Chapter 6 — In my previous life, I fought for three generations of queens, but in this life I just want to eat my fill

Dung Tan swallowed such a big lump of anger, how could she easily ignore it? She did not dare to attack me openly. After all, the emperor's attitude was still ambiguous, but the small movements in the dark never stopped. For example, the rice and soup brought by Ngu Thien Phong started to become bland, sometimes even cold and sour. The fire coal in the regulations was also changed to black coal that smelled of smoke. There was a lot of smoke and ash. As soon as it was lit, the whole room was filled with smoke and dust. Even when I asked Xuan Dao to ask for a bucket of hot water, they pushed me over and over again, but it still didn't come for half a day. Xuan Dao was so angry that he cried:

"Young master, they are really too much. This servant should go find the Internal Affairs Palace to explain the matter."

“What reason?”

“So… so should we just be patient like that?”

“Then wrap the remaining pork rinds, using oil paper to wrap them into several packages.”

“What do you intend to do, young master?”

"Give a gift."

That afternoon. I carried a few packages of fragrant pork fat with salt and pepper, led Xuan Dao, and proudly headed straight to Ngu Thien Phong. Just in time is the busiest time to prepare dinner. Inside the Ngu Thien Room, the heat was rising, people were crowded, pots and pans were clanking endlessly. The eunuch in charge was loudly shouting and commanding everyone to work. Seeing me enter, he paused for a moment, then immediately forced a fake smile and walked up to greet me:

"Oh, Young Master Tham, why do you lower yourself to this place full of oil and smoke? Or maybe today's rules are not to your taste."

“Nothing, nothing, very suitable for taste.”

I smiled brightly, stuffing a package of pork rinds into his hand, "Cong Cong Ly has worked hard, I invite you to try these snacks and let your masters taste them." Ly Cong Cong looked at the oil paper package in his hand, the shiny grease seeping out, and suddenly felt a bit bewildered.

“This… is…”

“Salt and pepper pork rind cooked by me.”

My voice was not loud, but loud enough for the chefs and assistants who were listening around to hear clearly, "It's not worth anything, just a little thought."

"The masters serve their masters every day. They work hard from fire and smoke. These snacks can be eaten when you're tired to relieve hunger."

As I said that, I distributed the remaining packages to a few chefs who were curiously poking their heads to look to the side. The rich aroma of fat immediately spread throughout the kitchen. The chefs looked at the pieces of pork fat in their hands, fragrant, shiny golden, and looked at my face, smiling gently, without a rack, everyone's eyes changed. In the palace, kitchen workers like them don't have a high status, are scolded every day, and work hard. Has any master ever glanced at them kindly? Let alone bringing them food.

“Little Master Shen… this… is really embarrassing.”

A chubby, simple chef rubbed his hands, so excited that his face turned red.

“Just a little sincerity.”

I waved my hand, then lowered my voice and said to Cong Ly, "Ly Cong Cong, our Thinh Truc Hien place is small, there are few people, the food portion is often not used up. From now on... reduce the quantity by half to avoid waste."

"As for fire coal, just enough to boil a little hot water is enough. Black coal is also very good, burns for a long time."

“Just bothering the little workers in the hot water room, their hands and feet are more nimble A little is fine.”

Ly Cong Cong is a cunning person, he understood what I meant in just a blink of an eye. I used these worthless packages of pork rinds to cover his mouth, give him a step down, and at the same time implicitly remind him: don't overdo it, just the right amount is fine. Although pork fat is cheap, I have given you enough of this face. If he continues to cut corners, it will be like turning Ngu Thien Phong into a narrow-minded person that even a little princess cannot tolerate. If that story spreads out, its reputation will not be easy to hear. The fake smile on Ly Cong Cong's face immediately became a bit more sincere. He mentally chewed the pork rind in his hand and lowered his voice:

“Young master said too much. It's all the people below who don't understand things."

"You can rest assured, the amount of food you should have is still enough."

“Fire coal… turn around and someone will change to silver silk coal.”