Chapter 737

I can't say why. It's a feeling of sincerity. I will never have any objection to Mu Cen's words.

It is clear that Mu Cen's identity is just a servant in the imperial dining room.

"What's more, there's nothing we can do now? If you don't make a meal that the emperor is satisfied with, then the imperial chef will be replaced, and the people in the imperial dining room will also be involved. " Mu Cen said calmly, "nothing more than dead horse as a living horse doctor."

This makes mother Qiu unable to refute.

She nodded: "OK, I'm going to talk to the imperial chef. If you can, you can go. If you need anyone, just say it and I'll arrange it."

"Good." Mu Cen light smile.

Soon, mother Qiu walked towards the imperial dining room. Mu Cen bowed his head and coughed a few times. Then she followed mother Qiu.

And Mu Cen didn't wait long. Mother Qiu came out of the imperial dining room. Just as Mu Cen said, now everything is just Sima as a living horse doctor.

"You go in. The chef agreed. The people in the imperial dining room are at your disposal. " Autumn mother and Mu Cen said.

Mu Cen nodded, then calmly walked towards the imperial dining room.

Autumn mother didn't follow in again, just looking at Mu Cen like this, and finally didn't say anything.

……

In the imperial dining room.

When Mu Cen came in, the imperial chef was still on fire. Seeing Mu Cen, he immediately asked: "Zhen Zhen, do you really have a way?"

"I'll try." Mu Cen did not boast Haikou, "it should be OK."

"Good. The people here are at your disposal. " The imperial chef said directly, "but, you know, once something goes wrong, it's the matter of the head landing."

"I know." Mu Cen answered, "please rest assured that nothing will happen."

The imperial chef didn't speak and stood aside quietly.

Mu Cen was just a maid in waiting, but what he said made them firmly believe that they could not express their feelings. Finally, the people in the imperial dining room kept quiet.

Only mu Cen's gentle voice came, commanding the servants in the imperial dining room to do things.

Mu Cen came to cook in person.

The imperial chef couldn't help but have a look. They were all very common and simple colors. Normally, they would never give such dishes to the emperor, but now Mu Cen did it.

It's not true to say you're not worried.

But looking at the calmness on Mu Cen's face, it seems that he won't be so worried, because Mu Cen's eyes are confident and calm, which they can't learn. It's like cooking for Li Shiyuan. Mu Cen has done it thousands of times.

Mu Cen knew what the imperial dining room people thought, but mu Cen did not expose it.

These dishes are ordinary, but they are all made by Mu Cen himself. Mu Cen made it for Li Shiyuan when he was outside the Great Wall.

Mu Cen couldn't tell why, but he always felt that Li Shiyuan was looking for memories.

Looking for memories in a variety of ways.

Even this dish is the same.

Delicacies may not satisfy Li Shiyuan, but these home cooked dishes may do.

Mu Cen only made a simple soup of four dishes, while the imperial chef looked at it and twisted his eyebrows: "Zhen Zhen, this..."

"Try it first." Mu Cen quiet mouth, "if the emperor blame down, all the responsibility I a person to bear."

When Mu Cen said that, it was not easy for the imperial chef to say anything more.

He nodded: "OK, I'll send the slave to the emperor."

Mu Cen made a sound.

She didn't take the initiative, not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't fit in. She is very clear when to do what, she is already in the palace, everything can not be done too quickly, to avoid causing any trouble.

Musen, take a deep breath.

And the servants of the imperial dining room soon sent the prepared meal to Li Shiyuan.

When Cheng Dezhu took it, he tried to poison it. He just looked at the dishes in the tray and said, "is that it?"

"Yes." The slave answered, "the imperial chef asked the slave to send it."

Cheng Dezhu's eyebrows didn't unfold.

These ingredients are very common, but they are definitely not what Li Shiyuan usually eats. He thinks that the imperial chef will come up with new patterns. He also knows that Li Shiyuan is becoming more and more picky recently, but he didn't expect that the imperial chef sent such things.

This makes Cheng Dezhu extremely unable to understand.

But it's about the imperial dining room, and Cheng Dezhu can't say anything. Soon, he asked the slave to set up the lunch and invited Li Shiyuan himself.

When Li Shiyuan came, he saw the dishes on the table and frowned.

This simple action made Cheng Dezhu's face scared. He always felt that Li Shiyuan was angry.

As a result, Li Shiyuan breathed out everyone's expectation and walked towards the table without saying a word. Then he sat down, picked up his chopsticks and ate quietly.

Cheng Dezhu has some silly eyes.

But Li Shiyuan didn't speak in the whole process. Instead, he quietly finished all the things he sent this time.

There's nothing left.

It's like I haven't eaten anything so delicious for a long time.

Cheng Dezhu was quiet: "emperor, are you satisfied with today's lunch?"

"Who did it?" Li Shiyuan asked directly.

"Tell the emperor, this must be the person from the imperial dining room. I'll show you. " Cheng Dezhu immediately replied, "if you like, you can also be promoted."

Li Shiyuan just likes it. If he likes it, he can get rid of a lot of trouble. Everyone's life is better.

So who cooked the meal must be rewarded.

"Reward." Li Shiyuan said faintly.

"Yes, slave." Cheng Dezhu answered.

Soon, Cheng Dezhu retreated, and Li Shiyuan just looked at the food in front of him. He felt familiar. Although it was simple, it was the taste of mucen.

Li Shiyuan's meals in the imperial dining room are nothing but the taste of mucen.

But now someone has done it, and it's still so familiar that Li Shiyuan can't be dissatisfied, but Li Shiyuan's heart also suddenly raised a trace of curiosity.

But it was just a moment, and this curiosity was suppressed.

Because Li Shiyuan is very clear that when Mu CEN is dead, how can the dead come back to life.

Just such a sense of familiarity, let Li Shiyuan's heart always hanging, how can't put down.

……

In the imperial dining room.

Before the tense mood, in Cheng Dezhu's words, all people are relieved, Mu CEN is naturally listed as a great meritorious official of the imperial dining room. Without Mu Cen, it would not be so easy to go on.

"Zhen Zhen, I really despise you, didn't expect the emperor to like these." The imperial chef was obviously relieved, "you are the one who saved the whole imperial dining room. You should know that your companion is like a tiger. If you are not careful, your head will fall to the ground."

Mu Cen very light smile: "my cooking is not good, that is, some ordinary dishes."

"The emperor likes it, that's good." The imperial chef said directly, "in the future, you will be responsible for the emperor's three meals, and the slaves here will fight for you. As long as you're not tired to yourself. "