My Empress is My Bad Girl

In the past, he was very picky eater. He served ten dishes, nine and a half of them were unappetizing.

now……

There are only two dishes and one soup on the table, and they don't account for the same color and fragrance, and he still eats with relish.

After Zhao Yuanjing finished eating, he asked as usual: "What is this dish?"

Liu Dequan looked at the maidservant.

The maidservant hesitated a little bit afraid to say.

Liu Dequan was anxious: "The mouth is locked? Say it!"

The maidservant lowered her head and said two words in a low voice.

Liu Dequan couldn't hear clearly, so he got close.

The maidservant said again.

Now he heard it clearly.

Liu Dequan's expression instantly became very exciting.

He subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the dish again.

To be honest, he has never eaten this stuff...

After all, it is the personal servant next to the prince. Although he looks like his grandson in front of the prince, he is also a master outside, who eats delicious and spicy food.

Liu Dequan didn't understand.

Aunt Mo Chun has always been prudent, so why did she suddenly convulse her mind and present this kind of pickled food to the prince to eat?

That master is still waiting for a reply.

Liu Dequan bit his head, leaned to Zhao Yuanjing's ear, and whispered the name of the dish.

Zhao Yuanjing was stunned, seeming to have some doubts about his ears.

He glanced at Liu Dequan.

Liu Dequan lowered his head in a cold sweat, not daring to look at him.

Ye is a person with a serious addiction to cleanliness.

They didn't even eat this kind of stuff, so they dared to eat it for the father. It seems that the people in the small kitchen have to be changed this time.

Liu Dequan was thinking about it, and he heard the prince’s leisurely opening: "This dish tastes good, Liu Dequan, you can give them a taste."

He said of them naturally referring to Concubine Chen, Guo Liangyuan and Lin Fengyi.

The master eats the leftovers and rewards the slaves. This is a common occurrence and glory.

In front of the prince, even the concubine Liangyuan was a slave.

Liu Dequan held the plate, divided into three small portions with silver chopsticks, and sent them to Fei Chen and the others.

You must eat what you reward.

Concubine Chen was spoiled and felt like vomiting when she smelled it, but she couldn't vomit and she had to taste it joyfully.

She clipped a piece into her mouth.

The taste is quite good, this is the taste...

It tastes weird.

Guo Liangyuan has always been docile, and ate her chopsticks properly, and then thanked the prince without any other expressions.

Lin Fengyi was different. In order to appear that she had the same taste as the Prince, she smiled and screamed in admiration, and she just ate all the small plates.

After eating, she wiped her lips with a kerchief and said with a smile: "Although it smells weird, it tastes good."

Zhao Yuanjing propped his chin with one hand, and looked at them lightly with long and narrow phoenix eyes. There was no expression on Jun's face.

Although the prince has always been weak, every time he looked at people with such cold eyes, it made people feel cold for no reason.

"Have you finished eating?" Zhao Yuanjing asked quietly.

"Several masters have used it," Liu Dequan said.

Zhao Yuanjing nodded slightly and said, "Tell them what this is."

Concubine Chen and the others looked at Liu Dequan.

Liu Dequan smiled secretly in his heart, cleared his throat, raised his voice and said: "Several masters, Rongzi, this dish is called vinegar and fat intestine."

Fat... intestines?

This name sounds a bit disturbing.

Lin Fengyi asked, "What is a fatty intestine?"

Liu Dequan replied: "It is the large intestine of the pig, and the pig enters the water."

The three concubines were stunned.

Then Fei Chen directly vomited.

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Digression: The ancient nobles did not eat pork very much, thinking that pork was dirty and cheap. After Song Dongpo in the Northern Song Dynasty invented Dongpo meat, pork began to be on the table. But it was not until Manqing pork began to become popular among the nobles. Dongpo foodie has a poem "Eating Pork", Huangzhou good pork, lowly into the dung. The rich refuse to eat, the poor do not decipher. Slowly catch the fire, without water, it is beautiful when the fire is full. Come and eat a bowl every morning, and I'm full of my own master.