As time passed, the noise outside grew louder. Yin held her tightly. At the time of the incident, he plugged her ears with earplugs, hoping that the little one would no longer have to think about the noise outside.
"Sisi, it's not over yet?" Qingyan understood that they wanted her to have a peaceful night, and under his gentle coaxing, she still fell asleep.
As dawn broke and the sunlight slowly began to rise, Qingyan opened his eyes. He lay wearily on the edge of the bed, fast asleep. Qingyan quietly moved his body and climbed off the bed.
Stepping out of the cabin, she stretched and stood outside with a stern face. Su Lan approached, her eyes revealing fear.
"Master, there were quite a few things that happened yesterday, and I'm not sure if I should tell you!" The things they bought on the ship were basically destroyed.
Fortunately, they managed to pack most of the food and place it at the rear of the main cabin. However, the ship that provided food and drink for the imperial ship sank, and food became scarce instantly.
"The ships used as imperial kitchens have fallen silent?" Qingyan's eyes widened.
OMG!
She wanted to slap herself; she was such a jinx. She said something last night, and today all these problems came to pass.
"What should we do about breakfast?" Qingyan pondered, knowing that their consumption here would definitely not be enough to replenish at the next stop.
"We've sent quite a bit of breakfast to our masters." Su Lan smiled bitterly. The things the masters bought weren't enough for them. In addition, Qing Yan also had to take care of the food for Fei Yanggu and his two sons. With a large group of people marrying into the family, there would definitely be more trouble.
"How much stuff do we have left?" Qingyan brought a lot of things from the grasslands and bought a lot more yesterday. This should last us for a while.
Su Lan did the math and told her the approximate quantity.
"My lady, guards have been dispatched to each ship, so please be careful what you say!" Su Lan repeatedly instructed Qing Yan, hoping that she would speak with more ambition.
She stuck out her tongue; she needed to be more careful to avoid being talked about.
"When did you leave?" Qingyan asked quickly when she returned home and found Yin sitting by the bed.
Su Lan only said that men in black had attacked, and said nothing else.
Men in black attack!
From the capital to the grasslands, and then to Jiangnan, I encountered men in black every time I traveled along the way.
Now, she hates those three words the most.
"Fourth Brother, I have the right to know the truth!" Qingyan pouted. "We don't have enough food reserves, and on top of that, one of the Imperial Kitchen's ships sank. Shouldn't we dock as soon as possible?"
Yin frowned, somewhat hesitant. His father had told him that they could not dock for at least three days, meaning that Yin's small kitchen and the supplies he wore would have to provide three meals a day for three days.
"Our fleet will dock in three days. We'll have to take turns preparing our meals for these three days," Yin told Qingyan. "Today it's our turn, and tomorrow it'll be my elder brother's turn."
"Eldest Prince, prepare the small kitchen tomorrow." Last night, Kangxi told the two brothers that before the boat docked, Kangxi and Consort Tong's breakfast would be prepared by the two of them.
Yin took Qingyan's little hand and led her to sit down at the dining table.
"Fourth Brother, we've made all the preparations, but all the servants in the Imperial Kitchen have sunk?" Qingyan asked, puzzled.
"The Imperial Kitchen's ship was at the very back of the procession, and those people destroyed that ship first. Before the ship even sank, all the Imperial Chefs were wiped out." Yin was very regretful. He had specifically asked his father, the Emperor, for the two head chefs in his own small kitchen before leaving the grasslands, not wanting Qingyan to have to go to the Imperial Kitchen's ship to get a snack.
Now, he was glad he had hired a cook; otherwise, how could he satisfy the Emperor? There would be some problems with Yinzhi.
Last night, as soon as Kangxi's order came down, Yin pulled her aside and talked to her. Fortunately, the only remaining chef in the imperial kitchen was still in Yin's lineage. As the eldest son, it would be a loss of face to ask Yin for someone from his own hands.
"Fourth Prince, I understand. Today, once we've finished our meal, let him go to the First Prince's place and write down what Father Emperor is forbidden to eat before he leaves." Qingyan frowned. "I'll make the meal list. Sulan's cooking skills are quite good. It's different for the First Prince's place. Most of the maids around my sister-in-law are pastry makers. If it's a cooking competition, none of them can compare to Sulan."
Seeing Yin's predicament, Qingyan immediately displayed her noble character by sending the head chef from the imperial kitchen over. Coincidentally, she didn't have much food left, and those things couldn't be prepared using conventional methods.
“Yes, that’s what I said too!” Yin led Qingyan out to the cabin, where a sumptuous meal was laid out on the table, including fish cakes and rice noodle rolls.
After breakfast, Yin left with the servants from the imperial kitchen. Qingyan rested her chin on her hand, looking at the situation outside. On the right side, two more boats had appeared.
"Sulan, when did those two ships arrive?" Qingyan felt something was off, so he got up and walked out of the cabin, tilting his head to look around. Sure enough, from the imperial carriage to their ship, each ship was surrounded by two additional guard fleets.
Su Lan looked at them; they weren't there last night, and she hadn't noticed them when she brought breakfast earlier.
"Master, they must have just arrived." Su Lan was a little worried. Her master had sent the head chef to the First Prince's ship. What should they do?
Qingyan took the list written by the imperial chef from her hand, and her heart sank again. Although there were still some ingredients, it would be enough to make more than a dozen dishes according to the requirements. Yin's small kitchen and theirs would each be responsible for two days to complete the task.
"Sulan, let's see if we can meet the requirements here as much as possible. How much flour do we have left?" She was a little troubled. Fortunately, the servants' provisions were stored on the ships, otherwise they would have had to stop immediately.
The identities of the men in black have not yet been revealed, but Yin must know them; otherwise, he wouldn't have been hugging himself tightly as he fell asleep.
"Little darling, go back first!" Qingyan frowned. "You also need to make a list of the lunch menu!"
Yin felt a headache coming on; it was simply too difficult to maintain a perfect record for two days.
"Sulan, go downstairs and prepare the braised duck soup." Qingyan gave the order directly. Yin frowned, pondering how to inform Qingyan.
Once there was no one else in the inner cabin, Yin finally relaxed, but then a sudden tightness gripped his heart.
"Little darling, try your best to ensure we have enough to eat on the imperial ship. As long as we have enough to eat, that's fine!" Yin sighed and said it anyway.
What?!
Qingyan looked up at Yin in confusion. Why reduce it? (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)
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