Chen He didn't know what the Crown Prince wanted to do to summon him, but he specifically told him to come on an empty stomach, which I guess was related to.

He did not dare to go against Ying Zheng's will, but he drank a bowl of chicken soup.

The beauty's bare hands soup is a picture that the dead Qi Ziyuan has drawn countless times. In the past, this was something that Chen He didn't even dare to think about.

But now, he just thinks it's a pastime.

A husband’s ambition should not be to stay in the house to teach women!

Chen He entered the palace with Ying Zheng's token in his hand, stalking with his head high.

In the Qing Palace of Prince Zheng, Mo Zhe'an was pushing the mill, and the palace eunuchs packed up some strange things with the smell of beans.

Chen He sniffed, smelled the smell, and unconsciously remembered his past situation in Zhao.

Zhao is bitter and cold, and many athletes who have lost their land dare not become beggars. Therefore, they are doing the rogue and are eager to make some achievements one day and gain wealth and full food.

But behind chivalrous is money. Chen He, a down-and-out hero, does not have the qualifications to be chivalrous everywhere.

When he was so hungry that he went to the farmlands in the suburbs to steal some immature food.

The feeling of chewing green beans...

It's the taste of green beans!

Chen He felt a stern.

He didn't understand why this luxurious palace had such a bad smell.

Chen He respectfully saluted Ying Zheng who was busy.

The people in the Eastern Palace were busy at this time, no one was spreading the news, and no one dared to disturb Ying Zheng.

So when Ying Zheng noticed Chen He, Chen He had already maintained a gesture of saluting for dozens of breaths.

"Why did you come?" Ying Zheng frowned: "Okay, okay, what kind of tribute, come here quickly, I want you to eat."

Chen He then breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his waist slightly, and walked forward.

The place where Ying Zheng pointed was a messy table with these dining plates on it. There were some messy things that had never been seen before on the plate. They looked ugly and didn't smell too strong. There were some words marked under the dining plates, but of course, Chen He was illiterate, so he didn't know what these words mean.

"Your Highness, which one should I eat first?" Chen He asked.

"Come on one by one, eat the plate with the word "Shu". Take one bite for each plate and tell me what the taste tastes." Ying Zheng said casually.

"Shu?" Chen He glanced.

On the table, he couldn't see anything related to the round and yellow soybeans in his memory.

"Are you illiterate?" Ying Zheng looked at Chen He's reaction and nodded as if he was enlightened: "Start from the left-most plate, just eat one bite."

"Ye." Chen Heru received a general amnesty and walked forward, picked up the yellow and black thing, and took a big bite.

The taste is not as bad as expected.

Even, there is a disgusting smell of oil and fishy smell, and the taste of beans is relatively strong, but it is not as difficult to chew.

This thing...

After Chen He chewed and swallowed the things in his mouth.

It's not as hard to swallow.

"How?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Delicious." Chen He said.

Ying Zheng frowned: "You don't need to flatter you, just answer it according to fact."

Chen He opened his mouth and gritted his teeth and said, "Since the prince said that, I will tell the truth... This thing is extremely unpalatable than the chicken soup served by my concubine when I came, and it is extremely fishy and disgusting. However, it is very delicious than the chicken soup served by my concubine when I was in a downturn!"

Ying Zheng nodded: "It's time to tell the truth."

After thinking about it, he said, "Please rinse your mouth with the wine on the table, and then taste the ones next to you."

Chen He bowed and then picked up the wine bottle and took a big sip, and took out a piece of white stuff from the second plate.

After getting Ying Zheng's words, he was very calm at this time and even had the mood to watch the matter carefully.

The face of the white one is whiter than the most beautiful beauty Chen He has seen. He can even feel a little warmth when he holds it in his hand.

What is this thing...?

Chen He took a bite and felt an inexplicable fragrance.

It tasted a little toothless, and after chewing it for a few bites, it felt a little sweet, but it was faintly slight.

Swallow it, it is as silky as if the cream enters the throat, and it will fall into the middle of the line.

Chen Lang let go of this not just something.

"How does it taste?" Ying Zheng asked.

"The taste is very good, but when you eat it roughly, it has no taste. If you chew it carefully, it will taste sweet and savory." Chen He replied.

"How about Liang Fan?" Ying Zheng asked again.

Liang rice is white rice.

Chen He recalled the taste of white rice in his memory and shook his head: "I can't judge."

Ying Zheng nodded: "That is, each has its own flavor..."

After detaching, I tasted several things that I didn’t know what it was.

The more Chen He eats, the more relaxed he becomes.

Because there are fewer unpalatable things, even if they are unpalatable, they are much more unpalatable than he imagined.

Ying Zheng asked a lot of questions, and Chen He answered them one by one.

Ying Zheng nodded: "You are honest. What you said is similar to what I had tasted personally before."

Before Chen He came, Ying Zheng had already asked many people to eat these things.

Ying Zheng made the ink rice, bran, wheat, beans, millet and other foods.

Some of them are grinding out of oil and water, and some of them are powder.

Ying Zheng initially asked people to cook the powder in water, and the end they got was mostly a pot of paste, and then ordered the ink masters and maids to drink the paste.

Ying Zheng tasted it himself, but most of it didn’t taste good.

It is much worse than tofu, and it doesn't make anything similar to tofu.

So Mozhe An suggested adding water first, mixing it, and then cooking it.

Then, after many twists and turns, the finished product that was closer to the shape of tofu was the one that Chen He tasted.

"You pick out the two things you think are better from these things, wrap them up, go to the north of Xianyang City to find my senior brother Ju Zizhou, and ask him to taste them, and then say, you made them yourself. Remember to observe his reaction when he eats them, do you understand?" Ying Zheng said.

Ju Zizhou?

Isn't he dead?

Chen He was frightened.

"An, go and lead the way for Chenhe." Ying Zheng instructed.

Chen He swallowed, his heart pounding, and he looked at Mo Zhe'an, who smiled at him with a tooth.

The teeth are as white as bones, and the teeth are as sharp as knife...

"Pick two and take them." An smiled enthusiastically.

As long as the people around Ying Zheng are not from other scholars who have clear opinions, An will not target them much.

Chen He calmed down and chose two things he thought were delicious, took them, wrapped them in silk cloth handed over by the palace servants on the side, and said goodbye to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng looked at Chen He's choice and nodded slightly.

It is "rice" and "wheat", which is consistent with the evaluations of himself, An, and other palace ladies.
Chapter completed!