third Princess!

"I'm getting old, and I can't even wield a sword anymore." It was rare for Kangxi to admit that he was getting old. Perhaps it was Lanqin's straightforwardness that made him speak the truth without thinking.

Liang Jiugong also realized that Kangxi seemed particularly casual in front of Niohuru, and could say things that he would never normally say in front of others.

"Then let's go for a run and do some exercises! Father Emperor also needs to take care of his health by supplementing his calcium intake, and with some gentle exercise, he can be in good health and have a good appetite," Lanqin said.

"You silly girl, you're always talking about 'exercise' and 'exercise,' what kind of nonsense is that?" Kangxi laughed.

“Father, ‘exercise’ means your body is moving; ‘exercise’ is a set of movements, like sword dancing which also involves swordsmanship,” Lanqin explained.

"Then tell me, what kind of 'exercise' or 'gymnastics' is suitable for me?" Kangxi asked with great interest.

"Father doesn't look fat, he's even a bit thin. He needs to strengthen his bones and increase his appetite. Go for a run, that will give you an appetite. Just do some stretching exercises or similar movements," Lanqin said. She had already finished a bowl of chicken porridge, two small steamed buns with three kinds of seafood, and a glutinous rice ball.