The morning bell at the hour of Mao sounded and rang through the entire Forbidden City. In the snow-covered palace, the lights lit up one by one, like the eyes of a sleeping giant beast.
When Wu Yong got up to go to the warm room, he saw a small figure facing away from him, holding an iron elm shoveling snow.
Wu Yong hurried over and bent his body and said anxiously: Miss Hanrui, did you get up again at Yin Shi? Go and rest, these are done by palace servants!
Han Rui stood up holding the handle of the iron ellipse, wiped the sweat from her chin, and said with a smile: The little slave is not tired, he will soon get hot when he gets up early to work.
As he said that, he looked at the warm room where the emperor was sleeping overnight, and asked Wu Yong with a little excitement: Eunuch Wu, has the emperor gotten up?
Wu Yong nodded: He got up
Hanrui pursed her lips, put the iron roe down, and quickly walked to the back hall. Wu Yong didn't know what she wanted to do, so he followed her.
At the kitchen door of the back hall, Han Rui was standing in front of the door and talking to the imperial chef in the kitchen.
The imperial chef seemed very anxious. He had never seen Han Rui before. He thought he was a newly transferred little palace maid from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. When he arrived at the kitchen early in the morning, he saw a small pot of porridge simmering on the stove.
The ingredients in this kitchen are subject to regular quantities every day. I won’t mention the quantity. This is a kitchen for the emperor only! How can the little palace maids enter randomly?
Just when I was going out to find someone, I saw this little palace maid coming and going in to serve the porridge
The Royal Chef looked bad and was very angry. She blocked the door and refused to let her go in. She pointed at her and kept muttering: You little girl in the kitchen of the Ganqing Palace, you are also making porridge. The ingredients are all for the emperor. How many heads do you have?
Han Rui is used to being in the library, but she doesn't know that the rules of the Qing Palace are so strict, so she nodded: Xiao Nu knows that she is wrong
Seeing that she was obedient, the imperial chef cursed for a few words and was about to give up, but he heard her say again: The little slave wants to send the porridge to the emperor...
It would be fine if I didn’t say it, but when I said it, the chefs who were busy cutting vegetables all laughed loudly: What kind of dreams are the little palace maids having for spring and autumn! Only Wen Mo can serve the emperor in the Qing Dynasty!
Hanrui has never dealt with so many people since entering the palace. Moreover, this place is the center of the Forbidden City, and the palace people are also very grand.
She lowered her eyebrows and was delicate and slender, and looked very bullied, and others didn't take her seriously.
Seeing that Miss Hanrui was laughed at by the chefs, Wu Yong hurried over, raised his round chin and whisked the dust.
Alas! Eunuch Wu! Come and see, a strange person has come to our Ganqing Palace. I will cook porridge and I will send it to the emperor!
Hahahahahahahaha...
Nowadays, the palace maids are really striving to be the best, and they are still newcomers who want to serve in front of the emperor!
Wu Yong waved his hand, turned around and whispered to Hanrui: What are you doing? The emperor’s diet is the top priority, you must be extra cautious and careful...
Eunuch Wu said right, and a burst of laughter came from behind
Hanrui lowered her head and shrank back. When she heard Wenmo's deliberate and warm laughter, she felt uncomfortable.
Wen Mo walked forward, smiled at the imperial chefs, exchanged warm greetings, and looked at Hanrui again, with a smile on her lips, but her voice was cold:
The emperor's meals in the Ganqing Palace were prepared by the imperial chef himself, and I personally served them. The emperor did not eat anything made by others.
Just say, don't eat what others cook, gently block her aside
Wu Yong was unhappy. He had no intention of blaming Miss Hanrui. He just wanted to mention her rules for the Qing Dynasty. However, Wen Mo came to disgust, so he was unwilling to get involved with her.
Wu Yong thought, raised his head, shook the whisk again, and said to Wen Mo: Oh, sister Wen Mo, don’t say it, the emperor, maybe he really wants to eat the porridge cooked by Miss Hanrui himself!
When Wu Yong got up to go to the warm room, he saw a small figure facing away from him, holding an iron elm shoveling snow.
Wu Yong hurried over and bent his body and said anxiously: Miss Hanrui, did you get up again at Yin Shi? Go and rest, these are done by palace servants!
Han Rui stood up holding the handle of the iron ellipse, wiped the sweat from her chin, and said with a smile: The little slave is not tired, he will soon get hot when he gets up early to work.
As he said that, he looked at the warm room where the emperor was sleeping overnight, and asked Wu Yong with a little excitement: Eunuch Wu, has the emperor gotten up?
Wu Yong nodded: He got up
Hanrui pursed her lips, put the iron roe down, and quickly walked to the back hall. Wu Yong didn't know what she wanted to do, so he followed her.
At the kitchen door of the back hall, Han Rui was standing in front of the door and talking to the imperial chef in the kitchen.
The imperial chef seemed very anxious. He had never seen Han Rui before. He thought he was a newly transferred little palace maid from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. When he arrived at the kitchen early in the morning, he saw a small pot of porridge simmering on the stove.
The ingredients in this kitchen are subject to regular quantities every day. I won’t mention the quantity. This is a kitchen for the emperor only! How can the little palace maids enter randomly?
Just when I was going out to find someone, I saw this little palace maid coming and going in to serve the porridge
The Royal Chef looked bad and was very angry. She blocked the door and refused to let her go in. She pointed at her and kept muttering: You little girl in the kitchen of the Ganqing Palace, you are also making porridge. The ingredients are all for the emperor. How many heads do you have?
Han Rui is used to being in the library, but she doesn't know that the rules of the Qing Palace are so strict, so she nodded: Xiao Nu knows that she is wrong
Seeing that she was obedient, the imperial chef cursed for a few words and was about to give up, but he heard her say again: The little slave wants to send the porridge to the emperor...
It would be fine if I didn’t say it, but when I said it, the chefs who were busy cutting vegetables all laughed loudly: What kind of dreams are the little palace maids having for spring and autumn! Only Wen Mo can serve the emperor in the Qing Dynasty!
Hanrui has never dealt with so many people since entering the palace. Moreover, this place is the center of the Forbidden City, and the palace people are also very grand.
She lowered her eyebrows and was delicate and slender, and looked very bullied, and others didn't take her seriously.
Seeing that Miss Hanrui was laughed at by the chefs, Wu Yong hurried over, raised his round chin and whisked the dust.
Alas! Eunuch Wu! Come and see, a strange person has come to our Ganqing Palace. I will cook porridge and I will send it to the emperor!
Hahahahahahahaha...
Nowadays, the palace maids are really striving to be the best, and they are still newcomers who want to serve in front of the emperor!
Wu Yong waved his hand, turned around and whispered to Hanrui: What are you doing? The emperor’s diet is the top priority, you must be extra cautious and careful...
Eunuch Wu said right, and a burst of laughter came from behind
Hanrui lowered her head and shrank back. When she heard Wenmo's deliberate and warm laughter, she felt uncomfortable.
Wen Mo walked forward, smiled at the imperial chefs, exchanged warm greetings, and looked at Hanrui again, with a smile on her lips, but her voice was cold:
The emperor's meals in the Ganqing Palace were prepared by the imperial chef himself, and I personally served them. The emperor did not eat anything made by others.
Just say, don't eat what others cook, gently block her aside
Wu Yong was unhappy. He had no intention of blaming Miss Hanrui. He just wanted to mention her rules for the Qing Dynasty. However, Wen Mo came to disgust, so he was unwilling to get involved with her.
Wu Yong thought, raised his head, shook the whisk again, and said to Wen Mo: Oh, sister Wen Mo, don’t say it, the emperor, maybe he really wants to eat the porridge cooked by Miss Hanrui himself!
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