The reincarnation of transmigration is king

It is said that this day is the birthday of Tianqing Emperor Luo Ping.The palace was busy early in the morning, with colorful lights and red carpet covering the floor, it was full of joy.

After the congratulations of all the officials were over, Luo Ping sat at the palace banquet for a while, and then sneaked out.

Somewhat expectantly, they sneaked into the imperial dining room, and from a distance, they could see Liu Jun, the chief executive, working on the chopping board with his head down.

This is the time that Luo Ping looks forward to the most. He doesn't care about the congratulations of all the officials on his birthday. There are treasures and antiques piled up in front of him. He just wants to have a quiet meal with his family.

In the early years, the crown prince was stubborn, and sometimes he couldn't even remember Luo Ping's birthday. When Luo Ping was sad, he no longer expected anything.

But I don’t know which year it started. On the day of his birthday, when Luo Ping returned to his bedroom, he would always find a bowl of evenly cut longevity noodles in his bedroom.

The noodles are chewy and springy, and each one is covered with mellow bone broth. It is not greasy in the mouth, but has a sweet taste.

Luo Ping liked it as soon as he ate it, and asked who made it, but no one said a word.

Luo Ping didn't take it to heart either, and left it behind the next day.But starting from that year, every year on his birthday, Luo Ping would find a bowl of sticky noodle soup in his bedroom.

Gradually he lost his mind.How many lonely nights seem to have been sucked away by the sweet soup.Luo Ping felt warm, and every mouthful of noodles was like a good medicine to heal people's heart, which relieved him little by little from the endless desertion.

Standing next to Liu Jun, he saw that he was kneading a snow-white dough with flour in his hands, until it didn't stick to his hands, then Liu Jun put down the dough, covered it with a drawer cloth, and put it aside to wake up.

Luo Ping looked at it for a while, then said, "Let me help you!"

Liu Jun was taken aback, looked at the person standing beside him in shock, and stammered, "Emperor, Your Majesty? You, what are you doing?"

Liu Jun wanted to ask how Luo Ping found out. He was always cautious and thought that Luo Ping didn't know about the birthday noodles.

Luo Ping poked the dough and said, "I'll help you!"

Liu Jun was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt sweet in his heart. It turned out that he was also looking forward to it, hoping that the person he liked would notice him, and hoping that his humble affection would not be rejected by Luo Ping.

"Why are you standing there? I'm still waiting to eat!"

Only then did Liu Jun come back to his senses, and said with a smile: "It's all right, Wansui can go back to the bedroom and rest, the dining room is pickled, and Wansui's clothes will be stained again."

Luo Ping stood still, picked up the ingredients on the table, and said with a triumphant smile: "I cut the radishes for you, I cut them well!"

Liu Jun smiled softly, and glanced at the things in Luo Ping's hands, "It's really unnecessary. Long live, what you're holding is lotus root..."