As the head chef, Yan Qiushu will be the first to taste it.

She first gave a bowl to Shui Yu and Aunt Xu, saying, "This is for you."

"Thank you, Miss!" Shui Yu and Nanny Xu happily accepted it.

The small porcelain bowl is beautiful in itself, filled with tender white milk tofu and dotted with red bean paste, making this double-skin milk perfect like a work of art. However, when the small silver spoon is inserted into it, its beauty is destroyed.

Shui Xuan held the small spoon and hesitated for a while. Seeing that people on both sides had already started eating, she reluctantly inserted the spoon in.

It's so beautiful that I don't want to break it.

Yan Qiushu was focused on eating and didn't care about this. She applied a little force with her hands and the delicate 'milk tofu' broke open, lying soft and tender on the spoon. As she moved, the whole thing swayed like water waves but remained condensed and not dispersed.

When she put it in her mouth, her eyes narrowed with joy.

The sweetness of the double skin milk itself is not too strong, but a little light, but with the rich milk aroma and the delicate and smooth taste, it is really sweet but not greasy, fragrant but not smoky, just right.

Of course, this flavor is for people who don’t like sweets.

Children prefer sweeter food, so scoop some red bean paste into their mouths and put it into their mouths. Use a little force with the tip of your tongue and the soft red bean paste will mix with the milk tofu in your mouth. The sweet taste will make the eater feel happier.

Yan Qiushu ate bite after bite, but the small porcelain bowl was not big and she finished it in a short while. She sighed as if she was not satisfied and wanted to eat more.

But it won’t work. She hasn’t done much for this share, and if the time comes, all the points will be gone.

I can only bear it.

By this time Shui Yu and Nanny Xu had finished their meal, so Yan Qiushu asked Shui Yu to pack the food box and followed her to see Madam Xiao.

Actually, she had lived in the Xiao family for quite a few days, but since Mrs. Xiao seldom went out, she herself seldom went out either. Apart from that one meeting, the two had never met again. However, Shui Yan and Nanny Huang always visited each other, because she always sent food over, and the other party always sent some jewelry or cloth over.

The Xiao Mansion was quite large, and it took Yan Qiushu several minutes to get there.

After entering the yard, he waited for Nanny Huang to report. After a while, Mrs. Xiao, who looked much more energetic than when they first met, appeared before him.

The sallowness on her face had faded a lot, her walking strength had become steadier, and the gloom in her eyes was no longer so severe. Although she was still not a healthy person, she was in better condition.

Mrs. Xiao habitually pursed her lips tightly, but the moment she saw Yan Qiushu, her facial muscles relaxed a lot, and the wrinkles around her lips became less: "Ah Shu."

"Aunt." Yan Qiushu stepped forward with a smile: "I am sorry to bother you on purpose. I happened to bring some red bean double skin milk. Aunt, please try it and see how it tastes."

As she spoke, Shui Yu opened the lunch box and handed one of the portions to her.

Yan Qiushu handed it to Mrs. Xiao, who took it calmly.

She thought it was a flowing liquid, but when she saw the real thing, a trace of surprise flashed across Mrs. Xiao's eyes. Her serious face softened and she praised, "You are really skillful. This dessert is really beautiful."

Yan Qiushu pursed her lips and smiled, looking at her expectantly.

Mrs. Xiao also smiled. Over the past few days, she had come to trust Yan Qiushu's cooking skills, so she scooped a spoonful and brought it directly to her mouth.

When she opened the lid, she smelled the mellow milky aroma, and when she ate it, it was even more milky, just like eating a tender and milky egg. She tasted it carefully and looked at the girl in front of her with a pair of slightly cloudy eyes: "It looks good and tastes good, but you brought it here in person, what's the matter?"

Yan Qiushu scratched her head in embarrassment, leaned next to her, and whispered, "It's like this. Yesterday I made a roasted whole chicken for Dongdong, but the second grandson wanted to compete with Dongdong in eating. He was so angry that he started crying. Although the young lady and General Xiao said that it was okay, I still felt uneasy. Dongdong also felt guilty and thought he had gone too far. He wanted to make it up to his classmate, so I thought about asking my aunt to make some food and send it to the Imperial College so that the children in Dongdong's class can taste it and ease the relationship between the children."

After she finished speaking, she remembered something and added, "I had something to trouble the young lady yesterday, so I couldn't go again, so I came to ask my aunt."

Although Dongdong was promised, the baby was someone else's child after all, and the parents' consent had to be obtained before feeding him. It was impossible to let Yan Qiushu do this, so he had to ask someone else for help.

Mrs. Xiao ate in small bites while listening to what Yan Qiushu said, with a smile in her eyes.

She raised her eyes slightly and could see the little girl staring at her anxiously.

Those eyes seemed to speak, and just looking at them softened one's heart. They revealed a sincerity of complete trust. Children nowadays are so smart, and it is rare to see through them at a glance.

Madam Xiao said softly, "You are thoughtful. The old lady came to pay her respects and told me about this. If we apologized in person, it would be a big deal. But this little thing is just right."

"Thank you, auntie!" Yan Qiushu saw her nod and said happily in a crisp voice.

However, I find Mrs. Xiao's apology somewhat funny. She probably wanted to give the food to the parents first so that the children could have a taste. After all, according to the Xiao family's character, they would not apologize for something that did not involve any direct conflict.

But she does have to do more.

Seeing that the work was done, Yan Qiushu could not wait to run out, saying, "Aunt, I'll go do more first. I heard there are eight children there, and there are many teachers. Dongdong has a friend in the yellow class, so they all have to go, no one can be left out."

"Go ahead." Mrs. Xiao waved her hand with a smile.

Yan Qiushu left quickly.

The next task is quite heavy!

The Three Princes' Palace

Instead, the Third Prince and his wife were discussing this matter.

The Third Prince was very busy yesterday, and it was already late when his son came back from school. He happened to be out for a social event and was not at home. So now, after the morning court session, when he returned to the mansion to rest and take a nap, the Third Prince's wife told him about it.

As a prince, in his impression, his family is the supreme family of this country, and apart from his father and the crown prince, no one else can make him suffer.

So when he heard about this, he shook his sleeves and said calmly, "It's just a matter of asking the Xiao family for a nanny who can cook, and she can cook for the eldest brother, right?"

The Third Prince's wife was shocked by the firm tone for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "Will the Xiao family agree?"

The Third Prince smiled and said, "Why would you disagree? It's not like you want their family's title."

The Third Prince's wife was strangely silent for a moment. Although these words were similar to what she and her son said that day, she always felt that the Xiao family would not be so easy to bully.

Just as she was thinking, the maid beside her came to report: "Madam Xiao's personal attendant, Madam Huang, brought a small gift, saying it was for the Third Prince and the Princess, as compensation for the disrespect shown by her grandson yesterday."

She handed over a food box and said, "This is the gift."

The Third Prince's wife asked, "Are you sure it was Nanny Huang?"

The maid nodded affirmatively: "It's Madam Huang, I won't make a mistake."

The Third Prince's wife looked at her husband subconsciously.

As expected, the Third Prince also showed a puzzled look at this time: "It's just a servant who cooks, why is the Xiao family so nervous? Are they really afraid that Your Highness will settle accounts with me because of the children's play?"

If that were the case, those historians would probably report him to death.

The Third Prince's wife was silent: "It's definitely not for the servants, Your Highness. The one who made Qin'er cry was her own grandson. Even if the Xiao family is a tough guy, they still have to bow their heads in this situation."

The third prince narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled suddenly, and said with a bit of malice: "The Xiao family is a little more tactful than before. Could it be that too many people have died and they are afraid?"

"Who knows." The Third Prince's wife smiled and said, "Your Highness, let's see what this is?"

At her glance, the palace maid immediately opened the food box, and immediately a pleasant sweet aroma hit her nose. After the initial heat, what caught her eye were two porcelain bowls filled with something that looked like steamed eggs.

But unlike steamed egg, this one is pure white, full of milk flavor but without any milky smell, and topped with a ball of red bean paste.

In addition, there were two servings of very good-looking chicken wings, one spicy and one non-spicy.

The palace maid helped to bring out the porcelain bowl, put a spoon on the lid, and whispered, "Madame Huang said this is called red bean double skin milk, you can eat it directly. The chicken wings have been boneless, so you can eat it directly too."

When the Third Prince's wife saw the double skin milk, her eyes lit up and she felt a bit fond of it. She was about to take a closer look and was curious about how it was made, but the Third Prince next to her didn't have such an idea and just picked it up and started eating.

After taking a spoonful, he raised his brows, seeming satisfied, yet somewhat disgusted.

The Third Prince's wife thought it looked good but tasted bad. The next second, he brought the whole bowl to his mouth, scooped a large spoonful and ate it. Then he nodded with satisfaction: "Well, this spoon is so delicate."

The Third Prince’s Consort: “…”

She laughed and took a sip, then exclaimed in praise: "This cook is really smart. No wonder Qin'er was asking for it. It looks good, tastes good, and is novel."

The Third Prince finished the meal in a few bites, smacking his lips as he was still not satisfied. He then went to pick up some chicken wings. Just as the palace maid had said, it had no bones, a thin and crispy crust, and a salty and spicy taste with hints of pepper and numbing. He liked it better than desserts like double skin milk.

After eating, he sighed again: "I really want to ask this cook to come over."

In the academy of Imperial College.

Just after 9 o'clock, the eight children from the enlightenment class quickly came to the cafeteria and sat down to wait for the meal to be served. However, they were a little casual before, but now they were very clearly divided. Even the group with more people looked at the only two people warily, as if they were on guard against something.

Occasionally, the two children's eyes met, and they both snorted coldly and turned away.

The tense atmosphere between them was broken until several palace servants appeared in the cafeteria with the same style of food boxes.

The leading palace maid smiled at the young masters, placed portions of food in front of them, and explained, "These are snacks specially sent by Madam Xiao to serve as extras for you all."

Xiao family?

Everyone subconsciously looked at Dongdong, who had already been together with Zhou Zhaoheng from the Yellow Class, looking forward to what to eat at noon. Dongdong also looked at them blankly, not understanding what was going on.

Didn’t Sister Shu tell him?

And he wants to give his family’s things to the annoying second prince?

Dongdong was about to pout when the palace maid who served him had already opened the food box and placed small and exquisite meals in front of him. There was a sweet and delicious double-skin milk, a salty and sweet honey chicken wings, and crispy and delicious popcorn.

Finally, add a bowl of sour plum soup to relieve the greasiness.

This set meal that has charmed thousands of children successfully made him smile before he could even show his unhappiness: "Wow! Chicken wings! Popcorn! What is this?"

"It's red bean double skin milk, sweet, eat with a spoon." The palace servant handed over the spoon: "The person who came to deliver the food said that Miss Shu made this especially for you. She hopes that you can share any delicious food in the future, so that everyone can eat more."

Dongdong pouted secretly. Who wants to share with them? The little brat who cries when he can't get any food wants him to read with him. He doesn't like that!

Although he complained in his heart, when he ate the food, Dongdong still swung his legs happily and happily, his head shaking, and he was extremely happy.

Suddenly, he noticed that the other students were looking at him. He calmed down a little, coughed lightly, and said in a reserved and somewhat hostile manner:

"You guys eat it, it's delicious, it's made by our sister Shu, especially the chicken wings, I like it the most, she doesn't make it very often, I've only eaten it... three times!"

He tried to raise three fingers, feeling very sad.

Sister Shu said that we shouldn’t eat too many fried foods. Come to think of it, it’s them that are to blame today, right?

Zhou Zhaoqin was somewhat reluctant at first, but seeing his expression improved, he thought it was a good dish, so he reluctantly picked up the chicken wing and ate it. With this bite, his eyes lit up, because the cook at home had also learned this, but it was not as delicious as what the Xiao family made.

No wonder he can’t compare to Xiao Pingzhou!

It turns out it was the chef’s fault!

Zhou Zhaoqin rolled his eyes and said, "You always talk about Sister Shu, who is she? Does she really make delicious food for you every day?"

Dongdong was still quite polite. If someone spoke nicely to him, even if he didn't like her, he would still answer nicely: "No, she is a guest in our house. She said she likes to eat, so she also likes to cook. We have a big oven at home! A lot of delicious food can be made in it. The best one I have ever eaten is grilled lamb chops, but she doesn't let me eat too much..."

Dong Dong was full of complaints when talking about this, but he still boasted a little: "But she made me roasted oranges, roasted chestnuts, roasted corn..."

"Wow!" This time it was the other children who exclaimed in amazement. Although they knew what many things were, they had never experienced eating them in this way. They were drooling for a moment.

I think his oven is a treasure, it can make so many delicious dishes!

Zhou Zhaoqin was also very eager: "Can I go and have a look?"

As soon as he spoke, some of the children following him also said: "I want to go see Sister Shu too!"

"And me, can I go?"

Dong Dong hesitated, but seeing that they were looking at him, he wondered if he didn't agree. Would they cry again? But what if they became addicted and went there every day? Wouldn't they eat all the food in the house?

After all, Sister Shu only cooks a little bit every day, and what others cook is not as delicious as hers.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he said seriously, "I have a birthday in a few days. Last year, grandma invited a lot of people, so I will invite you this year too."

After saying that, he looked expectantly at his true good friend beside him: "Ah Heng, you must come, I'll ask Sister Shu to make you a lot of delicious food!"

Zhou Zhaoheng had been eating. Hearing this, his eyes lit up even more and he nodded vigorously: "Yes! I will definitely go!"