Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 146 The First Imperial Chef

The reason Ma Wenxiang has been so listless these past few days is partly because he is unwilling to interfere in the affairs of the previous dynasty, and partly because he values ​​his life and believes everyone has a responsibility to protect it.

If possible.

He absolutely does not want to leave this comfort zone, absolutely does not want to.

After trying to coax her for most of the day and finding that it still didn't have any significant effect, Su Qing'er and Sun Miaoran gave up.

Su Qing'er was still a little unhappy, but Sun Miaoran nodded in agreement. At her suggestion, Ma Wenxiang started sunbathing in the palace, occasionally doing some farm work, and even rolled up his sleeves to cook himself a delicious meal.

As soon as the fragrance wafted in, several little noses, each more sensitive than the last, appeared out of nowhere and, in the blink of an eye, traveled from outside the palace to inside, to the Kunning Palace.

"Your Majesty."

Ma entered, but now he looked at Ma Wenxiang with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Do you think I'm an empress?"

Ma Wenxiang's tone was joking.

Ma Jin felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he couldn't say anything.

Now we are in the Kunning Palace of the Imperial Palace, and who else but the Empress should be the master of this palace?

But looking at Ma Wenxiang in front of him, Ma Jin really couldn't get past his conscience if he called him an empress.

So he could only avoid seeing it and worrying about it, and left first.

But soon after, Zhu Shuang, Zhu Gang, and even Zhu Di, Zhu Su, and Zhu Zhen appeared, bringing Xiao Huaiqing with them.

"Braised pork with glass noodles".

Upon arriving at the courtyard of Kunning Palace.

The little ones spoke in unison, their mouths practically watering, completely abandoning any semblance of princely decorum.

If it were just the few of them, it wouldn't be so bad, but suddenly even Zhu Zhen and Xiao Huaiqing next to him were acting this way, which really surprised Ma Wenxiang.

I originally thought these two little ones were more well-behaved, but now it seems that children are actually not that different.

At this moment, Zhu Shuang stood here with his hands on his hips, showing off non-stop, his face full of pride: "This is made by Mother, the number one delicacy in our palace."

"It tastes so good that it's unforgettable and makes you crave it. I had it outside the palace last time and I've been thinking about it ever since. Luckily, my mother cooked it again inside the palace, and it tasted especially good."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhu Gang, the mistress."

Upon hearing that he had a role to play, Zhu Gang quickly nodded and said, "It's really delicious. Even my elder brother, the Crown Prince, ate several bowls."

Bringing up Zhu Biao's name was particularly effective in front of the Zhu family's descendants.

In an instant, Zhu Di, Zhu Su, and Huaiqing also turned their eager eyes over, seemingly wanting to taste the most exquisite meal in the palace.

"Come on, let's help Mother."

Zhu Shuang waved his hand, and a group of little kids rushed forward, making it unlikely that Ma Wenxiang could enjoy it all by himself.

"Are dogs' noses really that sensitive?"

Ma Wenxiang glared fiercely at Zhu Shuang.

Zhu Shuang didn't care at all. The storybooks all say that a beating is a sign of affection and a scolding is a sign of love. His mother scolding him was, of course, a sign of love.

However, upon closer inspection, the mother didn't scold the mistress next to her, so he was the child the mother liked the most.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mother."

Zhu Shuang's words left Ma Wenxiang speechless and terrified.

Then, everyone enjoyed a delicious meal.

After finishing his meal, Ma Wenxiang's grudges disappeared. To be fair, the more people there were, the more delicious the meal became.

It just gradually.

As Zhu Shuang flaunted his dish, its fame spread throughout the palace.

The title of "the best food in the palace" was also endorsed by the various imperial chefs and chefs, who all gave it a thumbs up and their faces showed a strong sense of longing, as if Ma Wenxiang was the greatest chef in the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty's pork stew with vermicelli was absolutely amazing; it was like heaven on earth."

"That's right, that's right. If I could ever taste Your Majesty's pork stew with vermicelli in my lifetime, I would probably die content."

Gradually, with the embellishment of these imperial chefs, the reputation of pork stew with vermicelli naturally grew, so much so that even Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but drool.

"Biao'er, is this pork stew with glass noodles really that delicious?"

Around noon that day, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the feast before him, with all sorts of meat dishes, roast goose, fatty pork, and other delicacies, but there was no pork stew with vermicelli.

Chewing on the sesame seed cake, I felt it tasted better than the meat in front of me, but the sesame seed cake was ultimately just tasteless and bland, and it was impossible for it to be any better.

Just then, word of the name "Pork Stew with Vermicelli" spread, and people in the palace said it was the best thing ever.

It's understandable that Zhu Yuanzhang felt a bit curious.

When asked this question by his father, Zhu Biao briefly recalled the events.

He then nodded quite emphatically, which was rather rare for him: "Your subject dares not deceive Father Emperor. Mother's pork stew with vermicelli may seem like just an ordinary dish, but it is actually quite sophisticated. In particular, Mother's seasonings and cooking skills are first-rate."

"Extra fresh, extra delicious!"

……

"Really? Biao'er."

Zhu Yuanzhang asked with some doubt.

Zhu Biao nodded immediately and slowly replied, "Indeed, Father."

Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang was already tempted, but was too proud to admit it, Zhu Biao couldn't help but say a few more words of advice: "If Father is willing, I will go to Kunning Palace and ask Mother to cook another meal, which will satisfy Father's desire today."

If Father Emperor continues to refuse food, and if he harms his health, it will only delay the progress of our Great Ming Dynasty, which would be unwise.

Zhu Yuanzhang began his manipulative tactics of three invitations and three refusals, but Zhu Biao was not going to tolerate it. He simply nodded slightly and left the Wuying Hall immediately.

Zhu Yuanzhang was not annoyed at all; on the contrary, he felt a strange sense of pride because his crown prince understood his thoughts so well.

Zhu Biao's filial piety was undoubtedly a plus in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.

Upon arriving at Kunning Palace, Zhu Biao met with Ma Wenxiang and explained his purpose.

"Braised pork with glass noodles?"

Ma Wenxiang was shocked and then shook his head frantically. "It's just some folk custom stuff. How can His Majesty be allowed to taste it?"

Your Highness, this is inappropriate, absolutely inappropriate.

Moreover, the key to this dish lies entirely in the seasoning. Your Highness can bring the seasoning back and then have the imperial chef prepare it properly.

As for the rest, I am truly willing but unable to do so.