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Chapter 682: Qing Banquet Compensates for Breakfast


In the early morning, Qing Yan got up early, put on her regular clothes, easily tied her hair into a bun with a gold hairpin, and quietly came to the temporary kitchen.

Sulan saw Fujin getting up and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Qing Yan had to get up at a specific time. , today, I actually got up early.

"You guys are ready," Qing Yan specifically told Sulan, preparing breakfast items yesterday.

"Ready."

Su Lan quickly stepped aside, Qing Yan walked into the small kitchen and took a look, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

On the small stove on the left, the sticky millet porridge that has been cooked all night is still bubbling.

On the chopping board, there are already soaked black fungus and the onions have been cut.

She planned to prepare breakfast for Yin with her own hands.

In the past few months, he always said that she didn't care about him.

That sour tone made Qing Yan couldn't help but feel happy.

"Master, just prepare the servants."

Su Lan looked at Qing Yan and took the copper basin aside, poured some noodles into it, and prepared to knead the noodles.

"I'm making breakfast for your master, please don't interfere."

Qing Yan briefly thought about the breakfast recipe, onions, fungus, cold bean sprouts, kelp, homemade kimchi, a pile of spicy pollack, and a bowl of red dates.

Millet porridge, a bowl of shrimp wontons, and a bunch of snacks.

Except for the millet porridge, everyone had to prepare the feast by himself.

Fortunately, he got up an hour early.

According to Yin's usual time of getting up, he was able to finish all the preparations from last night.

"How many more eight-treasure pickles are there from the capital?"

As Qing Yan spoke, he had already cooked the noodles, scallion flower rolls, sweet potato steamed buns, red bean buns and milk-flavored steamed buns.

These things are best eaten with millet porridge, Babao pickles and side dishes.

Later, Yin turned over and reached out his hand to touch.

He was the only one on the bed.

He quickly turned over and got up.

Where did Qingyan go?

He picked up the bathrobe on the side and put it on, walked to the inside of Youyou's car, and looked at the twins sleeping soundly.

"Su Peisheng" Yin lowered his voice at the door and called Su Peisheng.

At the door, Su Peisheng prepared warm water for washing and was waiting.

Just now, Qing Yan came out of the bed, which shocked them all and gave her the washing water prepared for Yin first.

"Master, you're up."

Su Peisheng came in with his servants and whispered to the Fourth Master in a low voice.

"Where's Fujin?"

Yin stood up and didn't see Qing Yan, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Go back to the master, Fujin went to the small kitchen."

Su Peisheng followed Qing Yan's instructions and was not allowed to say that he was preparing breakfast specifically for Yin.

Since getting married, Yin San ordered Wu Shenqing Banquet not to go to the kitchen again.

"Yeah" Yin's heart warmed, Qing Yan cared about himself the most.

After washing himself, he put on his light lotus-colored clothes and left the tent directly.

He left Su Peisheng in the tent, waiting for the children to get up.

Yin stood at the door of the small kitchen and saw Qing Yan holding the flower rolls quickly.

Each small flower roll was formed in her hands and placed in the steamer.

"Xiao Guai, didn't I tell you not to enter the kitchen?"

Yin's voice sounded from behind her, Qing Yan was frightened and was caught again.

嘤嘤嘤 Qing Yan turned her back to him and stuck out her little tongue.

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Fortunately, all the noodles were finished.

The bottom steamer was red bean buns, the second layer was purple sweet potato buns, and the third layer was milk-flavored steamed buns.

Now, the top layer is Two or three more small flower rolls will be completed.

"I want to make breakfast for you, but I haven't done it for a long time."

Qing Yan dismissed Su Lan and others, leaving the couple alone in the small dining room.

Yin lowered her head and took a look.

Each small noodle sheet was only as big as her little fist, basically one for each bite.

There were ten in each drawer, which represented perfection.

"What else have you done?"

Yin looked to the side and saw that several small cold dishes had been mixed.

It seemed that Qing Yan had been awake for a long time.

"It's all your favorite food.

The weather is a bit hot.

You must have a poor appetite after eating breakfast in the imperial dining room."

Qingyan often planned three meals for Yin.

Especially after entering summer, Yin has lost his appetite.

The bitter summer every year will be the time that Concubine Tong is most worried about.

Yin often loses weight in her elder brother's house.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Yin hugged her waist tightly and put his face on her shoulder.

He looked at the red salad dishes on the side and his appetite suddenly increased.

These delicious cold dishes and exquisite pastries are all filled with the spirit of a pure feast.

Although her cooking was not as exquisite as the one in the imperial dining room, he would find it very delicious.

"Do you want to send some to the imperial tent?"

Qing Yan specifically asked Su Lan and Su Shu to watch the method, intending to let them make some so that they could send some to the imperial tent.

According to Dr.

Yuan, Kangxi and Concubine Tong lost their appetite on their way back to Luan.

As Kangxi disposed of many housekeepers, the people in the imperial dining room did not dare to come up with any innovative dishes, so they intelligently ensured that they would not have any problems.

In summer, no one will have an appetite for those hot dishes.

"Give it away."

Yin looked at the refreshing cold dishes and decided to send some over.

At least, let E Niang make good use of them.

Since returning to Luan, Concubine Tong has lost a lot of weight.

After hearing the words, Yin's mood naturally became even lower.

He hoped that Eniang could spend the hot summer comfortably.

With good arrangements at Qingyan, Yindu would forget what Concubine Tong sent her there.

"Have Sulan and Sushu learned how to do it?"

Yin didn't want Qingyan to prepare it himself.

These things were all imported, so Xiaoguai prepared them himself.

If there was trouble, it would be difficult to get out.

"Well, do you want to give the recipe to Shu?"

Qingyan also planned to give the delicious recipe to Concubine Tong, so that they could try to avoid any competition with the imperial dining room.

In addition, giving these food to Concubine Tong can also give her an extra bargaining chip to fight for favor.

The concubines were all envious of Concubine Tong for having such a capable daughter-in-law.

Last year, Kangxi spent the bitter summer in Chengqian Palace and did not lose weight for the first time.

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This made the imperial doctors at the Imperial Hospital very happy, and even the Queen Mother of Cining Palace , were all very kind to Concubine Tong, and even rewarded her with several pieces of valuable jewelry.

In fact, the palace concubines do not lack these sets of heads and faces, and the Queen Mother's reward is so much face.

"Well, tell Shu about your taboos as well.

Don't talk about onions and fungus."

Yin still remembered Kangxi's taboos and started talking to Qing Yan directly. ah Qing Yan was stunned.

Kangxi liked eating onions and fungus very much.

She also made Fei Yanggu improve a lot when they went on an expedition.

Every time it is used up, even Fei Yanggu said that the appropriate amount of Long Live Lord is really quite a lot.

"We will deliver them secretly, and the emperor will eat them all.

If they are handed over to the palace, they will be easily discovered."

Yin had to sigh, the emperor was not good at all.

You can only have three mouthfuls of food at the entrance, and the rest will basically be thrown away.

"Yeah" Qingyan nodded, Yin also liked this dish, the tastes of father and son were really similar

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