Secrets of Yuqing Palace

Shi Liha: "It's a girl's autumn outing, why are you, a man, interfering?"

Shi Mujin turned his head and said dissatisfiedly.

"Humph! I think Third Brother deliberately doesn't want me to go."

"A few days ago, you and Third Sister went out of the house. Don't think I didn't know that Sister Amur was there too."

"Why don't you say that you were shopping with your two sisters?"

Shi Liha glared at him, "Why can't my sister and I meet my fiancée?"

"Then I'd rather go with my sister and meet my future sister-in-law."

"You're so sharp-tongued! Last time I had a day off, so I didn't miss any of my studies."

"Don't forget that you still have studies to attend to. Don't miss the teaching between father and son."

"You only have one day off a month, but I have three."

"I can discuss with the Master and move one of the following days to the day after tomorrow."

Shi Liha took a look and found it hard to refute.

Fucha looked at the two brothers bickering and found it very funny.

"Shi Liha, you are the elder brother, don't argue with your younger brother."

Then he glared at Shi Mujin and lectured him.

"And you, don't talk back to your brother. You're disrespectful."

Shi Wenzhuo saw that his youngest son really wanted to go to Xiangshan with his daughter, and he also wanted to use his own rest day to go.

"Talk to your teacher yourself. If your teacher agrees, then Father will allow you and your third sister to leave the house."

Shi Mujin's face was full of surprise, "Really?"

Shi Wenzhuo nodded.

"Thank you, Father. I will talk to the Master about this tomorrow."

"Well, if your master agrees, you must obey your third sister when you leave the house the day after tomorrow."

"I know this without my father telling me. I have always listened to my third sister since I was a child."

"Right, Third Sister?"

Wanyu smiled and said, "Well, our Mu Jin is the most obedient."

The family of five had a pleasant dinner and tried some new foods.

Fucha specifically instructed the nanny beside her to ask the kitchen staff to use Wanyu's stone slab to make a few more grilled meats and vegetables tomorrow.

Sent it to the old master and old lady's courtyard, and also to the east wing.

Letting all the masters in the mansion taste the new food can be regarded as Wanyu's way of showing filial piety to her elders.

After dinner, when Wanyu returned to her Qiyun Courtyard, it was already the end of the You hour.

At this time, Nanny Zhang Jia was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard.

When he saw Wanyu coming back, he immediately knelt down and saluted.

"Princess, the kitchen staff came to report back that the noodles and pig's trotter soup you requested are ready."

Wanyu's eyes lit up, "Really? Then let's go and take a look."

The group quickly arrived at the kitchen, which was a little quiet at this time.

The fire was weak, with only a few wisps of residual heat left.

Some of the cooks and maids inside were cleaning, while others were chatting quietly.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of tea and the fragrance of warm dishes.

Everyone was stunned to see the princess in person, and then they stopped what they were doing and bowed.

"Gegejixiang."

"Gegejixiang."

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Wanyu waved her hand gently, indicating that they didn't need to be so polite.

"I heard from the servants that the pancakes I asked to be made are ready?"

One of the cooks stepped forward and said respectfully, "Yes."

Then he led Wanyu and the others to a bamboo sieve on a shelf nearby.

Rows of fried dough cakes are placed on a sieve.

Some of the pancakes had slightly burnt edges, while others were too flat.

It was obviously far from the "instant noodle cake" she expected.

Amidst everyone's anxious gazes, she frowned slightly and spoke softly.

"These pancakes, well, need a little more work."

"The thickness of the dough varies, and the cooking time is not controlled well enough."

However, Wanyu still picked out a few pieces of noodles that looked relatively good.

"Go and boil some water. I want to see how the pancakes turn out."

The cook immediately winked at the kitchen maid who was waiting nearby, and she quickly walked to the stove, added firewood and boiled water.

Soon the water boiled, and Wanyu signaled the chef to put the dough she had selected in.

Put the dough into boiling water and let it sit for a while.

The miracle she expected did not happen, and the pancake failed to show the expected resilience.

Instead, it softens quickly in hot water and even disperses in boiling water, turning into fuzzy strands of noodles.

Wanyu sighed softly, a look of regret on her face: "This pancake can't even take shape after being exposed to boiling water. You must work harder."

The chefs were even more worried because their finished products repeatedly disappointed their masters.

Fearing that their master would be angry and punish them, they could only stand aside cautiously, not daring to breathe.

Wanyu turned to face the cooks, her tone gentle but unquestionable.

"You need to try this pancake again."

“When shaping the dough, make it about the thickness of your palm, but preferably a little thinner.”

"And be careful when you fry it, don't fry it again."

"The fried dough should not only not break or become mushy during cooking, but also be thin and tough."

"You are all seasoned kitchen experts, so I shouldn't need to do much. I hope your next product will satisfy me."

The chefs looked ashamed and nodded in agreement.

Before leaving, Wanyu took a look at the stewed pig's trotter soup, and it was just as she expected.

The pig's trotter soup is cooked until it is soft and rotten. As it cools down over time, the soup slowly solidifies and gradually forms a jelly-like state.

Wanyu instructed: "Pour the pig's trotter soup into a copper kettle, and then hang the kettle in the well at night."

"Tomorrow, if the pig's trotter soup in the copper hanging has not gone bad, use it to make a few bowls of vegetarian noodles and bring them to the main courtyard."

"Yes." Everyone responded

"Okay, you guys try making the pancakes again tonight, and you must make them according to my requirements by tomorrow."

"I want to see the finished product before dinner tomorrow."

"If you do it well, I will reward you handsomely!"

"Yes!"

Wanyu nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left the kitchen with Xia He.

The cooks in the kitchen rekindled the fire after Gege left.

Thinking that the Third Princess would give them a generous reward after they finished their work, everyone was excited.

I started kneading the dough, rolling it out, shredding it, steaming it, etc., and each step was more careful than before.

After Wanyu returned home, she washed up early and went to bed.

Since coming to the Qing Dynasty, her daily routine has been very regular.

Staying up late is simply a fantasy.

Not only now, every night she goes to bed before midnight and wakes up at dawn.

That means going to bed before nine o'clock in the evening and getting up at six o'clock in the morning.

More than nine hours of sleep a night!

This was something she would never have dared to imagine in her previous life.

After a good night's sleep, Wanyu was woken up by Xia Lian in a daze.

After cleaning up, I went to the main courtyard to pay my respects to my mother and stayed there to have breakfast.

As a result, as soon as she entered the main courtyard, she saw her father and mother walking in the courtyard.

My mother was wearing a simple and elegant robe and had a smile on her face.

Ama was wearing a solemn official uniform, but there was a hint of gentleness between his brows.

"Mother, Father, your daughter greets you."

Wanyu bowed gracefully, her voice clear and pleasant, like the morning breeze blowing through the bamboo forest.

After she stood up, she asked curiously, "Why is Ama still at home? Isn't he on duty today?"

Shi Wenzhuo smiled and said, "The Emperor didn't send anyone to summon Father yesterday to attend the morning court, so you can go on duty later today."

"Oh."

While the father and daughter were talking, Fucha looked at her daughter carefully, her eyes full of love.

"The weather is getting colder these days. Did you catch a cold when you came here?"

Wanyu shook her head. "Thank you for your concern, mother. Xia Lian specially put on more clothes for me today, so my daughter didn't catch a cold."

Fucha touched her little hand and found it was indeed warm, so she was no longer worried.