Chapter 179 This King is Always Worried About You...
Hearing this, Zhao Mingde thought for a moment and agreed: "Okay, Your Excellency is right, I won't say anything."
Yun Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief and added, "Not only that, you also have to help me tell the people in the kitchen so that they don't reveal the truth."
Zhao Mingde nodded again without hesitation: "Don't worry, I will tell them not to spread it."
At this point, Yun Qingshi was completely relieved and went into the kitchen with peace of mind to find the chef who specialized in making pastries.
It all depends on this master to make the cake and teach him how to make longevity noodles.
Yun Qingshi first told the pastry chef about the general shape and components of the cake. He racked his brains and talked for a long time, but he didn't know whether the other party really understood it. In short, the other party said that he would help him study it tonight, and would try to make a small one for him tomorrow to see if it works.
After discussing the cake, Yun Qingshi began to learn how to make longevity noodles.
He knew his own level, so he didn't hold out much hope.
But unexpectedly, just the step of kneading the dough stumped him.
After trying several times without success, Yun Qingshi decisively gave up this step and prepared to use the ready-made dough kneaded by others.
He then began to learn how to roll noodles...
In this way, after working for more than two hours, Yun Qingshi finally simplified the steps of making longevity noodles and only the step of boiling the noodles remained.
The rest is done by the pastry chef. He just needs to cook the noodles in the pot and then take them out.
So, after finishing his studies, Yun Qingshi clapped his hands and prepared to go back.
Although he didn't do much, he was still personally involved.
Yun Qingshi really tried his best, but it was hard to say when it came to talent. He was indeed not suitable for the kitchen.
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Yun Qingshi originally thought that while it was still early, he would go back and wash himself first.
Although he didn't look in the mirror, one could guess that his face must not be very clean.
But what was unexpected was that it was only afternoon and Prince Xiao, who said he would come back later, had already returned to the bedroom.
In Yian Palace, seeing Yun Qingshi coming back, Xiao Jiwu stood up and walked towards the young man. He wanted to ask the young man where he had been, but when he got closer and took a look, Prince Xiao was stunned on the spot.
As for Yun Qingshi, he had subconsciously put the back of his hand covered in flour behind his back.
But he could hide his hands but not his face...
Yun Qingshi felt awkward and bit her lip before asking, "Didn't you say you'd be back later?"
Xiao Jiwu asked softly, "Isn't it too late?"
Yun Qingshi: ...
The sun hasn't even set yet, how late is it...
Yun Qingshi was also convinced.
Xiao Jiwu, with a helpless look on his face, led the person into the bedroom. After instructing Zhao Mingde to prepare warm water and a towel, he took Yun Qingshi to sit on a stool and asked, "Did you go to the kitchen?"
He was covered in evidence and obviously couldn't deny it, so Yun Qingshi had no choice but to nod and admit the fact.
Zhao Mingde had already brought water. Prince Xiao took the wet handkerchief and began to wipe off the flour and black ash that had gotten on the boy's cheeks bit by bit.
The man's hands kept moving, but his words were filled with worry. "Look, you can ask the kitchen to make whatever you want. You're getting all dusty, be careful not to hurt yourself again."
Yun Qingshi shook his head nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'm not a three-year-old child. How could I get hurt just by going to the kitchen? Besides, my martial arts skills are so powerful."
He then rolled his eyes and continued, "Besides, I'm idle anyway, so I want to find something to do, otherwise it's too boring..."
Since Yun Qingshi had said so, Xiao Jiwu stopped trying to stop him. He just reminded him worriedly, "Then you must be careful and don't get burned by the fire. You've forgotten so many things. Even if you have great skills, I'm still worried about you."
Having successfully gotten away with it once again, Yun Qingshi quickly nodded in agreement: "I know, I know, don't worry."
Hearing this, Prince Xiao sighed and continued to wipe the flour off the boy's face...
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The next day, Yun Qingshi woke up early, which was rare. When Xiao Jiwu got up to prepare for court, he also woke up, but he pretended not to wake up. He only got out of bed after Xiao Jiwu left.
The sky was still pitch black.
Yun Qingshi then asked Changshun to bring in some water. After washing up and putting on an outer robe, he went to the desk and began to prepare.
This painting was to be given as a gift, so Yun Qingshi treated it very seriously.
And since he failed so badly at making longevity noodles, he could only put more effort into painting.
He first selected the various colors of ink he wanted to use and ground them one by one and prepared them beside him. Then he picked out the rice paper and flattened it with a paperweight. He thought about it again in his mind before he started writing very carefully.
With just a few strokes, he sketched out the general outline, then carved it in detail, and finally added color.
But after the painting was almost finished, Yun Qingshi felt sorry for Xiao Jiwu who was all alone in the painting. After thinking about it, he picked up the pen again and added a Bai Ze next to him.
So, it looks much better.
He was also very serious when coloring, and he was especially careful when drawing Xiao Jiwu's heterochromia.
After writing down the congratulatory speech he had thought of yesterday, Yun Qingshi thought for a moment and then wrote the signature.
【May you live a thousand years, and may spring come to you every year.】
【Zhaode Jisi Early Winter Shadow Eleven】
After all, he couldn't write about Yun Qingshi.
It was like he couldn't stay here forever.
That's enough.
Yun Qingshi checked and found no problems, then blew on the ink to make it dry faster. He let the painting air dry first and then went to find a box to put the painting in.
Finally, Yun Qingshi discovered that the long brocade box used to hold the string of jade Buddhist beads was just the right size. After removing the cushion inside, it was just the right size to hold the painting.
Just as he put the painting away, someone knocked on the door of the palace. Yun Qingshi, puzzled, quickly hid the painting in the cabinet and then went to open the door.
It was Zhao Mingde, holding a food box in his hand.
Zhao Mingde quickly whispered, "This was made overnight by Master Liu. He had it sent to you for your inspection. If there are no problems, we'll make it to a larger size."
Is the cake ready?
Yun Qingshi took the food box with curiosity, entered the bedroom and opened it, and was immediately surprised.
Zhao Mingde also followed him into the hall and asked in confusion, "Is this the cake that the Master was talking about?"
Yun Qingshi nodded: "Yes."
Of course, it is not as exquisite as modern cakes, and there is no cream, but it is similar enough.
There was also a spoon in the food box. Yun Qingshi scooped out a little to taste it and found it was really good.
Below is a layer of soft osmanthus cake, topped with fruits, drizzled with honey and sprinkled with icing sugar.
Yun Qingshi nodded in satisfaction, told Zhao Mingde to report to the noodle chef, and then went back to lie down on the couch.
He still wasn't used to getting up so early, so now that he was done with his work, he planned to catch up on some sleep...
(After Prince Xiao’s birthday, the plot of Qing Shi’s escape will begin. It’s the last calm before the storm. Oh, I suddenly feel so pitiful for Prince Xiao…)
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