The little eunuch looked embarrassed. This lie was too false. If Empress Dowager could be believed, he would be a ghost.
"Is the noodles ready?" Ning Chen glanced at Little Mingyue who was sitting far away and shouted.
"Okay, cough cough." Mingyue ran over with flour in his arms. His face was all pink except for his two big eyes.
Ning Chen took the flour and wiped it twice with Little Mingyue. If it didn't wipe off, he ignored it and continued to work on his own.
"What are you stirring up?" Mingyue asked with his big eyes flashing.
"Egg white, sugar" Ning Chen stirred hard with three chopsticks. Without a whisk, he could only solve the problem with brute force.
After a while, the egg white turned into foam and could not be poured out. Ning Chen put it aside and started to collect the egg yolk.
The little eunuch was left aside, ignored, no one asked, and he was a little confused.
Ning Chen suddenly remembered that there was such a person, glanced at the little eunuch, and shouted, "Someone, come here, take the little father-in-law back, remember to give him tea money."
"Yes." The old housekeeper walked out and came to the little eunuch who was speechless. He turned to one side and said, "Father-in-law, please"
"Marquis" The little eunuch came to his senses and was about to persuade again, but was interrupted by a voice.
"Mingyue, don't be naughty. If you spoil the egg whites, there will be no cake to eat today."
"Oh" Mingyue quickly retracted his troublemaking hand and smiled sheepishly.
The little eunuch walked away lonely, with a depressed look on his face, thinking about how to do business when he went back.
In the kitchen, Ning Chen was so busy that he forgot about Changsun's summons in the blink of an eye.
After the egg yolks and flour are mixed, there are not many steps left. Ning Chen pours half of the egg whites into the flour paste, stirs it twice, and then throws it to Little Mingyue.
"Like what I did, stir it up and down. After it's evenly mixed, pour the rest in and continue stirring."
"Okay"
Mingyue responded, immediately took the paste and stirred it in a formal manner.
Ning Chen nodded with great satisfaction. Children can be taught.
There was nothing wrong with Little Mingyue. Ning Chen walked to the pot and carefully brushed a layer of oil on the surface of the pot.
"Bad guy, there are so many bubbles, what should I do?" Mingyue shouted.
"Punk it," Ning Chen replied.
Mingyue's head is a little dizzy, there are so many, how long are they going to poke at?
"Auntie Li, give me a needle." Mingyue looked at a good-looking middle-aged woman at the door and waved her little hand.
"Okay" Auntie Li hurriedly sent over a few needles.
Ning Chen put away the pot and came over to help, using a thin needle to poke the bubbles one by one.
The two worked for a long time and finally eliminated all the bubbles. Then, they poured the cake batter into the pot, started the fire and started baking.
"Bad guy, can this be done?" Mingyue asked dubiously from the side.
"It should work," Ning Chen replied with obvious lack of confidence.
The two waited quietly in anticipation, one Northern Mongol Emperor and the other Great Xia Martial Marquis, surrounding the stove, not daring to say anything nervous.
The solemn atmosphere also spread among the people outside, who all stood at the door and waited with big eyes.
After a long time, the aroma of the cake spread, and the unique sweet smell spread quickly, making everyone's anticipation become more intense.
"Almost"
Seeing that the color of the cake was gradually turning yellow, Ning Chen removed the pan and then carefully cut the cake out of the pan bit by bit with a knife.
"Let me try it," Mingyue shouted impatiently.
Ning Chen cut a piece and handed it to Little Mingyue's mouth. After watching the little girl take a bite, he also took a bite.
"It's delicious"
Their eyes lit up unexpectedly. It was sweet and delicious, moderately soft and glutinous, and tasted great.
"Bad guy, you are really a genius," Mingyue praised with a smile and crooked eyebrows.
"Must" Ning Chen accepted the little girl's admiration without humility.
Mingyue cut a piece of cake, ran to the door, handed it to Auntie Li who had just brought the fine needle, and said happily, "Auntie Li, you can try it."
"Thank you, young master" Auntie Li hurriedly took the cake and thanked him.
Everyone looked at it with envy and longing, wanting to know what this strange thing made by Marquis was like.
Auntie Li broke the cake piece by piece and handed it to the people around him to take a small bite each and taste it together.
"How is it?" the person who didn't get a share asked anxiously.
"Delicious"
The people who ate it looked at each other and nodded sharply.
"If you want to eat, cook it yourself, everything is here, bye."
Ning Chen glanced at the chefs and left arrogantly with the cake.
Little Mingyue chuckled and left.
The chefs looked at each other and thought about how Marquis was cooked with a headache.
This day was the most hilarious day in the Hou Mansion, especially in the kitchen. From time to time, voices of regret could be heard from everyone, as the cake was spoiled again.
Ning Chen and Little Mingyue happily enjoyed the fruits of their labor, paying no attention to the mood of a large number of people in the mansion.
"Empress Dowager is here!" At this moment, the guard's call came from outside the door, and it turned out to be Changsun arriving in person.
"Ahem"
Ning Chen was so frightened that he choked on the cake and coughed violently.
"Hide quickly"
Ning Chen immediately hid the cake in the cupboard and was about to run away in a panic.
"It's too late"
Mingyue was also a little overwhelmed by the bad guy's nervousness and said anxiously.
"What reason did I just find?"
Ning Chen was so frightened that he had trouble remembering, so he asked anxiously.
"Sick" Mingyue quickly replied.
"Yes, I'm sick." Ning Chen ran back to the inner room, took off his shoes and lay on the bed. He didn't care whether it was hot or not, and covered himself with two quilts.
"Empress Dowager"
Several maids in the mansion had no time to retreat and knelt down nervously.
"Where is Ning Chen?" Changsun asked angrily.
"Hou...Marquis is in the room," a maid replied stutteringly.
Qing Ling glanced at the Hou Mansion and couldn't help but wonder why there were only these few people in the manor.
With a bang, the door was pushed open. Changsun entered the room and saw Ning Chen lying on the bed. He sneered and asked Mingyue next to him, "Mingyue, what's wrong with him?"
"Sick... sick"
Affected by Ning Chen, Mingyue was also a little frightened by this Great Xia's Empress Dowager, and stammered.
"Doctor, go and see what disease Marquis of Knowing Fate has!" Changsun glanced sideways at the old doctor behind him and said coldly.
"Yes"
The old doctor responded respectfully, then quickly walked to the bedside and felt Ning Chen's pulse quietly.
Mingyue and Ning Chen on the bed were both sweating. Changsun's move was so cruel that even the imperial doctor was brought over.
After a while, the old doctor stood up, walked to Changsun, and said respectfully, "Empress Dowager, Marquis's pulse is slightly disordered, which is a sign that the injury has not healed. Just treat it carefully."
"I know, please go back," Changsun said.
"Yes, I will take my leave." The old doctor bowed and retreated.
Seeing the old doctor leaving, Qing Ling quickly winked at Little Mingyue, signaling for someone on the bed to quickly surrender and plead guilty.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. Changsun stepped forward, grabbed Ning Chen's ears, and said angrily, "You are pretending to me, you are getting bolder and bolder. I dare not even go when I call you."
Little Mingyue took two steps back in a very ungrateful manner. This Great Xia's Empress Dowager was too fierce and she didn't dare to offend him.
Not far outside the door, several maids were frightened by the movement in the room. In their impression, Empress Dowager was a gentle and virtuous person. How come there was such a big difference.
In the room, Ning Chen was kneeling on the bed, head lowered, not daring to breathe.
Qing Ling and Little Mingyue retreated further away than the other. No one dared to persuade them. They could only pray to the former for their own good.
Changsun cursed for a while, then sat down and took a drink of water to catch his breath.
Outside the house, the guards couldn't help but smacked their lips when they heard that Marquis was scolded. Their information was much better than others. They knew that Marquis had just been scolded by Empress Dowager at the Heavenly Edict Hall two days ago, and it had only been less than two days before he was scolded again.
"Where are the servants in your mansion? Where have they gone?" Changsun suddenly remembered the situation when he entered the mansion just now. Marquis, the great disciple of Nuo Da, didn't even see anyone.
"In the kitchen" Ning Chen sold everyone without hesitation. As the saying goes, a dead Daoist friend will not die a poor Daoist. Changsun will not do anything to other people. The most he can do is scold him.
You don't eat cake for free, you have to be scolded as well.
"What are you doing in the kitchen?" Changsun asked with a frown.
"Make a cake," Ning Chen said honestly.
Changsun No matter how you frown, nothing will happen.
"What is the cake?" Qing Ling asked softly in the corner of the room.
"Eat" Mingyue replied in the same low voice.
"Ning Chen did it?" Qing Ling asked again.
"We did it together" Mingyue whispered.
"What are you Guigui whispering about!" Changsun glanced at the two of them and said coldly.
Ning Chen quickly winked at Little Mingyue. The little girl understood and ran back to the main room, brought the cake over, put it on the table, and then stepped away again.
"Did you do this?" Changsun looked at it and asked.
"Yeah" Ning Chen nodded.
Changsun picked up a piece and took a bite. It tasted pretty good, no worse than the snacks in the palace.
"What are you doing this for?"
"Today is Mingyue's birthday, so I tried to make it," Ning Chen said honestly.
Changsun thought for a while, glanced at Little Mingyue, and then said, "Mingyue, come here."
Mingyue was a little frightened, but still walked over, constantly cheering herself up. She was the emperor, who was she afraid of?
Changsun took a phoenix hairpin from his head and put it in Little Mingyue's hand, saying, "I came out in a hurry today and didn't bring anything with me. This phoenix hairpin has been with me for twenty years. Although you can't use it, it can be regarded as a little thought from me."
Seeing this, Ning Chen muttered in his heart, you sent the right one, it will definitely be used.
"Thank you" Mingyue held the phoenix hairpin and whispered.
Changsun smiled and said nothing more. Mingyue is just a child, and he has been with this kid for so long. Whether he is an elder of Empress of Great Xia or Ning Chen, this gift is indispensable.
Although this boy is usually careless, he is actually very petty. If she doesn't show her concern, he may say bad things about her behind her back.
After finishing talking about their business, Changsun remembered what he meant, looked at Ning Chen who was still kneeling on the bed, and asked calmly, "I heard that you have been to Divine Wind Camp in Third Prince?"
"Yeah" Ning Chen nodded.
"How is it?" Changsun continued to ask.
"Military discipline is strict and there are many masters, which is very troublesome."
Ning Chen looked solemn. This Third Prince is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Adding a Divine Wind Camp to it makes it difficult to deal with.