I was a queen in ancient times, no, a maid!

After Cheng Yu finished talking to the maid, he began to make preparations.

A young chicken.

Killing the chicken was also quick, and Cheng Yu didn't have to do anything at all.

After she gave the order, someone soon brought over the slaughtered young chicken.

As for other condiments, Cheng Yu made them himself.

Five red dates, three Codonopsis pilosula, a handful of wolfberries, and ask Fang's mother if she has ginseng roots.

Mother Fang asked how much it would take?

Cheng Yu asked for two.

A little white pepper and a little milk.

Seeing that Cheng Yu wanted both ginseng and milk, Mother Fang couldn't figure out what she wanted to do.

But she also knew that Cheng Yu was cooking for the Young Master, so Mother Fang did not dare to delay and just watched carefully. However, Cheng Yu cooked very quickly, and even though she wanted to learn, she could not remember.

No wonder those who learn to cook need to be guided by a master chef, who teaches them step by step.

After taking the pig's stomach, I started to clean it, first using clean water to wash away the mucus inside.

This pig stomach was cleaned when it was delivered, but not very thoroughly.

If the pig's stomach is not cleaned properly, it will naturally have a smell and will not taste good when cooked.

Wash off the mucus and add coarse salt, Huadiao wine, onion, ginger and garlic and start rubbing.

The young chickens have also been processed, with their heads, butts and feet removed, as these are things that the wealthy families don't want to see.

Chicken and duck offal seem very dirty to them.

For example, some families don't eat pig's trotters at all, because they think that pig's trotters are dirty from being stepped on all year round. They eat, drink, defecate and urinate in the same circle, so how dirty must pig's trotters be.

Stuff the whole chicken into the pig's stomach, sew it shut, and start stewing.

The soup used to stew pork tripe and chicken is also stock.

It is cooked with large bones and a whole chicken, but the oil has been skimmed off, leaving only the umami flavor.

The meals in the big kitchen are all cooked with broth, otherwise the taste of the food will always be a little off.

Broth is always available, so there is no need to worry.

When the pork belly and chicken are almost cooked, add wolfberry and milk.

This whole process takes a lot of time, especially in ancient times when there were no pressure cookers. It takes some time to stew pork tripe and chicken. When Cheng Yu was ready, Wanxiang sent someone to urge him.

The maid who came was a stranger, but still pretty.

She was wearing a light purple dress, which was thick but still showed off her slim waist and curvaceous curves.

"Is the prince's dinner ready?"

"Miss Fu Cui, please wait a moment. Today's dinner was prepared by Miss Yu Er..."

Wanxiang and Fucui are the senior maids serving the prince, and Mama Fang dare not offend them.

Cheng Yu said: "I'm ready."

Fu Cui went in to take a look, and saw only some uncooked vegetables. The meat was still raw. She frowned.

"What do you mean by ready?"

"Today I'm cooking a pork belly and chicken hot pot for the prince. These are the side dishes. I'll tell you how to eat it later."

What Cheng Yu said was very simple, but Fu Cui was the chief maid serving the prince.

Even if she served, she would only help the prince wipe his mouth and change his clothes. Serving food and clearing plates for the master were definitely not things that a maid like her could do.

Fu Cui was a little unhappy about being taught by Cheng Yu what to do.

"How about this, Miss Yu'er, you know best how to eat this dish you made, so you can come and serve the prince."

Cheng Yu thought about it and realized that it would be the same no matter who he served.

She imagined that a man as high and mighty as the prince, who would be a domineering CEO in modern times, could fall in love with the nanny working at home?

Unrealistic.

Besides, she was already dressed very ordinary now, and she didn't believe that the prince was blind to be attracted by her.

Just go, she really can't be afraid. The more submissive and ordinary she is, the less attention she will attract. On the contrary, being timid will attract attention.

Cheng Yu followed Fu Cui directly to the prince's residence.

She bowed her head and obeyed throughout the whole process.

Mother Fang is definitely responsible for the good job of delivering the food.

She brought two maids, one carrying a casserole filled with pork stomach and chicken, one carrying a stove, and the other maid carrying side dishes, and they headed towards the prince's east courtyard.

The prince was not there when the food was served. Cheng Yu set the stove properly, put the casserole on the table, and then arranged the various vegetables and meats, and also prepared some dipping sauces.

There are spicy flavors, sesame sauce flavors, and soy sauce dips with a few chili rings and garlic slices.

The fire on the stove was burning, and the water was boiling.

A voice came from outside the door: The prince is here.

Cheng Yu immediately stepped back.

Zhao Shiyan was handsome, with three-dimensional facial features and a tall and thin body, which made him stand out among the group of maids.

He was accompanied by two servants.

After Zhao Shiyan entered the room, the maids in the room stepped back and left, leaving only Wanxiang and Fucui.

"Mother Fang, everyone in the kitchen please go down."

"Leave Miss Yu'er here."

Mother Fang smiled and walked away.

Zhao Shiyan looked at the small stove on the table and then sat down.

Fu Cui was busy opening the lid of the pot, but because she was eager to show off, she forgot to use a rag to cover the pot and almost burned her hand.

Cheng Yu looked anxious.

But I didn't dare shout loudly.

Cheng Yu was not familiar with the gentleman in front of him, so he was more cautious.

"Miss Fu Cui, let me do it..."

Cheng Yu whispered something, walked forward, took the lid with a rag and took it aside.

"My Lord, this is a stewed pork belly and chicken soup. You are more suitable to eat something light now, but I have prepared some dipping sauce. You can blanch the vegetables and eat them with the dipping sauce."

Zhao Shiyan's eyes fell on the boiling pork belly and chicken on the stove.

"I've had food cooked on a stove, but I've never had anything like this."

"You come and cook the food."

Cheng Yu:……???

Is it me?

She was stunned for a moment.

Wanxiang reminded him, "Look at you, you stupid guy. The prince asked you to serve him, so why are you still standing there?"

Cheng Yu thought for a moment and said, "My Lord, I am still cooking sour plum soup for you on the stove. Why don't you ask Sister Fu Cui to come? I just told her what to do."

Zhao Shiyan didn't say anything, then nodded.

Fu Cui hurried forward.

"My Lord, for this pig stomach chicken, drink the soup first, then eat the vegetables. Otherwise, the soup will not taste good if you eat the vegetables first."

Cheng Yu also prepared some side dishes for the soup.

Fine salt, chili rings, chopped green onions, coriander, black pepper, white pepper, and some Sichuan peppercorns.

Zhao Shiyan didn't even look at Cheng Yu, but she was relieved.

Just when she breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Shiyan looked up and met Cheng Yu's eyes as he was looking at the young prince in front of him.

She was so scared that she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look straight.

Fortunately, Zhao Shiyan didn't say anything else.

After Cheng Yu left the room, he immediately returned to the kitchen.

There is indeed sour plum soup boiling on the stove, which is just right for now.

It’s cold so there’s no need to add ice. Just cool it outside and then pour it into the pot.

Cheng Yu asked the kitchen maid to deliver it, but she didn't go.

But she didn't leave either.

Who knows whether the prince likes to eat this pig stomach chicken.

If she doesn't like it anymore, she will have to prepare something else.