Everyday Life in the Qing Court: Fourth Master’s Sweet, Spoiling Ways

After becoming a Han Banner bondservant girl, Lin Xiangwan just wanted to lie flat.

“Master, here are the scallion-oil noodles I just came up with.” Her hands trembled as she handed him the bowl and chopsticks.

Yinzhen took a bite, then suddenly gripped her chin. “Where did you learn to cook?”

She was so frightened that her sesame cake fell into the sauce bowl. “I-I was born knowing how!”

Later, the aroma of hot pot always drifted through Fourth Master’s study. Su Peisheng noticed his master smiling as he read memorials.

On the day Nian Shi smashed every piece of porcelain in the room, Yinzhen was in her courtyard, eating brown-sugar glutinous rice cakes. “Sweet, but not as sweet as you.”