Distressed Young Woman Transmigrates: Wangfei Who Defies the Imperial Edict Chapter 81: Poor barbecue (2)

The omnipotent Haruhi stared at the fatty meat, with cold sweat on his forehead, "Princess, I don't know how to handle this meat."

"Ah, let's go to the asters and green calyx."

"Princess, neither will we." The other two maids wailed bitterly.

Chunri used to be Miss Qianjin, her ten fingers did not touch Yang Chunshui, how could she know how to prepare meat? Although Ziyuan and Lue were court ladies, the most common women who can be selected into the palace are the daughters of squires, who only eat ready-made on the table I have never been in a kitchen, so I don't know how to cook with barbecue. Among the people present, apart from Xiao Yao, no one really knows how to barbecue.

"No, I'm an injured patient. Do you want me to do it myself? You guys are too disrespectful to patients." Seeing them looking at each other, Xiao Yao could only roll his eyes and resign himself to doing it himself , "I knew that no one can be relied on these days. If you want to eat meat, you have to do it yourself. It's really miserable for me to be a princess."

Xiao Yao borrowed a lot of seasonings from the Imperial Dining Room. She added salt, sugar, ginger, chives, and sweet potato powder to the meat and stirred it to marinate. Homemade barbed wire on top of the oven and you're done.

Everyone sat down in a row, surrounded by the oven, waiting for the chicken wings on the bamboo sticks in their hands to be cooked.

"Little plum is about to turn over, it's about to burn... Ah Ziyuan, the charcoal fire on your side is coming up, don't let the fire burn the meat, it will have a smoky smell." Everyone is a beginner in barbecue, afraid of them After ruining the meat, Xiao Yao could only frantically stare at this and that.

"Princess, do you want honey juice?"

"Don't worry, let's cook it for a while! Come and order some soy sauce for me."

"Haha, it's ripe, it smells so good."

Xiao Yao laughed and romped with them, eating grilled chicken wings, very happy.

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In the Xiyuan water pavilion in the imperial garden, the emperor and his ministers are discussing the matter of flood control in the river this year. Flood control is the top priority of the country every year. It takes a lot of money to build dams every year, but it is washed away by floods every year. Not to mention spending a lot of treasury money, the people along the river were repeatedly killed, and hundreds of thousands of people were displaced, suffering unspeakably.

Ministers expressed their opinions and put forward many measures to control the river disaster. Some of the methods are also worthy of discussion, but these methods still treat the symptoms rather than the root cause, and cannot really solve the flood disaster.

Several ministers each advocated that the emperor adopt their own suggestions, and the battle was fierce. A smell of meat came over the wall, drifted through the shade of flowers and trees, floated across the water pavilions and terraces, and floated into the hungry courtiers.

Some ministers who were so hungry that their faces turned blue couldn't help but grimaced, and swallowed a few times.

Before dawn this morning, the emperor received a document about the five-hundred-mile flood in the Lingjiang River, and immediately sent someone to drag the sleeping minister from the bed to the palace to discuss the flood. Don't mention eating breakfast.