Song Xibai carefully recalled the scene of eating with the Crown Prince and found that he seemed to eat all kinds of dishes.
Aside from not liking ginger, I'm not a picky eater.
"Then let's try them all."
Song Xibai became interested and pulled Dingxiang to get paper, brush, and ink. The two of them started discussing it in hushed tones.
After the snow had mostly stopped, Song Xibai led the palace maids to the small kitchen in the East Palace.
Although it's called a small kitchen, it's actually quite large. Passing through the south corner gate of the east hall, you'll find a long, narrow courtyard. Near the palace wall, a row of three main rooms has been opened up, with white and red tables set up in sequence, and there are six large stoves alone.
The area on the north side, which should have been the main house, was converted into a storeroom due to its small size, storing dried goods from all over the country. In addition, there was an ice cellar underground. As for daily necessities such as rice, flour, oil, and meat, they were stored in the rear building near the south entrance.
There was also a well in the courtyard, from which Song Xibai and his masters usually drew water for drinking and eating. As for water for washing, they drew it from the back.
When Song Xibai heard Fu Liu mention it, he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
That's incredibly meticulous.
When Song Xibai entered the small kitchen, the chefs spotted her immediately and bowed respectfully.
"Your Highness, why are you here at this hour? Is there anything you'd like for lunch? You could have just asked the maids; there's no need for you to come all this way."
The head of the small kitchen was a eunuch in his fifties with a very down-to-earth name: Laifu.
As the Crown Prince's man, Eunuch Lai naturally knew that the person in front of him was the Crown Prince's most beloved, and dared not be careless in the slightest.
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