Chapter 125: Appearance is determined by the heart
"Everyone stand up."
"Thank you, Princess."
"lead the way."
When they arrived at the second gate, Song Yu, Cheng Qingmeng, and Jiang Shiyun came to greet them with a group of maids.
“I’ve seen it…”
"Stop it now." Princess Anyang quickly excused them from their formalities. "Today I'm here to taste Miss Song's cooking. You won't let me down, will you?"
Song Yu smiled and said, "My cooking skills are just boasts from my two cousins. Princess, please don't take them seriously. If the food doesn't taste good, don't blame me."
Princess Anyang smiled and said, "I don't believe it. Your mother is a first-rank noblewoman. Her cooking skills were first-rate back then. I only ate 70% full for breakfast. Take me to try it."
"Okay, this way please."
"Hello, Princess Sister." Wen Nuo suddenly came out from behind Princess Anyang and bent down most of his body.
"Hurry up and get up." Princess Anyang helped him up. Seeing his flushed face, she couldn't help but smile. "Where did you come from?"
"I...I ran here from the Wen Mansion."
"Ha... your short legs are quite capable of running. You arrived just in time. You're in for a treat."
Li Yuejiao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wen Nuo successfully followed Princess Anyang to Furong Garden.
That was close!
If it were any other princess, my son would have been waiting to be slapped in the face.
I must not let my son be so reckless next time.
"Madam Wen, my wife and my eldest aunt are currently accompanying my youngest aunt in Zhichun Garden. Please come this way."
When they arrived at the flower hall, Wen Nuo couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he saw a table full of delicious pastries.
Fortunately, he is here!
Otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life, as the table would be full of his favorite foods.
Princess Anyang smelled the faint sweet scent and knew her trip was not in vain.
"Miss Song, did you do all this by yourself?"
"And cousins Meng and Yun."
Cheng Qingmeng said, "Princess, my cousin and I were just helping out. My cousin cooked everything by herself."
She made a peony shape yesterday, but it was deformed when it was steamed and she ate it a long time ago.
I don’t know how my cousin did it. Not only did it not deform, but it also bloomed, and when steamed it looked like a real peony.
Song Yu doesn't make any special pastries, they are all common ones.
It’s just that the products are more pleasing to the eye than those sold in shops outside.
Princess Anyang looked at the large plate of peony fruit cake in front of her and was amazed.
This one looks much better than the ones made by Mingyue Tower, it looks like a real peony.
"Miss Song, I didn't expect you could make peony fruit cake?"
Jiang Shiyun hurriedly said, "Sister Princess, you don't know this, but this peony fruit cake was made by my eldest aunt. The peony fruit cakes sold in counties across the south now all learned how to make it from my mother."
Princess Anyang was a little surprised. "Does this mean that the master chef in Yue Tower also learned from your mother?"
Song Yu shook his head slightly. "My mother only shared the recipe with a well-known local restaurant. As for which chef the chef at Mingyue Tower learned it from, I don't know."
It is not convenient to disclose the grievances between the three of them and the Wu and Song families for the time being.
Now that Song Rui has come to the capital, I wonder if he has set his sights on Princess Anyang?
It is unlikely that Princess Anyang would fall in love with Song Rui at first sight, right?
"Then I'd like to taste it carefully."
Princess Anyang washed her hands, picked up a piece, and took a light bite.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she took another bite until she finished the whole piece of peony fruit cake. "This tastes better than the one from Mingyue Tower. I wonder how your mother's tastes?"
Wen Nuo smacked his lips and said, "I've eaten it before. Aunt Song's cooking is delicious, but my sister is even better than her."
Princess Anyang: "Leave two of the peony fruit cakes for me to take home. Try the rest now, don't just stand there and watch."
Wen Nuo was the first to pick up the peony fruit cake and took a big bite. After a moment, he turned his head to look at Song Yu.
Song Yu poured a cup of fruit tea for Princess Anyang with a calm expression, "Princess, it will taste better with fruit tea..."
"Miss Song, you really know how to eat."
Wen Nuo picked up another piece of jade cheese cake, and the taste was surprisingly worse.
At this time, Jiang Shiyun and Cheng Qingmeng looked at Song Yu at the same time.
No way?
Why did my cousin’s cooking skills deteriorate in such a short time?
This time the peony fruit cake tastes obviously worse than last time.
It seems that I can no longer brag about my cousin’s cooking skills in public.
What if my cousin gets unhappy and makes the food taste terrible?
Cheng Qingmeng quickly figured out that her cousin was hiding her incompetence.
If she hadn't discovered the medical skills back then, she definitely wouldn't have known about it.
My cousin is really smart. After all, she will use her unique skills to crush all the noble ladies during the big exam.
"Miss Song, how effective is the Jade Dew Ointment? Is it effective for your burns?"
Song Yu said, "Thank you, Princess, for the gift. The Jade Dew Cream is indeed effective."
Princess Anyang was delighted. "In half a month, I will hold an autumn banquet in my mansion and invite the noble ladies of the capital to attend. I will introduce my good sisters to you. They will like you as much as I do. Can you take off your mask and come to the banquet in half a month?"
Cheng Qingmeng frowned. Doesn't that mean she should introduce Du Zhihuan to her cousin?
Even though Du Zhihuan will be very successful in the future and be second to none, she still doesn't like it and just hates Du Zhihuan!
However, if Du Zhihuan became good friends with her cousin, no one in the capital would dare to bully her in the future.
However, Du Zhihuan, who is so conceited and arrogant, may not look down on my cousin.
"Thank you for your kindness, Princess. I'm afraid half a month won't be enough. It'll probably take at least a year and a half. My face isn't just burned in places, even the areas covered by the mask are burned. I... I won't go to the Autumn Banquet. There are so many people around, and I... I'm shy. I'll wait until I'm better before attending the banquet hosted by the Princess. Okay?"
She doesn't have the time to make friends with the noble ladies in Beijing.
There is someone watching her behind the scenes, maybe looking for an opportunity to attack her!
It is best to take action at an autumn banquet when there are many people and eyes.
And I haven't finished my aunt's work yet.
Cheng Qingmeng and Jiang Shiyun felt even more distressed for Song Yu after hearing this.
Such a large area was burned!
Wen Nuo sipped his fruit tea and thought, Sister, your lies will be exposed the day you take off your mask.
Princess Anyang felt very sympathetic towards Song Yu's situation and didn't want to make things difficult for her.
"Well, once you've recovered, I'll arrange a party to introduce you to my good sisters."
Princess Anyang did not have lunch at the Jiang Mansion. She packed up some peony fruit cakes, jade cheese cakes and other cakes and hurried back to Prince Rui's Mansion.
"Father, this is a cake made by Jiang Yunwan's daughter herself. This peony fruit cake is especially original to Jiang Yunwan. It is said that Song Yu's cooking skills have surpassed his master."
Prince Rui was astonished and quickly took a small piece from each portion to taste. "Not bad, not only does it taste good, but it also looks exactly like what Jiang Yunwan made back then. Are you sure it was made by Song Yu, and not Jiang Yunwan?"
"How is that possible? Song Yu still wants to go to Chaofeng Palace Academy. Without some skills, he will definitely not pass the entrance exam. Father, you take your time to think about it. I will leave first."
After Princess Anyang left, Prince Rui put all the cakes back into the food box and carried the food box to Prince Cheng's mansion.
"Brother Wang, what brings you here?"
A handsome man with a noble and elegant temperament looked at Prince Rui in surprise.
Prince Rui patted the food box and said with a smile, "I brought you some delicious food. This is what Anyang brought back from the Jiang Mansion."
Upon hearing this, King Cheng snatched the food box, opened it, and said excitedly, "This...did she make this?"
"It's her daughter."
Jiang Yunshu has been sleeping more recently and did not go to the dining hall for lunch. Cheng Qingmeng stayed with her in Zhichun Garden.
"Princess Anyang didn't stay for lunch?"
"No, I brought the cakes made by my cousin back to Prince Rui's Mansion. I saw that she was very happy."
Jiang Yunshu remembered something. "I'm afraid she didn't just come to the Jiang Mansion this time. Did she mention your aunt's cooking skills?"
"Just so you know, Cousin Yun said that my cousin's cooking skills are even better than mine, so Princess Anyang suggested leaving two peony fruit cakes to take away. Anyway, she'll take two of each for her father to eat."
I'm afraid King Rui will give it to King Cheng. Well, things have changed.
"Mother, if my eldest brother were still alive, would he look like you?"
Cheng Qingmeng suddenly said this, and Jiang Yunshu looked puzzled, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"I just suddenly thought of my eldest brother. If he hadn't died young, he would have looked more like mother."
"Of course, most sons resemble their mothers. Your brother will also look more like me."
"Humph! If I'm not happy, I look like a scumbag dad!"
Jiang Yunshu frowned, "What did you say? Scumbag dad?"
"It was a slip of the tongue. I said it wrong. It was my dad."
"Why don't you want to look like your dad?"
"I want to look more like you, just like my older brother and younger brother."
Jiang Yunshu smiled and said, "Appearance can be changed. Appearance is determined by the heart. If you think about me every day, you will naturally look more and more like mother. Also, girls change a lot when they grow up. When you are eighteen, look carefully in the mirror again and you will find that you look more like mother."
"Mom, are you trying to coax me?"
"I'm not kidding you, you can try."
"Then I'll try."
Cheng Qingmeng was anxious to see the roster, so after coaxing Jiang Yunshu to sleep, she went to Furong Garden.
Cheng Qingmeng spent the whole afternoon with the roster in his mind, and he absent-mindedly followed Song Yu, Wen Nuo, and Jiang Shiyun in practicing calligraphy.
At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Song Mingen entered Furong Garden with a booklet in his hand, and Cheng Qingmeng's troubled heart finally calmed down.
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