Jiaming lowered her head, looked down, and responded softly, "Mm."
Where the Fourth Master couldn't see, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.
Ultimately, no matter how much her child was pampered by him, how much she was loved because of him, and how good the master was to her, she was not as important as the eldest prince, Honghui.
But you want her to just put up with it?
Endure, huh? I'll endure. But, Jiaming thought to herself, even if I endure, they won't have an easy time.
Then, she raised her eyes, her gaze clear, and smiled, "However, my lord, you must grant me one request."
Fourth Master thought Jiaming was still somewhat annoyed, so she was making demands to make up for it. He nodded and agreed, "Go ahead."
Jiaming: "I have taught my unique cooking skills to others, but they are only for making food for the First Prince. I am very stingy and cannot share them for business purposes. If they are to be sold, they can only be reserved for Xuan'er and Jing'er."
Fourth Master was taken aback; he hadn't expected Jiaming to bring this up.
However, that makes sense. It originally belonged to the Guarjia clan and was equivalent to a woman's dowry. In the future, it would be left to Xuan'er and Jing'er.
But the thought that he had essentially taken away Guarjia's dowry made the Fourth Prince's expression turn sour.
Seeing the Fourth Master's expression, Jiaming's mood finally improved.
"My lord, don't think too much about it. After all, it was Hongxuan who suggested it, and I agreed. However, you must remember the conditions you promised me."
Fourth Master's expression was still not good, but he still remembered the conditions he had promised Jiaming.
That night, Fourth Master spent the night unloading at Jiaming House.
The next morning, Hongjing woke up and came out. He was so surprised and delighted to see his father!
After washing up, the father and son practiced boxing together in an open space in the yard, while Jiaming carried a watering can to water the flowers and plants.
By the time the father and son finished punching each other, Jiaming's watering activity was also over.
After wiping his hands and having breakfast, the Fourth Master left.
Jiaming started teaching Hongjing to recognize characters and do arithmetic. After the little guy couldn't sit still, they played together for a while, and it was almost time for her to prepare lunch.
Because when the master left in the morning, he mentioned that he would instruct Gao Wuyong to inform the Fujin (wife of the princess), so he prepared to send someone to Taoyuan at lunchtime.
Therefore, she was not surprised at all when Hongtao came in to report that Yao Huang from the Fujin's courtyard had arrived.
"Let them in!" Jiaming sneered and ordered.
Why was her master's attitude so bad? Hongtao was a little surprised, but now was not the time to ask. She immediately obeyed the order and went out, bringing Yao Huang and the others in.
When she came in again, Hearts was surprised.
At the head of the table, Jiaming, a little girl, had a smile on her face and gentle eyes.
Yao and Huang were surprised, but their hearts skipped a beat.
Suppressing her unease, Yao Huang led the cooks to greet Jia Ming. Then, she introduced the people who had come with her to Jia Ming, who was seated at the head of the table, "This is Yao Shi, the one who is learning cooking from you, Consort Yao."
As they spoke, Yao Huang took the opportunity to carefully observe Jia Ming's expression. He saw that Jia Ming had a baby face with a simple smile on her face, showing no signs of anger or annoyance.
The finest tea served at the head of the table made her senses so keen that she could clearly feel herself being secretly observed.
"Let's observe," she thought to herself with a slight scoff. "Didn't Master tell me to endure it last night?"
Yes, she endured it, her expression remained unchanged.
But Yao Huang felt uneasy looking at her like this.
Consort Guarjia should have been angry, upset, and given him the cold shoulder; she shouldn't have been so gentle with him.
Something was definitely fishy. Alarm bells rang in my mind, and the pressure increased sharply. I was even more determined to keep a close eye on that cook and not let her be won over by others. Also, I had to keep an eye on Taoyuan, especially on Consort Guarjia. I couldn't let her do anything bad.
Shangshou Jiaming looked at Yao Huang on the ground, his body tense, his guarded expression revealing a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Great, that's it!
She quickly suppressed her smile, then turned and instructed, "Xiao Hezi, Lvliu, you two stay here to look after Fifth Prince. Hongtao, you go with him to the small kitchen."
Then, she patted Hongjing's fluffy head and said, "What do you want to eat? Mother will make it for you later."
Hongjing wanted to eat too many things, and with his fourth brother and father not around, the absence of two people to order meant that at least four other dishes he wanted to try were missing. So, he hesitated.
Jiaming didn't urge her, and sure enough, she didn't have to wait long.
Hongjing pursed his lips, made a decision, and immediately ordered two dishes.
"Then Mother went to the small kitchen!" Jiaming said, standing up and leading Yao Huang and the cook outside.
In the small kitchen, Yao Huang was on edge, his eyes wide, watching Jia Ming and the cook's every move and word.
The cook felt uncomfortable being stared at so intently.
But Jiaming was different; every word and action she took was incredibly natural.
He cooked while teaching the cook.
The chef herself enjoyed studying culinary arts, and what Jiaming taught her was something she had never thought of before, especially the chef's exclusive ingredient recipes, which piqued her interest.
Once you get interested, you gradually become engrossed in it, and before you know it, you've forgotten how uncomfortable you feel being watched so closely.
Jiaming taught diligently and did not do anything inappropriate. The cook also learned seriously and had no other bad intentions.
She made four dishes in total: two from Hongjing Scenic Area, two that she wanted to eat that day, and then she made a dessert.
As usual, she taught the cook how to make desserts, still using her own unique recipe.
Soon, the two of them finished what they had prepared, and Jiaming tasted the four dishes and desserts made by Chef Yao in turn.
Each dish was tasted, and each dish was evaluated. Chef Yao was given some suggestions, and then she was also allowed to taste her own cooking and compare it with her own.
After tasting it, Chef Yao realized that her cooking was indeed different from that of the concubine's. So she listened more carefully to Jiaming's evaluation and suggestions.
This was exactly what Yao and Huang had been hoping for.
However, even if things actually turned out this way, she didn't feel at ease.
On the contrary, she became increasingly uneasy, her nerves tense, and she dared not move her eyes, which were fixed on Jiaming and the cook.
I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, I might overlook something.
But staring at it like that without blinking for so long is really uncomfortable for my eyes.
When Jiaming caught a glimpse of Yao Huang like this, she lowered her eyes, a smile quickly flashing across them, followed by a hint of regret.
Unfortunately, with the dishes and desserts all prepared, today's cooking lesson has to end here.
However, the thought of continuing tomorrow made her raise her eyes, her gaze seemingly sweeping over Yao Huang as if it were normal, and a little thrill ran through her heart.
However, her expression remained unchanged, and she calmly smiled and said, "Alright, Miss Yao, please bring Chef Yao over again tomorrow, at the same time as today."
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Consort Guarjia, but I have a favor to ask."
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