Chapter 10 The Recipe of Something Wrong with Jin'er (revised) Something Wrong with Jin'er is right...

"Meet...meet the general?"

Chunxiang stuttered as she spoke, and the bowl of braised pork in her hand suddenly became a hot potato.

The flag officer thought she was so happy that she was stupid, and said expressionlessly: "Let's go."

"Eh...wait..."

Chunxiang was really like a dumb person eating bitter herbs.

As soon as she spoke, the flag officer glared at her. The flag officer looked fierce and evil, standing there like an iron tower. Chunxiang looked at the sword hanging on his waist, her heart beating like a drum, and she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. If she

admitted that she had falsely claimed the credit now, she might lose her head. If she followed him honestly to meet the general, maybe she could get away with it.

Chunxiang smiled and said, "Sir, I'll go in and put this bowl of braised pork there first."

The flag officer said coldly, "Hurry up."

Chunxiang brought a bowl of braised pork into the house. The aroma immediately attracted many women to look over. The ones who were closest to her immediately surrounded her and said, "Sister Chunxiang, where did you get the braised pork?"

"It must be another general who has fallen for our sister Chunxiang!"

Chunxiang listened to these flattering words, and the uneasiness in her heart was slowly replaced by vanity. But she was still afraid of being exposed, and she had no appetite for the braised pork that had aroused her greed before.

She distributed the braised pork to the women who surrounded her and acted generously, "I brought it back for you."

The women couldn't help but say a lot of flattering words.

Chunxiang felt guilty and hurriedly put on some lip balm and walked out: "Okay, I have something to do, so I'll go out first."

The women who were wolfing down the red-roasted pork saw a flag officer standing outside, who seemed to be waiting for Chunxiang, and winked at her in an ambiguous way.

Chunxiang didn't explain anything, but smiled shyly. After leaving the door, she changed her face to flattering: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."

The flag officer still had a cold face, raised his hand, and the soldiers who followed him walked back with him. Chunxiang had to jog behind to keep up with their pace.

Qiu Kui went out to pour water, looking at the backs of Chunxiang and the flag officer thoughtfully.

She was also there when Jiang Yanyi was rewarded last night, and she was deeply impressed by the ferocious face of the flag officer.

On the way to the main camp, Chunxiang wanted to use her beauty to get some useful information from the flag officer.

However, no matter how she tried to please him, the flag officer always answered in a serious manner, and later he even didn't bother to pay attention to her, and he was full of contempt from head to toe.

Chunxiang didn't know how to write the word shame since the day she entered the brothel, but she still felt a little embarrassed when she was treated so coldly for the first time.

After following him obediently for a while, the soldiers who were patrolling and standing guard in the surrounding tents suddenly changed their posture and temperament.

When passing by the tents before, some soldiers would look at her curiously, and Chunxiang would occasionally meet a few familiar faces. But the soldiers in the camp all walked with their heads held high and looked straight ahead. Chunxiang even had the illusion that they would not even look at her if she walked past them without a trace.

Listening to the sound of orderly footsteps and the collision of armor, Chunxiang's heart was pounding wildly, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She didn't even dare to glance around.

When she arrived in front of the main camp, she saw dozens of guards with swords lined up in an "eight-character" formation, guarding in front of the tent. At first glance, they were all more than eight feet tall, mighty and burly, with cold faces.

Chunxiang shuddered violently, her calves felt weak, and she became more and more afraid. She regretted how she had been so obsessed that she took the credit for a bowl of braised pork.

The flag officer had explained the purpose of the visit to the guard at the gate. After the guard went in to report, a soldier soon told Chunxiang to go in.

Chunxiang's legs couldn't stop shaking. She had naturally heard of the fierce reputation of the King of Liaoning, and was afraid that if she was not careful, her life would be lost here.

After dragging her two soft legs into the big tent, she knelt on the ground, knocking her head on the blanket, not daring to look around: "A lowly person meets the general."

Feng Shuo saw that it was a woman who came, and he raised his eyes to look at his personal guard Xing Yao.

Xing Yao hurriedly explained in a low voice: "The messenger went to the Huotou Camp and learned that the chef Li on the stove was not feeling well today, and the lion head was made by this woman."

Chunxiang didn't hear the people above asking her to get up for a long time, but someone whispered something. She was far away and couldn't hear Xing Yao's words at all. She wondered in her heart, could it be that they had already realized that she was here to claim the title?

Chunxiang was so frightened that her face turned pale. Even when she knelt on the ground, her legs kept shaking.

When she was about to confess her guilt and

beg for mercy, a low, mellow and charming voice finally came from above: "No need to be polite." The ending tone was a bit cold like ice and snow, but it made people's heart palpitate inexplicably.

Chunxiang was distracted by the voice, and she raised her head and looked at the main seat.

She even forgot to breathe for a moment. She had never seen such a handsome man in her life.

He has sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, eyes like stars, a jade crown on his head, and an ink robe with dark red and red gold lines. He is holding a wolf hair and writing something on the paper. He is full of nobility and arrogance.

Chunxiang was fascinated for a moment.

Feng Shuo noticed that line of sight, and the aura around him instantly became cold.

Xing Yao naturally knew what his master disliked, and immediately shouted: "How bold!"

Chunxiang was frightened by this sound, remembering that when she was in a brothel, distinguished guests came to the building, and the brothel's mother did not allow them to look directly at the guests, saying that it seemed unruly.

She bowed her head quickly: "General, please spare my life! General, please spare my life! It's the lowly people who don't know the rules!"

Feng Shuo had been ridiculed by court officials for his appearance, so he hated others staring at his face. He originally wanted to ask her a few questions about cooking, but now he put down his pen and ordered Xing Yao: "Take her down and write down the recipe."

Xing Yao took the order and quickly led Chunxiang down.

Chunxiang followed Xing Yao into the side tent with trepidation. Looking at the four treasures of the study placed in front of her, cold sweat broke out one after another, and her entire back was almost soaked.

"The prince is very satisfied with today's lion head. You write down the method and the ingredients and seasonings used in detail." Xing Yao handed a brush dipped in ink to Chunxiang.

Chunxiang took the pen with shaking hands, and because she was shaking so hard, a few drops of ink were splashed onto the snow-white rice paper.

Xing Yao saw that she hadn't touched the pen for a long time, frowned and asked: "But you can't write?"

Chunxiang heard this, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and nodded repeatedly: "The bastard can't read, can't write..."

Xing Yao went out and called a pen servant in, and ordered: "Whatever this woman says, you write on the paper."

The pen servant nodded.

Xing Yao looked at Chunxiang: "You read it."

Chunxiang didn't know how to make lion's head, but when she met Liu Cheng in Hu Yanglin this morning, she heard him mention lion's head. Because she had never eaten it, she pestered him for a few more questions and listened to his general description of how it was made.

She licked her lips, tried to recall Liu Cheng's words, and said the ingredients used one by one.

Of course, Chunxiang didn't remember the specific dosage, and just relied on Liu Cheng's words and her own understanding to modify the recipe of Lion's Head, intending to bluff people.

Xing Yao felt that the recipe seemed a little unreasonable, but he couldn't explain why, so he urged the clerk to write it down quickly.

Not long after, the clerk wrote the recipe on the paper.

Xing Yao took a look at the recipe, and felt more and more that something was wrong. He asked, "No more?"

Chunxiang couldn't think of anything else after racking her brains, and said nervously, "No more."

Xing Yao left a sentence: "Wait here."

He took the so-called "recipe" to find Feng Shuo.

Xing Yao walked into the tent and presented the menu with a subtle expression: "Master, the menu is ready."

"Put it aside for now." Feng Shuo didn't even look at it, intending to take it back and let the doctor look at it himself. "Take fifty taels of silver as a reward for the chef."

Xing Yao didn't know Feng Shuo's intention of asking for the menu, hesitantly said: "Why don't you take a look at it first? I think there's something wrong with this menu."

"Not right?" Feng Shuo's eyes lit up slightly.

Xing Yao said, "I can't really explain it..."

Feng Shuo looked at the menu on the table, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "I know, you can leave now."

Xing Yao asked, "Then will you reward me?"

"Reward." Jiang

Yanyi knew nothing about Chunxiang claiming credit for her work and getting a reward of fifty taels of silver.

After she helped Zhao Tou'er pick out the good duck eggs to make preserved eggs, it was time to cook dinner again.