No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

Above the hot spring, there is smoke and mist, like a fairyland.

In such a misty fairyland, a lascivious sound was heard.

Lin Mingyan was dressed in pink, as if she was soaked, half lying on the shore, feeling shy.

"Master! Enough, enough..." She sobbed and cried, tears falling.

The sound of slapping behind him continued to ring in his ears. The Fourth Master gasped and said, "If you cry again, I'll punish you and you won't know how to take care of yourself!"

"I told you last time, every tear you shed will earn you a spanking. Count how many gold beans you've dropped today!!"

Lin Mingyan: ...How can she count them all?

Besides, spanking for every tear you shed isn't the right way to do it...

Wuuuu, damn Yin Xiaosi!

Do you think this is riding a horse?

Do you still treat people as human beings?!

"Stinky Yinzhen..." Lin Mingyan yelled, taking advantage of the fact that others couldn't hear her and cursed him by name.

The more the Fourth Master listened, the more he felt it. It was supposed to take one hour, but he actually managed to get through it in two hours.

Lin Mingyan was almost soaked by the hot spring and was a little short of oxygen. Her whole body turned pink and she was carried back to the bedroom by him, limp.

She couldn't even lift a finger. She touched her hungry stomach and kicked the Fourth Master with her toes: "Go, get me something to eat."

Damn, big beast!

She came to the farm in the afternoon and cried in anger. After she came back, he coaxed her to take a hot spring bath to relieve her fatigue.

He was relieved, but she was exhausted.

It’s completely dark now, and I haven’t eaten a single grain of rice. I’m starving!

The Fourth Master rubbed her ankle with amusement. There was a bruise there, which looked a little pitiful.

"Su Peisheng..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Mingyan raised her foot and crushed the bulge: "Don't ask a servant to do it, do it yourself, humph!"

The Fourth Master's eyes darkened, and he gently slapped her white and tender little feet. He stood up and walked out helplessly.

If someone dares to put their feet like this, then this person will definitely experience what braised pork trotters are like.

But it was Cha Cha who did it, and he was so excited. What was going on?!

Moreover, he, who has never liked the smell of cooking fumes, is now standing in the kitchen for some unknown reason.

Next to him was the trembling chef, afraid that the boy wouldn't understand what was going on in the kitchen and would get angry and chop someone up.

Su Peisheng was so upset that he wanted to cry: "Master, this is the kitchen, why did you come here?"

The Fourth Master coughed strategically and said, "Ask someone to give me some pointers while I prepare a bowl of shrimp noodles."

have to.

It’s hard enough for the master to cook noodles.

Now it is specifically called shrimp noodles, so some of them are boiled.

Zhang Dajian felt sick to his stomach, but he said earnestly, "Master, I'll boil some water for you. Please prepare the shrimp paste first."

Fresh prawns were brought and the Fourth Master clumsily peeled the shrimps.

Under the guidance of Zhang Dajian, the shrimp was chopped into shrimp paste.

Su Peisheng took a peek from the side and saw that the shrimp paste on the chopping board was in the shape of a heart.

hiss~

My teeth are sore!

The Fourth Master was completely unaware that his servant had imagined him, and he carefully seasoned the shrimp paste and then beat it vigorously until it formed.

The water just happened to boil, so Zhang Dajian secretly added old wine, ginger and other seasonings into the water, and then instructed the Fourth Master to put the shrimp paste into the pot.

Finally, after checking the heat, he helped him scoop it up, sprinkled it with seaweed, and poured a large spoonful of original soup on it.

The next step was to cook the noodles, which was much simpler, so the Fourth Master just scattered the noodles there for the sake of politeness.

The last two bowls of shrimp noodles were taken away by the Fourth Master himself, and Zhang Dajian was so tired that he was sweating all over.

His apprentice Wang Bao helped his master wipe his sweat and drink water, and asked in confusion: "Master, isn't it just cooking two bowls of noodles? Why are you so tired?!"

Zhang Dajian sighed and said, "You don't understand~~~ Cooking two bowls of noodles for the Fourth Master is more tiring than making a full banquet myself!"

If the master wants to do it himself, you can't interfere and take over the job.

Let him do all the work that gives him a sense of accomplishment, so that he will feel in the end - hey, it was all done by me.

However, the control of heat and the attention to seasoning are essential. It would be a sin if the taste is bad.

It's really tiring to go through all this!

Wang Bao didn't understand, so he could only stand behind his master, massage his shoulders, and ask him for some pointers so that he could learn more.

The Fourth Master returned to his room with two bowls of noodles. Lin Mingyan was so drowsy that she was almost asleep.

I finally opened my eyes after smelling the fragrance, and a mouthful of shrimp paste came to my lips.

She obediently opened her mouth and started eating. The more she ate, the better she thought it was. She praised, "It's really good! Which chef made this?"

Although she asked the Fourth Master to go out and prepare food himself, she never thought that a prince as precious as him would cook noodles by himself.

Although the Fourth Master had grilled barbecue for her before, grilling meat by oneself is a Manchu tradition. Even princes and nobles can do it and it is not shameful.

But she had never thought that a prince would go to the kitchen to do the work of a servant.

I thought it was the Fourth Master who brought it to her personally.

This is already very satisfying.

The Fourth Master received the compliment, and his neck lifted up. He coughed lightly and said, "Chef Yin made it."

"Chef Ying?" Lin Mingyan was confused. "You changed the chef again? I want to meet him someday."

She knew a little about the eunuch in the front yard's kitchen, but she had never heard of anyone with the surname Ying.

A charming smile played on the Fourth Master's face. "Isn't it standing right in front of you? Take a good look at it!"

Lin Mingyan sat up from the bed with a somersault and said in disbelief, "Yinzhen? You did it?!"

When she got angry in bed, she often called Yin Xiaosi, and even the Fourth Master followed her and shouted like that.

After she understood what was going on, she looked at the bowl of noodles as if it were a bowl of gold.

How virtuous and capable she is!

She can eat noodles made for her by the future Emperor Yongzheng himself!

Shouldn't this be recorded in history?

┭┮﹏┭┮Wow, so touching......

"Don't worry, you might hurt your waist later." The Fourth Master took a pillow and put it under her back, then picked up the bowl of noodles again: "Eat quickly, aren't you hungry?"

Lin Mingyan: ...If only she had the space that a time-traveling woman needs, she would definitely keep this bowl of noodles well!

The Fourth Master didn't understand her point, but he was of course very happy that the result of his hard work could make her so happy.

He fed the noodles into Lin Mingyan's mouthful one by one. She seemed to have her limbs atrophied, and she was fed as full as a baby by him.

After Lin Mingyan finished eating, he finished the other bowl in just a few bites.

Then he hugged her and asked her in detail about what happened during the day.

Lin Mingyan mentioned it a few times, but she was too lazy to talk about the bad things in the Lin family, as it would only make the Fourth Master angry.

She finally discovered that the Fourth Master was a person who got angry very easily.

He has a very strong ability to empathize. If she tells him about some of the bullying she experienced in the past, he will be angry all night.

She changed the subject: "Yinzhen, what procedures do I need to go through if I want to start a wine business?"