Chapter Sixteen: Finally, we've had our fill!
Who would dare disobey this order? The palace servants immediately stepped forward and escorted Consort Yu away.
The Hall of Mental Cultivation returned to its usual tranquility. Before Jiang Huan could even breathe a sigh of relief, Huo Lin's voice exploded in her ears.
[Thank God, if Consort Yu hadn't left, I really would have had someone executed.]
[They have absolutely no sense of propriety! Every piece of roasted meat they eat is one less piece available, and they even try to snatch it from me! They don't even leave me any!]
[What are you standing there daydreaming about, Consort Zhuang? Can't you see I'm still a little hungry?]
Huo Lin looked at Jiang Huan with a cold expression and a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Goodness.
Consort Yu probably just felt that dining together was like serving the emperor in bed, a kind of intimate interaction between husband and wife.
But Huo Lin didn't appreciate it at all; he was such a possessive little emperor.
That makes sense, though. Looking at his somber face, it's clear that if Jiang Huan couldn't hear his inner thoughts...
They also thought Huo Lin was thinking about how to deal with her being disguised as a palace maid!
Who knew he was just secretly waiting for his meal?
Jiang Huan bit her lip, trying hard to suppress the twitching of her lips.
She glanced at the seemingly dignified and aloof emperor, and took the initiative to bow and apologize.
"Your Majesty, it was my fault that I concealed my identity and followed Consort Yu to serve you. I hope Your Majesty can give me a chance to atone for my sins."
Huo Lin raised his eyes, his voice flat.
What do you want?
"I don't have many skills, but I'm good at cooking. If Your Majesty allows, I'll go to the Imperial Kitchen and make another bowl of rice to bring over."
Wasn't Huo Lin hungry? Then she'd make sure Huo Lin was full!
He only feels good when he has a full meal.
When he's in a good mood, his little head won't fall off.
Last time, a bowl of glutinous rice balls and a pastry were enough for the Emperor to promote her rank. Maybe this time, if the Emperor is in a good mood, he might let her leave Jinhua Palace!
Yes, she's quite the little genius.
Wang Degui listened with a furrowed brow. He had been waiting nearby when Huo Lin and Consort Yu had dined together earlier.
The amount of roasted meat was even more than the usual amount of food prepared. The Emperor had already eaten quite a bit, so why did Jiang Huan still need to cook for him?
This is treating the Emperor like a useless glutton.
No, no, if he eats too much, he'll get indigestion and it will damage his body.
"Consort Zhuang, His Majesty has already eaten, I'm afraid..."
Before Wang Degui could finish speaking, Huo Lin waved his wide sleeves and made a cold and decisive decision.
"Approved."
[This Wang Degui has ruined my plans!]
[Luckily, I reacted quickly, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to eat it.]
Huo Lin was in a great mood at the thought that he would soon be able to eat the bibimbap that Jiang Huan had mentioned.
[Wuhu, I can enjoy Consort Zhuang's cooking again!]
Of all the women in the harem, no, of all the palace, Consort Zhuang was the most clever.
[They're practically mind readers.]
As Jiang Huan listened to Huo Lin's thoughts, a sly glint flashed in her eyes.
Her magic touch is nothing more than someone's mind reader.
Tips for pleasing the emperor, get them!
As long as she can make the food that the emperor likes and make sure he is well-fed, she doesn't have to worry about the emperor not helping her in the future!
Jiang Huan turned around, a faint smile playing on her lips, showing none of the panic and sorrow she had displayed when she apologized earlier.
After leaving the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Jiang Huan went straight to the Imperial Kitchen.
The imperial kitchen was bustling with activity as it prepared meals for the masters of the various palaces.
Some were processing ingredients, some were preparing seasonings, and some were cooking...
All kinds of ingredients were available, which dazzled Jiang Huan.
Is this the Emperor's imperial kitchen? It's really impressive!
If she could gain the Emperor's favor, it shouldn't be difficult for her to get some ingredients from here.
If only all these delicious foods could come to her little kitchen...
She suddenly realized that the favor did have some effect.
Jiang Huan's eyes sparkled, her fighting spirit ignited.
As long as you please the emperor and make him happy, it's not impossible!
Now! Let's cook!
Jiang Huan explained her purpose to the people in the imperial kitchen, and they immediately cleared out a stove for her.
Jiang Huan first found some beef, cut it into cubes, marinated it, stir-fried it in a pan, poured it out, then cracked in a few eggs and fried them until golden brown on both sides.
Pour the remaining hot oil over minced garlic and chopped chili peppers, add various seasonings, and the sauce for this rice dish is ready.
Scoop out a bowl of rice, mix the seasonings and diced beef into it, and top with a fried egg.
The fragrant beef bibimbap is ready!
After quickly tidying herself up, Jiang Huan immediately took the bibimbap back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
"Your Majesty, this is beef rice that I made. Would you like to try it?"
Wang Degui immediately went over, checked that it was not poisonous, and then served it to Huo Lin.
Huo Lin picked up his silver chopsticks and took a bite. The beef was tender, delicious, and sweet.
The rice grains are plump and have absorbed the flavor of the sauce, making them fragrant, sticky, and incredibly delicious.
A glint flashed in Huo Lin's eyes, and his usually dark eyes seemed to brighten up now.
"Not bad," he commented reservedly, though inwardly he was ecstatic.
[This! This! This! Is this really the rice I know? It's practically food for the gods in heaven!]
[Aww, one more bite!]
[Excellent! Excellent! This portion of food is very generous. I love it!]
As Jiang Huan listened to Huo Lin's thoughts, her brows relaxed and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
No one can resist her delicious food! Not even an emperor.
To grasp or manipulate.
Huo Lin didn't say anything, so Jiang Huan didn't leave. She stayed by his side, watching Huo Lin finish all the beef bibimbap.
After putting down his chopsticks, Huo Lin washed his hands with Wang Degui's help.
[Heavens! I actually have a day when I can eat my fill!]
[Congratulations! Truly congratulations!]
[You've done a great job, Consort Zhuang! I think you're being treated unfairly as a mere Consort; you should be promoted a few ranks!]
Jiang Huan's eyes flashed, and she looked expectantly at Huo Lin.
My good emperor, my good ancestor.
Then you should seize the day and act now, don't hesitate.
Let's just make her an empress, put her in charge of the six palaces, and let her experience the thrill of being a winner in life.
But these daydreams can be thought about later.
Now that the Emperor is in a good mood, she still has an important matter to attend to.
Jiang Huan took the initiative to go over and clear the dishes. As she put the bowls into the food box, her slender arm was exposed to Huo Lin's eyes.
Her skin was porcelain white and delicate, which made the red marks on her wrists particularly eye-catching.
Huo Lin frowned slightly. "What's going on?"
[Consort Zhuang is one of my concubines. Who dares to lay a hand on one of my people!]
[More importantly, Consort Zhuang's hands are also used to prepare food for me!]
[If I get hurt, who will I be able to ask to cook delicious meals for me in the future!]
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