Under the broken walls of the cold palace, the aroma of roasted quail from my cook, Xiaoding, floats ninefold.
The majestic Emperor climbed over the wall and stuck his head out: "Girl, give me half of this quail."
Since then, Leng Gong has become the designated canteen for the old man on the throne.
He despised the gold and jade carvings in the imperial dining room: "Your plate of hot and sour lotus root is more flavorful than dragon liver, phoenix gallbladder!"
The emperor smiled angrily: "Father, you scared the chief baker to death."
I was forced to take over the entire imperial dining room, but this old man became increasingly difficult to serve:
"Girl, I want to taste the taste of the cabbage you cooked in the cold palace!"
I caught the chief baker poisoning him on the spot. The old man took the poisoned wine and poured it out:
"Who dares to touch my royal chef! Girl, go to my dormitory and open a branch!"
That night, he burst into tears looking at the spice jar left by his mother:
"This smell... I have been looking for it for thirty years..."
