Chapter 124 Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"Malatang? The name sounds fresh, I have never tried it." Jun Liluo said, "If Yun Chu thinks it tastes good, I will give it a try."
"I think it tastes very good."
Song Yunchu stood up and said, "Your Majesty, please wait here for a while. I will go downstairs to make arrangements."
Song Yunchu said this and walked out of the private room.
Jun Li Luo looked in the direction she left, with a faint smile on his lips.
Song Yunchu arrived at the kitchen, glanced at the existing ingredients in the kitchen, and instructed the guards: "These are not enough, go buy some more vegetables and fresh fish and shrimp, buy more beef, and bring Miss Jiang's maids with you, they have a better eye for choosing vegetables than you do."
"These seasonings are not enough. Buy more chili peppers. It would be even better if we can buy chili oil or chili sauce."
Due to the influence of the plague, there were not many shops open on the street. Only shops where no one in the family, including the neighbors, was infected with the disease were allowed to open for business. In order to reduce contact between people, adjacent shops could not open at the same time and had to take turns.
"The day before yesterday, we had four-happiness meatballs for dinner. Which store did you buy the meatballs from? The quality is pretty good. If they were open today, I would buy a few dozen kilograms."
Song Yunchu gave instructions to his men.
Before long, all the ingredients she wanted were available.
Song Yunchu directed everyone to wash the vegetables, kill the fish, and cut the meat into thin slices. She was responsible for seasoning the soup base herself.
Soon, the spicy aroma from the kitchen wafted out.
Chen Yue was originally practicing sword at the back door. After practicing for a long time, he wanted to go back to the lobby to rest. As soon as he stepped into the backyard, he smelled a familiar fragrance.
This smell... Why does it smell a bit like Zuixianlou's spicy hot pot?
He actually liked this dish very much, so he went to take a look out the kitchen window and saw that everyone in the kitchen was busy. Aren’t the ingredients they were preparing the same ones commonly used in Zuixianlou Malatang?
The thin fish and meat slices are unforgettable after being rolled in the spicy and fragrant soup.
Although he felt his appetite growl when he smelled it, he did not forget that His Majesty would not eat this stuff.
He asked Song Yunchu, "Sir Song, is this for dinner tonight?"
"Good. Let's not worry about anything else tonight. Let's all eat this spicy hot pot."
“Everyone eats this?”
"Master Shen, do you think there's anything wrong with that?" Song Yunchu looked up at him. "If you can't handle spicy food, there's non-spicy soup here. People who can handle spicy food and those who can't can sit separately so they don't affect each other."
"Of course, I have nothing to complain about. This is one of Zuixianlou's signature dishes. I have eaten it several times. However, this may not suit your majesty's taste. Lord Song will have to prepare some other food for your majesty."
After Shen Yue finished speaking, Song Yunchu laughed a little, "Master Shen, did you remember it wrong? Your Majesty has never tasted this spicy hot pot, how could it not suit your taste? I just recommended this dish to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty said he wanted to try it."
Chen Yue: “……?”
Your Majesty has never tasted Malatang? Nonsense.
His Majesty went out of the palace in disguise not long ago, and he was with him. They had Zuixianlou Malatang for lunch that day.
He still remembered what His Majesty had said: Is this the so-called signature dish? It's not that great.
It has only been a short time, how could Your Majesty have forgotten the experience of eating Malatang?
Your Majesty obviously doesn't like to eat this, so why don't you refute Prime Minister Song's proposal?
As the emperor, your majesty does not need to compromise his preferences for anyone else.
But now, Your Majesty is willing to try eating things he doesn't like...
Shen Yue's brain went blank for a moment.
He suddenly remembered the scene where His Majesty knocked Prime Minister Song down on the street.
He had originally convinced himself that His Majesty's sanity was only eroded by the drugs at the time, which was why he acted uncontrollably and behaved ridiculously. Now that the effect of the drugs has worn off, His Majesty is still the wise and mighty His Majesty as before.
He didn't want to dwell on it too much, but Prime Minister Song's words made him confused again.
Could it be that between Your Majesty and Prime Minister Song...
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Song Yunchu prepared the soup base and looked up to see Chen Yue standing by the window with a dazed look on his face.
Song Yunchu called out in confusion, "Master Shen?"
Chen Yue came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and then said: "Maybe I really remembered it wrong..."
He said this and quickly turned and left.
Maybe His Majesty was just in a bad mood last time, so he had no appetite? Now that the plague has been effectively controlled and the situation is getting better, His Majesty is very happy and doesn't care about food.
It must be like this.
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"Tsk, this fresh fragrance is so refreshing."
"I heard that this is Zuixianlou's signature dish. Lord Song personally prepared the soup base for us to reward us for working hard from dawn to dusk these past few days."
"Lord Song is so kind to us... I haven't tried this signature dish yet. I'm so hungry now that I can eat a cow!"
“Mmm…delicious!”
In the lobby, everyone was devouring the steaming dishes with relish, while Song Yunchu carried the tray upstairs and came to Jun Liluo's private room.
"Your Majesty, this is spicy hot pot, please try it."
Song Yunchu put the tray on the table and said, "I don't know if it suits your taste. If you are not satisfied with it, let Shaoyao and Yingchun make some home-cooked dishes for you."
Jun Liluo looked at the bowl of beautiful dish on the table and picked up a piece of meat to taste.
The fresh and spicy taste swept across the tip of his tongue, with just the right level of spiciness, much more delicious than the signature malatang he had eaten at Zuixianlou that day.
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