When Xiao Che's final conclusion, brimming with "scientific rigor"—"The dragon vein has been distorted"—felt that Lin Wanwan was truly...unable to clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
How can you blame her?!
How could an ordinary modern office worker like her have such great abilities to lead a royal dragon lineage that has been passed down for hundreds of years astray?
If anyone's to blame, it's... the Xiao family's genes are just too "unique" and too good at "self-innovation"!
Of course, she only dared to say these things to herself, silently complaining.
Since that "Royal Top Secret Talent Test", the young prince Xiao Tuan has discovered a new game that is a hundred times more fun than Luban Lock!
The name of this game is "Guess What You Want to Eat".
Furthermore, in this game, he is invincible, an undefeated legend!
At first, he only experimented on his own father and mother.
For example, Xiao Che was reviewing memorials, his brows furrowed.
The little dumpling would run over, tilt its head up, and say in a childish voice, "Father, have a bowl of rock sugar pear soup, and you won't feel so irritable anymore!"
For example, Lin Wanwan was reading a storybook when her eyes reddened at a touching part.
The little dumpling knew how to play again. She ran over and handed over a piece of osmanthus cake: "Mother, have a sweet treat and you won't be sad anymore!"
Every single time, the precision was outrageous.
As a result, Xiao Che and Lin Wanwan now feel as if they are "invisible" when they see their own son.
Gradually, the little dumpling was no longer satisfied with only displaying his "talent" on his father and mother.
His large, dark, grape-like eyes began to gaze at a wider, new world.
Thus, the darkest and most devastating day in the history of the Dali Dynasty's imperial palace and kitchen arrived without warning.
...
On this day, Wang Defu, the head of the imperial kitchen, was humming a little tune as he inspected his territory with his hands in his pockets.
As the "God of Food in the Inner Court," in charge of all the food, drink, and daily necessities of the entire palace, Chief Eunuch Wang lived a very comfortable life.
He had dozens of cooks, palace maids, and eunuchs under his command, and every day, delicacies from land and sea flowed past his very nose.
Even His Majesty the Emperor occasionally had to give him some face.
It can be said that within the small territory of the Imperial Kitchen, Wang Defu was the absolute "local emperor" whose word was law!
"Hey, Little Li, make sure the fire on the stove burns brighter! The Empress Dowager's Buddha Jumps Over the Wall mustn't be delayed!"
"And you! Xiao Cui! The Imperial Concubine ordered bird's nest porridge, and the white fungus must be the finest! Did you hear me!"
Steward Wang, hands on his hips, was swaggering and pointing out the flaws in the landscape.
Suddenly, a small commotion arose at the doorway.
Immediately afterward, a young eunuch in charge of guarding the gate scrambled in, his face filled with panic and disarray.
"Steward...Steward! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
Wang Defu frowned and said unhappily, "What's all the fuss about! Is the sky falling down?!"
The young eunuch, panting heavily, pointed outside the door and stammered, "No...it's not that the sky has fallen! It's...it's that the young master has arrived!"
Little ancestor?
Wang Defu was taken aback.
In this palace, who else could be called "Little Ancestor" besides His Highness Crown Prince Xiao Tuan, who is showered with love and affection?
Shouldn't he be in the Eastern Palace, studying and practicing calligraphy under the Grand Tutor? How did he end up in this smoky imperial kitchen?
Before he could figure it out, a tiny, delicate figure dressed in a miniature bright yellow casual outfit, with her hands behind her back, strolled slowly in through the door.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
"Splash—"
In an instant, all the dozens of people in the imperial kitchen knelt on the ground.
Wang Defu also quickly straightened his clothes and hurried forward, his face full of fawning smiles.
"Oh my! My little darling! What brings you here today? If you'd like something to eat, just give the word, and we'll bring it to you. Why bother coming all this way yourself?"
The little dumpling stopped, raised its cute little face, and glanced at Wang Defu.
Then, in an extremely mature tone, he said, "Grandpa Wang, I have come to inspect the place today."
After saying that, he ignored him and, with a fawning expression, Wang De-fu, with his hands behind his back and his short legs, began his "disastrous" inspection of the imperial kitchen.
Inside the imperial kitchen, everyone knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe, and could only steal glances at this legendary "little ancestor" out of the corner of their eyes.
The little dumpling slowly walked up to Chef A, a burly man who was chopping wood.
He stopped, tilted his head, and looked at the chef who was looking down, pretending to be seriously cutting radishes.
Then, he pointed at him with his chubby little finger and said in a crisp, confident tone:
"You want to eat braised pork!"
The chef's body suddenly stiffened.
Little dumpling, that's not all.
He even added, like a gourmet, a comment.
"I want it, a bit fatter!"
"Whoosh—!"
Chef A's originally dark face instantly turned a deep liver color!
Good heavens! How...how did he know?!
This morning, he was indeed thinking about whether he could secretly stew a bowl of fatty braised pork belly for himself with the leftover scraps at noon to satisfy his craving!
He didn't even tell his best friend about this!
Your Highness, how did you find out?!
Everyone around them stared at Chef A in shock.
The little dumpling, however, acted as if it were a trivial matter, and continued walking forward with its hands behind its back.
He came to a young eunuch, B, who was tending the fire at the stove.
He stopped again and blinked his clear, large eyes.
Then, once again, a precision strike.
"You want to drink plum juice!"
The eunuch's body also trembled violently.
The little dumpling added another sentence.
"Yes, chilled!"
The eunuch was instantly terrified!
Immediately, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead!
That's right! This weather is unbearably hot! Standing by the stove, he felt like he was being roasted alive! He really did dream of having a bowl of chilled plum juice to cool down!
But... but how did Your Highness figure that out?!
If the first two incidents only shocked the people in the imperial kitchen...
What happened next completely shattered their spirits.
The little dumpling wandered over to a pretty palace maid named C, who was arranging freshly baked pastries on a plate.
The palace maid was carefully placing a delicate lotus-shaped pastry onto a plate.
The little dumpling looked at her, then suddenly wrinkled its cute little nose, and then, in a tone that carried a hint of dissatisfaction, as if it had caught a thief, said:
"You tried to steal a piece of that pastry!"
The palace maid's hand suddenly trembled!
The delicate lotus-shaped pastry fell to the ground with a "thud".
The little dumpling, hands on hips, like a little adult, lectured:
"No, you can't!"
"Whoosh—!"
The palace maid's face turned pale instantly!
With a "plop," she immediately knelt down on the ground, her whole body trembling like a leaf!
"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me! This servant...this servant will never dare to do it again!"
It’s over!
That's it, everything's over!
Her little scheme was actually exposed by His Highness the Crown Prince in front of everyone!
This caused an uproar throughout the entire imperial kitchen!
If before they were simply shocked...
So now, they are in a state of utter panic!
What kind of monster is this little devil?!
Can he...read minds?!
No! What he can do is "read stomachs"!
What followed was a massive disaster in the imperial kitchen, a veritable mass annihilation.
"You want roasted lamb leg! And lots of cumin!"
"You want lotus seed soup! No sugar!"
"You want to make that fish into sauerkraut fish, not steamed fish!"
"And you! You want to..."
The little dumpling, like a walking "human ordering machine," took a stroll around the imperial kitchen.
From the head steward to the chefs, and then to the palace maids and eunuchs, dozens of people, all of their "hidden menus" were revealed one by one!
In an instant, the entire imperial kitchen was filled with panic, with gasps of shock and embarrassed faces turning red.
Everyone had only one thought in their minds.
—I can't do this job anymore!
In front of this little tyrant, they were practically naked!
In my heart, that little bit of longing for delicious food was ruthlessly and publicly executed!
Finally, just as the little dumpling was about to "inspect" its next target, Wang Defu, the head of the imperial kitchen, could no longer hold back.
He scrambled to his feet!
Then, with a tragic air, as if heading to the execution ground, he rushed out of the imperial kitchen without looking back!
He's going to get reinforcements!
He was going to find the only person in the world who could control this "little tyrant"!
A moment later, Lin Wanwan, who was leisurely reading in Kunning Palace, saw Wang Defu, the head of the imperial kitchen, rush in like a cannonball.
Then, with a "plop," he collapsed in tears in front of her.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Empress!"
Wang Defu, with snot and tears streaming down his face, hugged Lin Wanwan's skirt and wailed loudly.
"Please, have mercy and take His Highness the Crown Prince away quickly!"
"If he keeps doing that, he'll 'click' again..."
“You lackeys, he saw right through your little schemes!”
"This job... is impossible to do!"
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