"Yu'er, how about asking your two cooks to make some meat and vegetables today?"

Li Shimin began to make plans again. The excuse last time was to entertain the ministers. After all, he always felt unsatisfied eating at Kunning Palace every day. The main reason was that the princes around him were not allowed to drink wine yet. Drinking alone was very boring.

Fang Chen looked a little helpless. For some reason, this emperor loved parties so much? What is this? Datang Culture Media Co., Ltd., the company's team building activity?

"I know, what do you want to eat?"

Li Shimin laughed loudly, "Pork!"

Yes, is there anything better than pork?

As soon as he said this, Fang Chen's eyes lit up. He might be able to eat the fat sausage he had been thinking about for a long time.

"OK, no problem!"

Li Yuan hurriedly added, "Good disciple, I want to drink something for you!"

Fang Chen looked back at him, why did he have another title? Good disciple?

The others were also curious, could it be that the Supreme Emperor pampered His Highness the Second Highness so much? His Highness still had to agree to this matter?

Li Shimin quickly explained: "My father's body is still recovering, so Yu'er has been persuading him not to drink."

Only then did everyone realize that this was what happened.

"Two drinks!"

Fang Chen made a gesture, and Li Yuan showed a satisfied smile. He no longer had a special need for wine, but more wanted to see Fang Chen's concern for him.

How can you not be happy when a disciple is like this?

"Love disciple!"

Fang Chen couldn't laugh or cry, here it comes again!

When they went to the imperial dining room to give instructions, Yang Qi and Qian Dazhen didn't say a word and did whatever they said.

"Where's the pig intestines? Find them for me!"

"Your Highness, this..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Whatever I say is what I say!"

Qian Daxun's expression turned bitter, "Your Highness, how can you, your rich body, eat those filthy things!"

Fang Chen jumped to his feet and yelled, "Are you pigs? Can't you just wash it off?"

When it comes to this matter, a group of royal chefs can only be obedient.

When the banquet began, Li Shimin and Li Yuan drank and had fun with several courtiers, while Fang Chen hid aside, carrying a plate of fried sausages.

"It's a pity that there is no chili, otherwise it would taste better!"

The flavor is very thorough, and the original fishy smell of the sausage is gone, with more of a hint of wine.

In addition, people put in a lot of dogwood in the morning. In just a few mouthfuls, a spicy feeling bloomed in the mouth and throat.

"Yu'er!"

Li Yuan looked around and found that this boy was eating alone. He sneaked up behind him, which shocked Fang Chen.

"Sir? What...are you doing? This is filthy food. You cannot eat it. You cannot..."

Li Yuan snorted, ignored Fang Chen's dissuasion, grabbed it and ate it. The taste was really amazing.

The movement here also attracted the attention of others, and Li Shimin laughed loudly, "Father, please give me a few pieces to try."

Liu Sancheng quickly tried to persuade him: "This is the pig...pig intestines that His Highness asked someone to make..."

Li Shimin waved his hand, "A bunch of ignorant things, Yu'er can use cheap meat to make human delicacies, let alone these dirty things?"

It's a pity that Li Yuan didn't give him this chance at all. He ate it completely in just a few bites, with sweat on his forehead.

"happy!"

It was as if he had drunk several kilograms of strong liquor. The feeling was so hot that Li Yuan called it a treasure.

Li Shimin was so distraught that he could only order people to make a few more copies. After all, there were still some ministers here!

The result of this incident was that the house was filled with the smell of fat sausage, and a group of nobles turned a blind eye to it, and instead started fighting over this most despised thing in the past.

Fang Chen sighed and realized that even though he had enjoyed his food, it was almost impossible to eat more.

"This cooking method is unprecedented. Your Highness, can I ask you for a reward?"

Qin Qiong squeezed to Fang Chen's side, rubbed her hands and smiled.

Fang Chen sometimes really thinks, why does Qin Qiong feel so different from the one in history?

In fact, Qin Qiong and Fang Chen are very close. When Fang Chen lived in the Qin Mansion, Qin Qiong vaguely regarded each other as his own child. Although it was sometimes annoying, it was really unique that he could not see it in other people.

Arrived.

Superficial respect is far inferior to a friend who speaks sincerely.

"Old man, tell me, for Huaiyu's sake, I will consider it."

Don't talk too much. If Qin Qiong wants something from him that he can't do, Fang Chen won't be able to do it.

Qin Qiong hurriedly answered, "I heard that your cook made these? Your Majesty can't even control them?"

"That's right, what's wrong?"

In an instant, everyone in the hall focused their attention on Fang Chen.

"I'm sending two chefs from the palace to the palace to learn a few dishes. Your aunt has had a bad appetite recently."

"Okay, but you have to get His Majesty's consent first."

Qin Qiong's eyes turned to Li Shimin, who smiled and said: "Yu'er, why don't you teach it to the cooks in the palace first?"

Fang Chen asked innocently: "They follow it every day, haven't they learned it yet?"

Li Shimin's mute words seemed to make sense!

"Your Highness, please don't favor one over the other. How about I also send two cooks to steal from you?"

"And I, if this delicious food is gone, I will starve to death."

"This is reasonable. I will also send two of them over to ask Your Majesty to fulfill them."

"..."

Li Shimin and Fang Chen both felt their scalps go numb after talking like this.

"I'm sure, but you can't rely on this skill to gain benefits from the people!" Li Shimin didn't want them to open a restaurant in private and make a fortune.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Laughing and chatting, discussing politics and the country, the plan mentioned by Fang Chen was remembered by everyone, and they would have to plan it carefully in a few days. After all, Fang Chen just gave them a general direction.

The white snow and the snow-covered scenery make the night in Chang'an even more solemn.

Wrapped in a fox fur, Fang Chen finally left Tai Chi Palace.

"These old guys are so drunk that they still have to fight with swords?"

Unexpectedly, the more they drank, the more crazy they became. Qin Qiong and Li Jing directly found two weapons to compete with each other. Those civil servants were not good birds, and they said vulgar words casually.

Stretching out his hand and looking at the falling snowflakes, Fang Chen quickly calmed down.

It's not as big as goose feathers, and it's not piled up everywhere. Fang Chen smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid next year's harvest may not be very good."

Auspicious snow heralds a good year. If it is a drought year, a harvest of 60% is considered good.

Wait, drought year!

Fang Chen seemed to have remembered something. There seemed to be no good ways to get rid of insects and gain weight in ancient times, right?

Drought years often herald a more terrifying thing, locust plagues!

He lowered his head and began to think about how to tell His Majesty this matter so that he would be on guard.

Unconsciously, Fang Chen walked outside a slightly remote palace.

"Who are you!"

He looked up blankly and saw a small man, he must be a prince, right?

Huh? Did I just think of something nonsense?

Besides the prince, dragon and grandson, what else can the children in the palace be?

"Fang Chen, I have met His Highness!"

"Fang Chen? See that this king doesn't kneel down? Someone will break his legs!"

"What?"

Fang Chen thought about it carefully. He had seen the prince brother, Qingque, and Li Ke. Who could still call him second brother? Among the princes of Li Shimin, the one who would be so arrogant should be Li You, right?

Looking behind Li You, there were a few servants and guards, but did they dare to take action?

Fang Chen, at that time the prince called him "second brother" and his majesty called him "my son".
To be continued...