Liang Qingchen stopped vomiting only when he had nothing left to vomit. He rinsed his mouth and sat down on a stone bench exhausted.

His face was as pale as paper, and he felt top-heavy and light-footed.

Xu Lang couldn't stand it anymore and complained, "You can't touch coriander, just say no. What good will it do you if you endure the discomfort and eat it? You are vomiting here, does the princess know?"

Liang Qingchen frowned and said in a cold voice: "If you say one more word, I will have someone sew your mouth shut."

Xu Lang suddenly didn't dare to say anything anymore. He believed that Liang Qingchen could really do what he said.

Liang Qingchen got up and went into the study room only after he had almost calmed down.

He has been allergic to coriander since he was a child. Not only can he not eat or touch it, but even smelling it makes him want to vomit. However, Jiang Muyu likes it very much.

Many of the dishes brought back from the restaurant just now contained coriander, and he had already reached the limit of his patience by being able to sit at the table until the end.

In this room, Jiang Muyu was unaware of this matter.

She played with Tangtang for a while and then had someone take the child away.

Then she asked someone to take out the things she bought today, put the wooden comb into the dressing table, and the paper and pen into the study. In addition, she also bought gifts for the wedding banquet.

Although the palace and the prime minister's palace have always been at odds, Liang Qingchen and Prime Minister Zhao are officials in the same dynasty, so they still have to put in enough superficial efforts. If the gift is too small, it will make their Rui Palace appear stingy, so she simply reluctantly took out two gold leaves and bought an expensive one.

"Yun Xuan, put this thing away and tell someone to be careful not to damage it. I'm going to send it as a gift tomorrow."

"Okay, Your Majesty." Yun Xuan immediately made arrangements.

Jiang Muyu packed up all his things and went to the study.

In the past few days since she came from the book, she has eaten a lot of cakes, but she can't eat more than two pieces of each kind before she feels sick of it. It's not that they are bad, but they are monotonous and too sweet.

She felt that she needed to improve it, so she spread out some rice paper and wrote a recipe on it.

The original owner's calligraphy was very good, but she herself didn't know how to use a brush. Although she had the original owner's memory, her hands were very clumsy and wrote crookedly according to the shape of the characters.

She looked at the scribbles she had written and fell into deep thought, "Will this word... arouse suspicion?"

Finally, she crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the paper basket, then shouted to the outside of the door, "Yun Xuan!"

Yun Xuan came quickly, "My Lady, what's wrong?"

"My hands hurt, can you help me write a few words?" She sat on a chair nearby.

"How did your Majesty hurt your hand? Let me take a look for you." As she said this, she was about to step forward and grab Jiang Muyu's hand.

Jiang Muyu quickly dodged, pretending to pinch and twist her wrist, and lied, "It's nothing serious, just a little sore. Maybe it's because I was tired from carrying things. It will be healed soon."

"Oh...what does your Majesty want me to write for you?"

"A few cake recipes, I told you to just write them down."

"Okay." Yun Xuan picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

Jiang Muyu recited the recipes of several kinds of pastries, and Yun Xuan wrote them down one by one. She wrote six pages in total, and then she stopped talking.

She opened a dessert shop in modern times, so she knows everything about pastries, but she doesn't want to write them all down at the moment. Many things may not reach the level she wants with ancient techniques, so she wants to make a few samples first to try.

Jiang Muyu picked up one and took a look. Yun Xuan's handwriting was much more beautiful than hers. She sighed silently in her heart and thought that she might need to find time to practice more.

"Okay, you can go downstairs." She took two recipes and went to the kitchen.

The palace has a dedicated pastry chef. I heard that he used to work in the Yu kitchen and was a gift to Prince Rui by the Queen Mother.

Unfortunately, the food tasted good but was too sweet.

After Jiang Muyu arrived in the kitchen, he called two cooks, told them what he needed, and then started making the pastries himself.

When the pastry chef heard about this, he rushed over. When he entered the kitchen, he saw the princess busy at the pastry table with her skirt wrapped around her. He walked over and said with embarrassment, "Your Highness, just tell us servants what you want to eat. How dare we trouble your Highness to go to the kitchen in person?"

Jiang Muyu had already kneaded one dough and asked someone to knead the crushed lotus flowers into another dough.

She looked up at the slightly plump middle-aged man in front of her and said, "I have nothing to do so I want to cook something for the prince and the princess myself. Do you have any idea?"

The pastry chef pursed his lips and said, "In that case, Madam, please feel free to ask for anything you need."

"Okay." Jiang Muyu then began to order him without any hesitation, "Help me mix the low flour and lard into the puff pastry."

She explained the proportions and then went back to work. The whole kitchen was listening to her instructions and watching her roll the three colors of dough into strips, cut off a small piece, roll it into a ball, wrap one layer inside another, and use a knife to cut five snowflake-shaped small cuts, the cuts just deep enough to reach the filling. Others followed her example and with more hands, the job was done quickly.

Jiang Muyu had someone heat up the oil in the pan in advance, and when it looked like it was almost done, he put the small dumplings into the pan one by one to fry them.

When the small dumplings are put into the pan, they bloom like flower buds, one layer after another, blooming in the pan.

The maids and servants who were watching were all amazed and thought the cake looked very good, but they didn't know how it tasted.

Jiang Muyu saw that the fried cakes were almost done, so he asked someone to put oil paper on a bamboo plate, put the lotus crisps on it one by one, and added some mint leaves for decoration.

"Wow - so beautiful." A little cook who was helping her exclaimed sincerely.

The pastry chef didn't expect that the princess could actually make pastries, and she seemed to be quite good at it.

The servant whispered in his ear, "I didn't expect the princess to have this skill."

The pastry chef snorted contemptuously and said, "It's just an embroidered pillow. It looks good but is not practical. These noble ladies are good at embroidery, but making pastries is just a small thing and should not be taken seriously."

Jiang Muyu didn't hear what he said, he just waved and asked them to come and try it.

No one else dared to step forward, so the servant volunteered, saying, "Madam, can I have the courage to give it a try?"

Jiang Muyu said happily: "Okay, try it."

She hasn’t been in the kitchen much since she was diagnosed with cancer, and she doesn’t know if her cooking skills have deteriorated.

The waiter picked up a piece of cake and put it into his mouth. The more he chewed, the brighter his eyes became. Although the cake was fried, it was crispy and not greasy, with the fragrance of lotus and a light sweetness, mixed with a little mint coolness, making people want to eat a second one after eating one.

He gave a thumbs up and said, "Your Highness, you are a great cook. I have never tasted such delicious pastries before."

However, others thought that this was a compliment. After all, the pastries were made by the princess herself, and no one dared to say that they were not delicious. However, seeing the appearance of the pastries, they were sure that they could be eaten without worry.

Jiang Muyu smiled and thought: It seems that you are not new to cooking. So he said to the others: "I made a lot, everyone can try it if they want."

The rest of the people also took a piece courageously.

There were only eight people in the kitchen, including the maid who lit the fire. Six of them tasted the food and said it was good. Jiang Muyu looked at the pastry chef and said, "Master Liu, would you be so kind as to try it too?"

Master Liu, who was named, always felt that they were all flattering Jiang Muyu. Even if the food she cooked was bad, no one would dare to tell the truth. He was always disdainful, but he didn't show it on his face.

He stepped forward and said with a smile: "I dare not say it for the sake of honor, but what the queen did is naturally good."

Jiang Muyu raised his chin and said, "Try it first."

How could she not notice the other party's contempt? The pastry chef had looked down on her since he entered the kitchen.

Master Liu had no choice but to pick up a piece of lotus crisp, put it to his mouth, took a small bite, chewed it for a few times, but was stunned.