Chapter 373: With such good skills, why would you become someone's concubine?
"The noodles he cooked are delicious?" The Fourth Master looked at Wenjiu with a puzzled expression.
Seeing Fourth Master's expression, Wen Jiu immediately said with a smile, "Of course the noodles taste good, but Tenth Master's kindness is more important. Master, Tenth Master is really respectful to you, so he is willing to cook noodles for Jiu'er."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "It's so nice to be by my side. I can follow you and borrow your light all day long."
The Fourth Master snorted and said, "Is this the only benefit of being by my side?"
Seeing Wen Jiu's silly look, the Fourth Master tapped her forehead and said, "Hurry up and eat the noodles in the bowl. I'll go cook for you later."
I thought to myself, he can’t be worse than Lao Shi.
Wen Shoubao, who was standing behind him, was also stunned when he saw Su Peisheng holding the bowl of noodles.
"Chef Wen? Please accept it quickly. Our prince and young lady specially ordered it to be sent to you." Su Peisheng said with a smile on his face.
Wen Shoubao came back to his senses and immediately bowed again and again: "Please trouble me to come here."
Then he groped in his arms, trying to take out some silver.
Su Peisheng immediately held his hand down and said, "Imperial Chef, there's no need to be so polite. We're close friends, so why would you bother with this? Please eat it while it's hot. I have to go back to work."
"Hey, let's see the eunuch off." Facing Su Peisheng, Wen Shoubao regained some of his usual rationality and immediately made a respectful gesture of invitation.
Su Peisheng smiled and nodded at him, then turned and left.
Wen Shoubao looked at the noodles in his hand, and his hand trembled again.
Oh my god, is this a dream?
Thinking back carefully, the Fourth Prince had just told him to visit the mansion more often when he had time, and he even asked his personal eunuch to bring him noodles?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he slapped himself in the face.
Ouch, it hurts. This must not be a dream.
Then he slapped himself hard again.
How could he be so ignorant of etiquette just now? Lord Beile was talking to him, but he was just in a daze and didn't even say a word! Not only did he not give Jiu'er any honor, but he embarrassed her instead.
Touching the hot oil-paper bag in his arms, Wen Shoubao felt even more uncomfortable.
"Hey, Old Wen, I think your niece is quite capable. Lord Beile has even sent someone to bring you food. If you become successful in the future, don't forget to take care of your old boss."
As the chef spoke, he bumped into Wen Shoubao's shoulder.
Wen Shoubao frowned. "The Fourth Master is upright and honest. My niece is just a concubine in the Fourth Master's mansion. How can she be successful or not? Don't mention this again."
The chef behind him saw his expression and immediately curled his lips and said, "No more, no more."
He naturally knew that Wen Yatou was a concubine. If you talk about a concubine, she would basically be a concubine for the rest of her life.
Concubines could not raise their own children. Even if they did give birth, the child would be registered under the name of the legitimate wife, concubine, or princess. It was extremely difficult for concubines to even register their names. Since they couldn't raise children, they naturally had no way to rise in status. If they still enjoyed some favor, life was relatively easy. But once they fell out of favor, their lives were truly difficult.
Seeing that Miss Wen is very beautiful, she shouldn't have to worry about anything in the next few years, but she can't say for sure about the future.
He naturally wanted to comfort his old friend, but he didn't appreciate it.
At that moment, his eyes fell on the bowl in Wen Shoucai's hand.
Sniffing, he said, "This noodle smells really good. Try it. It won't taste good if it's kept for too long."
Seeing that Wen Shoubao didn't move, the chef became anxious and pushed his arm and said, "If you don't want to eat it, why don't you give it to me? I'll taste it for you, how about it?" As an imperial chef, he was already passionate about cooking. Even now, his attainments in cuisine could not catch up with Old Wen. After all, the old man's ancestors had been imperial chefs for generations.
It’s just that Old Wen is not very good at dealing with people, otherwise, who knows who will take the position of chef.
After hearing what the chef beside him said, Wen Shoubao quickly grabbed the chopsticks and took a big bite.
There weren't many noodles to begin with, and after one mouthful, only a little was left in the bowl. The chef was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he kept stamping his feet: "Leave some for me, leave some for me."
Wen Shoubao was a cook himself, so he naturally understood the chef's mood. However, he couldn't bear to see his old friend of many years get anxious and angry, so he left a small bowl of soup for him.
The two turned their backs, and the chef devoured the noodles in one gulp. He closed his eyes and pondered for a long moment before saying, "How are these noodles made? Why are they a little different from the ones we usually eat? Hmm... chewy and springy, with a unique aroma."
Wen Shoubao couldn't help but nod. "This is indeed my first time trying this noodle, and it's truly delicious. The soup is also special, spicy and strong. However, there's one ingredient whose flavor I still can't identify. Can you tell what this spicy ingredient is?"
The chef also shook his head in deep resentment, wishing he could lick the soup base clean. He savored it again and said, "Tsk, fragrant, rich! I thought it would be extremely rich, but I didn't expect it to retain its original freshness. This taste is truly excellent. It's incredible!"
Wen Shoubao looked at his niece in front of him and felt quite relieved: "Jiu'er is still young, but she has really grown up to be able to make such food."
Jiu'er is very different today than before. She speaks more confidently and confidently.
In the past, she would not even say a word to him when she saw him. Wen Shoubao always thought that his niece disliked him because he was a cook.
But I didn't expect that today she could cook for herself. I guess I misunderstood my niece in the past.
For a moment, his eyes were slightly red. Miao'er, that kid, knew nothing about cooking. He had thought that the cooking skills of their Wen family would not be passed down to this generation. But he never thought that Jiu'er had such talent?
"This girl has such good skills, why would she become someone's concubine?" Even if she is the prince's concubine, she is still a concubine.
The chef looked at the wine being warmed in the room with a look of disappointment, and said with deep regret, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, we could have asked them to come to our imperial kitchen, wouldn't that have been enough?"
Wen Shoubao frowned and glanced at his old boss, saying, "Earlier, Jiu'er was also the Fourth Master's maid. Do you think the Imperial Kitchen can compare to her?"
The chef was silent now. After a while, he managed to utter a sentence: "The eldest girl has become a female official in charge, after all. And now..."
He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. What a pity!
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