Looking at the tightly closed gates of Qianhua Palace, Yuan Yao was very puzzled: "Father, why won't you let Yao'er go out?"
The Ninth Prince took two steps forward and scooped her up with one hand: "I heard that you've been having Yu'er make something called 'yogurt' lately?"
Does the yogurt have anything to do with her going to see Yunchan?
Yuan Yao puffed out her cheeks and obediently replied, "Yes, the yogurt is ready. I had Yu'er put it in the icebox, and I plan to let Father try it tonight."
Yun Chan!
The focus now is on Yunchan, who is sick. The yogurt is in the kitchen; it won't run away!
well……
Yuan Yao was extremely anxious.
The Ninth Prince frowned slightly, a hint of coldness in his narrow eyes: "Yuan Yao."
Yuan Yao...
Father actually called her by her full name?
Father is angry!
When the Ninth Prince gets angry, the consequences are terrible!
Yuan Yao was startled.
She stretched out her little arms, hugged the Ninth Prince's neck, and rubbed against him pitifully: "Father, don't be angry, Yao'er won't go."
At worst, she could sneak off to Chaoyun Palace another day when the Ninth Prince was away...
The Ninth Prince glanced at the rolling dark clouds and pinched the bun on her head: "Look at the sky, a storm is coming. Be good and don't worry your father, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao looked up.
Dark clouds loomed over the city, and a fierce wind howled.
It seems she misunderstood her father's meaning.
Father didn't mean to stop her from seeing Yun Chan; it's just that the weather was too bad, and he was worried that she might be in danger if she went out.
Thinking of this, Yuan Yao hugged the Ninth Prince tightly and said softly, "Father, it's going to rain soon, let's go back."
Yunchan, you have to hold on!
I'll come see you when the rain stops!
As soon as the father and daughter stepped into the Moonflower Palace, a torrential downpour began.
The rain was mixed with hail.
The Ninth Prince stood on the stone steps outside the palace gate, his face solemn.
The junior eunuch beside him, observing the situation, said, "This is the first heavy rain since the beginning of summer. There may be flooding this year..."
When Yuan Yao returned from the kitchen, he heard the words "flood".
She had Danqing set out the food, then walked over to the Ninth Prince and tugged at his outer robe: "Father, the yogurt you mentioned, Yao'er went and had someone get some. Would you like to try some?"
The Ninth Prince withdrew his gaze and smiled, "Alright."
His voice was soft and gentle.
Holding her hand, the young man led her to the soft chair. The Ninth Prince placed Yuan Yao on the chair before looking at the desserts on the table.
In the pale green celadon bowl, the milky white yogurt is smooth, delicate, soft, and bouncy, topped with a few bright red cherries.
Yuan Yao pushed the bowl toward the Ninth Prince: "Father, try it quickly!"
Her little face was full of anticipation.
This is yogurt that I just made this afternoon. I put it in the icebox and chilled it for a while. The taste should be just right.
The Ninth Prince picked up a spoon, gently scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.
The next moment, he narrowed his eyes.
"Father, how is it?" Yuan Yao asked excitedly.
In fact, she had already tasted it as soon as she went to the kitchen.
Yu'er is skillful; she only failed once before making delicious yogurt...
Then, the Ninth Prince scooped up another spoonful and put it in his mouth.
After a moment, he replied, "Very good."
Yuan Yao exclaimed happily, "So, Father likes sweet and sour things!"
On previous occasions, the Ninth Prince would eat some sweet desserts, but not much. This time, however, he actually said "very good."
Yuan Yao was greatly encouraged.
Now that she had the yogurt, she needed to get Yu'er and the others to think of ways to work with the heavy cream and butter...
However, since the Ninth Prince likes it, she decided to ask Yu'er to make a yogurt cake for her!
Seeing the heavy rain outside the palace, they decided to do it without hesitation.
Yuan Yao lifted her little skirt and said to the Ninth Prince in a childish voice, "Daddy, Yao'er is going to the kitchen. Daddy, wait a little longer and we can have dinner."
"Go." The Ninth Prince smiled.
Yuan Yao smiled and gave the Ninth Prince a kiss on the neck before happily running towards the kitchen.
Danqing followed behind, saying, "Princess, slow down, be careful not to fall..."
Inside the main hall.
A dark shadow silently descended.
The Ninth Prince held a jade spoon, slowly stirring the yogurt in his bowl, and asked in a calm voice, "How is the matter?"
The dark figure said, "Everything is within the Lord's control."
"Yes, go ahead," the Ninth Prince replied.
Soon, the dark figure disappeared from the main hall.
Dining room.
Two large basins of yogurt and stacks of small bowls were laid out on the table.
A long queue had already formed outside the kitchen.
Yuan Yao instructed Danqing to distribute the yogurt to the cooks and palace servants, while she taught Yu'er how to make a yogurt cake.
Yu'er was whipping egg whites with three chopsticks.
Beside them, Yu'er's two young apprentices, following Yuan Yao's instructions, fetched milk and began separating the oil and water to prepare for refining butter...
Yuan Yao sat on a soft chair, watching the people working diligently by hand, and couldn't help but sigh—
The development of industrial civilization is really important!
I miss the days when we had airplanes, high-speed trains, computers, and mobile phones...
Yuan Yao was so bored sitting there that she decided to wander around the kitchen, searching everywhere.
After searching for a long time, she found a tea canister.
She held the small tea canister, reached out to open it, brought it close to her nose, and took a sniff.
Um?
black tea?
I'm making the yogurt cake, and maybe I should also make milk tea?
Why didn't she think of making milk tea earlier?
Her caramel milk tea, her Four Seasons Spring tea...
Her happy and joyful 21st century...
"Waaah..."
Yuan Yao let out a soft, childish sob.
After Danqing finished distributing yogurt to the palace servants, she saw Yuanyao holding a jar and sobbing.
Danqing was startled: "Princess, what's wrong?"
"Nothing happened to me!"
Yuan Yao looked up, her eyes dark and bright, full of innocence.
Danqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu'er and the others were busy for an hour.
The yogurt cake turned out great, but the whipped cream... was a disaster!
Looking at the milk that her two disciples had made a mess of, Yu'er shook her head and said, "Tomorrow, I'll try making it myself."
The palace servants brought out the food, and Yuan Yao personally carried out a small cake as they walked down the long corridor.
Dark clouds loomed overhead, and heavy rain poured down.
The orange palace lanterns under the eaves were blurred by the mist.
Danqing glanced at the sky and said worriedly, "I hope there won't be any floods this year, otherwise His Majesty will have to travel around again..."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao's face gradually turned worried.
Perhaps because of the torrential rain, the Ninth Prince barely ate any food, but he did eat a small piece of yogurt cake.
After finishing the meal, he praised it as usual: "The sweet and sour taste is just right, the texture is smooth and delicate, and the flavor is acceptable."
Yuan Yao said happily, "I'm glad Father is happy!"
The Ninth Prince wiped his lips, glanced at the night outside, and stood up: "Little Yao'er, Father is going to the side hall to handle some official business. You go to sleep first."
Yuan Yao smiled sweetly and obediently: "Yao'er will go to sleep obediently, but Daddy, please don't stay up too late!"
"good."
The Nine Thousand Years Old was gone for one night.
As dawn broke, someone knocked on the gates of Qianhua Palace.
Yuan Yao was half asleep when she heard someone shout in a shrill voice, "Assassins have entered Chaoyun Palace! Almost everyone in Chaoyun Palace is dead..."
Chaoyun Palace?
They're all dead?
Which palace is Chaoyun Palace?
Clouds murmur!
Yuan Yao rolled over, then sat up abruptly, panting heavily: "Someone come here!"
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