Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Seeing the expression of the Eighth Prince, Tang Yiwan couldn't help but smile.

When she turned her eyes, she saw Concubine Mo's slightly indifferent eyes looking at her.

Tang Yiwan quickly lowered her head and pursed her lips dutifully.

Yi Fei took a bite of the noodles with jade chopsticks.

Joy burst into her eyes: "It's really delicious, how did Miss Tang do it?"

"Just a little sorghum flour and vegetable juice can make the duck soup more delicious."

Tang Yiwan hurriedly said: "My daughter knows that the usual way to cook sour bamboo shoots and old duck soup is to fry it in oil first, and then stew the soup."

"But my mother has a bad appetite. Although the old duck is delicious, it will feel greasy after a long time, which makes it uncomfortable."

"That's why I just used dried plums to make a clear soup to dilute the oily smell in the duck meat."

"Pair it with green vegetable noodles, and it will taste more refreshing."

Concubine Yi nodded: "Yes, I like it."

However, she glanced sideways, and Concubine Mo didn't move her chopsticks.

Concubine Yi asked: "Sister Mo Fei, why don't you try it?"

Concubine Mo pursed her lips and smiled lightly.

"Didn't my sister hold a flower banquet? Why did you let the lady cook here?"

Concubine Yi dabbed her mouth with a handkerchief: "Miss Tang is careful, she saw that Ben Gong has no appetite, so she specially helped to think of a way."

Concubine Mo tasted two mouthfuls with her chopsticks, but there was no expression of joy or anger.

She nodded slightly: "It's really good."

Suddenly, Concubine Mo turned her head and looked at her son.

"Would you like to try it too?"

The Eighth Prince was stunned, and then nodded happily: "Of course that would be better, thank you, Concubine Mu, for the reward."

A smile flashed in Concubine Mo's eyes.

Her silly son, who usually focuses on organs, how can she be so enthusiastic?

The maid served a bowl to the Eighth Prince.

He only took a bite, and then sighed.

"This taste is absolutely incredible. It is simply unprecedented. How can Miss Tang's hands be so clever?"

Concubine Yi listened to the Eighth Prince's vigorous praise, covered her lips with a round fan, her eyebrows and eyes crooked while smiling.

She looked at Concubine Mo specially, and there was something in her words: "I see that my old eight likes us very much."

Concubine Mo's face was still indifferent: "I like it, I like it, Miss Tang is such a good cooker, is it possible that she still cooks for him every day?"

"How could he be that lucky."

Tang Yiwan was pure-hearted, and immediately said after hearing the words: "If the empress and the Eighth Highness both like it, I can do it every day."

After she finished speaking, the Eighth Prince looked at her with dark eyes.

The ladies around covered their lips and looked at her strangely.

Only then did Tang Yiwan react.

She hastily explained: "The meaning of the court lady is that as long as the empress and Your Highness need it, the court lady can..."

After finishing speaking, Concubine Yi burst out laughing.

Tang Yiwan's face turned red.

It's over, the more I talk, the more I can't explain clearly.

Concubine Mo looked at Concubine Yi: "What does sister think of her?"

Concubine Yi glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Very good, I like Miss Tang's personality."

"It's just that she is good at cooking, and I can't keep such a good girl in the palace to cook for me."

The second prince immediately said: "Isn't the imperial dining room still short of a female steward? This is also a type of female officer."

"If Miss Tang likes it, you might as well ask Concubine Mo and Concubine Mu to send her there."

Imperial Room!

Tang Yiwan raised her head suddenly, her eyes lit up.

Seeing her expression, the Eighth Prince knew that his thoughts were right.

He immediately said: "Yes, second brother's idea is good, if one day Yimu Concubine loses her appetite, Miss Tang can help."