The night fell slowly, blotting out the last rays of red light in the sky.

The entire Western Garden was silent.

Cloudseeker stood in the tiny compound under the endless sky, raising his head to look up at the dark inky colors of the night sky.

In the field of vision, that heavy darkness seems to carry some kind of adsorption magic, only teaching people to look at a glance, want to look through.

She failed the test to become a chef and lost her chance to enter the palace and meet the Emperor.

Such a result directly disrupted all her latter plans.

After losing her temper for a while, she thought of Hua Nanhe, who is still fighting in the battlefield, Yingyu, who is trapped in the palace of Dayi, and brother Mu Xiu, who is waiting for them to return home.

Yun Shi's eyes burned as she quickly regained her fighting spirit.

Now is not the time to be discouraged, since one way does not work, then find another way.

The hour was already late, and Yun Shi was all but sleepless.

She stepped aimlessly forward on the stone path, thoughts running through her head.

The path leads to the large, exquisitely elegant garden behind the Abyssinian palace.

Push open the wooden gate in the center and you are in the middle of the garden.

At this time from the spring there are still days, the garden grass yellow and decay, tree branches bare leafless, only from the forest of pine trees in the sky to see some green.

"Hoo, hoo, brush"-

A sharp sound reached Yun Shi's ear drums, sounding like the wind moving and not all, cold and abrupt.

"Asshole! Asshole ...... asshole-"

There were also bouts of Terra Nova rage.

At this hour, there are still people who haven't been housed?

Yun Shi was so strange, looking for the sound to go around a viewing pavilion imitating the architectural style of the Central Plains, he saw a frozen lake brightly shining under the clear cold moonlight.

There was a clear and flamboyant figure on the river bank, with his back to Yun Shi, not knowing who he was cursing, a long knife was swung wildly by him, and the cold light tumbled in the night.

It turned out that the sound that attracted Yun Shi's attention was the sound of the sharp wind when the long sword was waved.

Not too far away, Yun Shi surveyed the standing tasseled crown on his head and the yellow coloured coat, and suspicion grew within him.

This person, who is ......?

After a long time, the owner of the back stopped dancing with his sword, and his disheveled back gasped for air.

The moment he turned around, he was eye-to-eye with Gu Yunshi.

"Who are you-"

The long knife snapped up, its blade pointed straight at the stunned her.

The young man with a clear face, admittedly not to the age of the imposing, was also born with a fair complexion, high nose and eyes.

The gold and red thread embroidered phoenix birds on the two shoulders and lapels of the yellow-colored coat seemed to be alive, the scaly light flowing faintly in the moonlight.

"You're from the big cookhouse? Here to enlist as a casual cook?"

The young man slightly side-eyed, he saw the sleeve emblem on the left side of Gu Yunshi's white shirt, and his huffing and puffing subsided a lot, only the tone of his question was still raw.

Of course Yun Shi was able to understand his words and nodded her head at him with a "hmmmm".

The teenager withdrew his sword by and by, his wooden clogs stepping on the gravel path, taking a few steps to walk in front of Yun Shi.

He was a head shorter than her and needed to tilt his face slightly to talk to her in close proximity.

"Granny, what do you cook?"

Yun Shi's mouth was half-open, making "yah, yah" noises and making various gestures with both hands.

The teen puts a frown on his face and scratches his forehead :)

"You're a mute, huh? But I, I can't read your hand signals at all!"

He looks around and his eyes light up: .

"Tell you what, I'm starving right now, so why don't you take me to the big cooking hut and make something random to eat!"

This time it was Yun Shi's turn to frown.

She looked the clean-cut teenager over from head to toe again and pointed at him.

The teenager gazed at her with complete vigilance on a fine-lined, tightly drawn face, and said faintly.

"You're pointing your finger at me to ask who I am, aren't you?"

Yun Shi immediately nodded her head.

The teenager's eyes flickered, indistinctly thinking quickly before answering.

"I am Prince Taku, half-brother of Emperor Fuchia."

Turns out it's Daisy's son!

Yun Shi hastily nodded her head to hide the shock that showed on her face and bowed deeply to him.

I can't believe I've met Yutaka here. Is this God's way of helping me?

Yun Shi was secretly pleased with herself as it occurred to her that she might be able to use this former emperor's concubine son to get close to the current emperor.

"There's no need to curtsy, I told you I'm hungry and I want to eat now."

The teenager's tone of voice showed impatience.

Yun Shi straightened her upper body and responded to him with a "yah, yah, yah", made a gesture, turned around and walked back.

The teenager followed her with an expressionless face.

Quickly returning to the Western Garden, Yun Shi and the teenager walked into the cooking room of the large cooking hut.

The daytime noisy environment at this time clear pots and cold stoves, a dark and quiet.

Yun Shi lit the oil lamp and refilled the fire with wood inside the hearth.

Glancing up into the teenager's shadowy, thick face, Yun Shi took a pan and poured sugar, melting a pot of syrup.

When the fire burns best, Yunshi takes a flat iron plate and sets it up on the stove, brushes a thin layer of oil on the plate, then uses a spoon to scoop up the syrup, pours it back and forth on the iron plate, and draws a dragonfly with spreading wings.

She glued the dragonfly body with a bamboo skewer and used a shovel to slowly scoop up the sugar painting, separating it completely from the iron plate.

Yun Shi smiled and held up the bamboo stick in her hand, handing the sugar painting to the teenager.

"Can this ...... be eaten?"

The teenager, full of doubt, hesitantly took it.

The flavor of the rich syrup was extremely sweet and put the teenager in a good mood.

He opened his teeth and swallowed the dragonfly in a few gulps.

"It's delicious, I've seen for the first time that sugar water can be eaten like this."

The teenager smiled with his eyebrows flying, his innocence was like the rising sun in three springs, with wisps of warmth spreading across his handsome face.

Yun Shi saw in his eyes, followed by a heartfelt smile, reached out and pointed at him, making a "happy" gesture.

The teenager rubbed her stomach and asked her.

"Granny, the osmanthus-scented oil eggs that were presented to the king for the evening meal, do you know from which of the loose chef candidates it came?"

Cinnamon oil eggs, what's that?

Cloudseeker opened his mouth dryly, locking his brows in puzzlement.

"It's the round, golden, sticky cake that sticks to the plate ......"

The teenager picked up a charcoal-black wood stick and explained as he drew a diagram on the ground.

Ha, he's talking about the "three no-dips" I make!

Cloudseeker snapped out of it, patting him on the shoulder and then patting himself on the chest.

She immediately turned around and brought four eggs from the basket in the corner, broke the shells, skimmed off the whites and only took the yolks, and broke them with chopsticks.

Put a small amount of tapioca flour and granulated sugar and mix well.

Teenager Baba's standing next to the side, surprised to watch, the light under his eyes shining, looking at Yun Shi cheerfully asked:.

"So, so that delicious sweet cake was made by you, Mute Granny!"

Yun Shi returned a smile and continued the action of stirring the egg mixture.

The young man's face completely lost its initial gloom and wariness and became eager to try, reaching out to grab Yun Shi's bamboo chopsticks.

"Granny, let me do it, I want to try."

Cloudseeker nodded, signaling him to keep stirring in one direction.

The cornstarch and sugar are completely dissolved, and the yellow egg mixture is bubbling a little.

Yun Shi took a fine mesh sifter and taught the teenager to sift the egg yolk liquid to remove the foam.

Then she heated an iron skillet and poured the egg yolk mixture into the pan, stirring constantly.

The teenager padded up to the stove and watched with rapt attention as the egg mixture slowly thickened and solidified in the pan.

The smell of eggs wafts through the cooking room.

The teenager looked on, his smile deepening on his white, pretty face.

About the same time, Yun Shi to the pan into a few drops of cooked oil, continue to stir-fry, repeated oil, stir-fry action, until the color of the yellowness of the omelette molding, the surface is smooth as if it was waxed and oiled.

The starter tipped only slightly and that quiche rolled out of the hot pan and landed easily on the plate.

In looking at the iron skillet and spatula, the surface is oily and clean, without a trace of sticky egg residue.

The final process was to drizzle cinnamon sauce to the edge of the plate, and when it was done, Yun Shi handed the teenager clean bamboo chopsticks.

The teenager couldn't wait to pull the plate over and stir the omelet with his chopsticks to make all sorts of interesting shapes.

He grinned broadly and watched with amusement as it slowly returned to its original round shape, saying.

"Haha, yes, that's it, that's funny!"

Yun Shi laughed silently and patted him with an eating gesture.

The teenager does as he's told, feasting on one wall and praising the other.

"Yes, that's the smell. Granny, that conscript is you, I know it. You're so crafty and make food that's not only delicious, but fun."

There's a lot of syrup left.

While the teenager was eating, Yun Shi originally stood in front of the iron plate on the stove and continued to draw candy pictures.

Hearing his approval, his hand movements stalled.

Strange, he's only a prince, did he even taste my "three non-stick" at dinner?

An uninvited voice suddenly arrives, interrupting her foxing.

"Well, how dare you run to the big cooking hut to steal your mouths to eat at this late hour?!"

The almond leaf female master appeared suddenly outside the door of the cooking room, when she saw the young man in yellow capital clothes in front of the wooden case inside, the anger disappeared instantly on her fierce face, her knees went weak and she fell to the ground, burying her head and stuttering:.

"Kung, kung, kung to His Majesty the Emperor!"