Time Travel and Love

"Alas, I don't know what will happen to Wen Zhong. Why don't you take some time to comfort him? I'll give you two days off and go have a drink with him." Chu Qingmeng was afraid that Wen Zhong would be hurt by love.

Wu Qing twitched his lips and looked at Chu Qingmeng, "Master, are you sure? After I leave, can you handle the affairs on the fifth floor by yourself?"

"..." Chu Qingmeng was embarrassed for a moment, then hesitantly said, "That... uh... cough... just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Also, Master, Eleven said that it is late autumn now and the lake might freeze over in a few days. So I want to invite you to go boating on the lake tomorrow. The pleasure boat is already prepared. It depends on whether you have time." Wu Qing did not look at Eleven as strictly as Wen Zhong did.

Chu Qingmeng wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, she agreed. She wanted to eat the meal made by Lao Chen. "Tell him to bring some food tomorrow. I don't want to eat the food on the pleasure boat."

Wu Qing was confused for a moment. Asking Eleven to bring food? Then he realized that the master might want to eat the food in the imperial kitchen. "Yes. I will do it right away."

Wu Qing excused himself and left. Chu Qingmeng looked at the dozen pages of files, slumped in a chair, and began to examine them. Shuang Cheng shook his head helplessly and went to guard the door. In just over a quarter of an hour, the interrogation was over. She stood up, stretched, and walked to the kitchen. Chun He thought she was hungry, "Miss, if you are hungry, I will go and bring you some food. What are you doing in the kitchen?"

"Cook." Chu Qingmeng suddenly had an idea. She wanted to cook something. She hadn't cooked for a long time and her hands were not very good at it. She would bring two dishes for him to try tomorrow. He had never eaten her cooking before.

"Oh! Girl! You absolutely can't say that!" Chunhe was frightened by her two words. How could a girl who couldn't even light a fire cook?

As expected, as soon as they entered the kitchen, the servants were all frightened and jumped up and down. Chun and Feiying tried to stop them but failed. Chu Qingmeng twitched his mouth and said, "Stop! Leave one person to light the fire, and everyone else get out."

Finally, everyone was cleared out. Chu Qingmeng looked at the dishes for a while. What to make? Old Chen, like her, didn't like spicy food very much. How about making some home cooking to practice? Potatoes! Mu Lingxue's potatoes really are sold all over the world. Hahaha, stir-fried potatoes, mushrooms and rapeseed, or cabbage with vinegar?

I washed a few potatoes, peeled them with a spoon, and started chopping. Having not cooked in years, my hands were a bit clumsy, so I was a little slow at chopping vegetables. But after a while, I got the hang of it, and in no time, all the vegetables were chopped. Shall we make dumplings tomorrow? The three of them are from northern China, and they prefer dumplings, buns, and pasta.

As she thought about it, she started to put the food into the pot. However, she cooked in the room as if no one was around, but the people in the kitchen outside were terrified. What was the princess going to do? Was the food they cooked not tasty? She was already doing it herself. Would she chop them up soon?

Feiying originally wanted to call Mo Liujin, but after taking a look, he found that his master was doing it very skillfully and there was nothing unusual, so he felt relieved and did not move again.

After a lot of hard work, it was almost time for dinner. Chu Qingmeng finished preparing the three dishes and instructed, "Add some more vegetables. Prepare some minced meat and chopped cabbage tomorrow morning."

She casually brushed off the cigarette ash on her body and left the kitchen, which confused the servants. They didn't know what she wanted to do, but they prepared dinner as instructed.

Dinner time, restaurant.

The family was having a meal. Mo Liujin paused as he took a mouthful of vinegar-braised cabbage. He frowned slightly and turned back to ask Xiang Chunhe, "Chunhe, have you changed the chef today?"

Before Chun He could speak, Chu Qingmeng turned his head and asked him, "What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"

"Not really, it's just a little too sour." Mo Liujin said. He and Mo Jiangqing didn't like sour food, so there were basically no sour dishes on the table. What happened today?

"Oh." Chu Qingmeng responded and picked up a dish of mushroom and rapeseed for him. "This one isn't sour. Don't eat the shredded potatoes either, they're sour too."

Mo Liujin took a bite. This one was okay, but the taste was bland. Why did it feel like the chef's cooking skills had deteriorated today? Later, he avoided these three dishes and started eating other dishes. Why didn't the other dishes taste any different?

Chu Qingmeng noticed that Mo Jiangqing didn't like sour food, but Li seemed to like mushrooms and rapeseed, while Xu preferred the cabbage with vinegar. He looked at Mo Jiangche, who ate everything.

After finishing the meal and clearing away the food, Mo Liujin said, "Tell the cook not to serve the apprentice's food."

"..." Chu Qingmeng was speechless for a moment. Chunhe opened his mouth for a long time, then replied hesitantly, "Master, those three dishes were made by the eldest princess."

Her words stunned the whole family. Mo Liujin looked at Chunhe and confirmed with her eyes for a long time. After finding that she was not lying, he looked at Chu Qingmeng who was drinking tea, "Madam, you did it?!"

"Well, you don't seem to like it." Chu Qingmeng put down the tea bowl and looked at him with a smile, "I'm not yet at the level of a chef."

"Madam..." Mo Liujin smiled and looked at her with eyes full of surprise, "Madam, you should have told me earlier."

"Mom, it's delicious. Dad and my brother just don't like sour food." Mo Jiangche didn't expect that he would eat the most dishes cooked by his mother.