While eating, Xiang Hua said to herself, "It would be even better if I could eat hot pot and sing songs at the same time."
The system wiped the nonexistent saliva: [This is easy. The people in the imperial kitchen can sing the onion-throwing song. It sounds so beautiful! ]
Before Xiang Hua could say anything, Gongsun Tudou had already started his performance, "Your Majesty, with such a beautiful scenery and delicious food, how about having the entire Imperial Kitchen sing a song?"
"Approved!" The emperor buried his head in his food and did not say a single extra word.
He put more duck blood into his bowl, as if afraid that someone else would snatch it away. He wolfed it down while protecting the bowl with his hands.
Like an old dog guarding its food!
Huang Si Niang looked at the emperor and shook her head silently.
What a miserable life this emperor led in the palace. Has he never eaten duck blood? Has he never eaten hot pot?
Their family has eaten it many times, and the neighbors nearby have also learned how to make it.
Half of the people have eaten hot pot, but in the eyes of the emperor and civil and military officials, it is still a rare thing.
While Huang Si Niang was sympathizing with the emperor, everyone from the imperial kitchen had been called over.
They all stood in a row, and the leader asked timidly, "Your Majesty, what would you like to eat today?"
He caught a glimpse of the big pot next to him. Could it be... could it be the legendary hot pot? !
He had heard people talk about hotpot before, but had never actually seen it, let alone eaten it. Why did he want to drool just by smelling it?
How delicious it must taste!
While he was in a daze, the emperor finally put down his bowl and spoke: "I heard that you guys in the imperial kitchen can sing. What's it called? The Onion-Swinging Song?!"
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