Chapter 11 — The Emperor swore not to let me become a concubine, but as soon as he met, he demanded to become a concubine

He said poignantly: "Brothers, sometimes, the highest quality ingredients often only require the most rustic cooking method."

“But sometimes, the most simple ingredients, plus a little creativity, can create a flavor that will amaze the whole world.”

“This is the vastness and depth of our Central Plains cuisine.”

“You, are still very far away.”

Con Bo looked at me, for the first time a trace of admiration appeared in his eyes. The second game, we won again. Winning without being nervous at all. Two consecutive wins. I was sure of victory. But according to the competition rules, there is still a third game. Third game, compare sweet snacks. After being attacked in the previous two games, Con Bo completely lost his temper. He looked at me, like he was looking at a monster.

“Your Majesty, do you… do you still want to compete?”

I nodded.

“Of course, being human must have a beginning and an end.”

"What's more, our Great Liang generals haven't had any sweet snacks yet."

Con Bo sighed and accepted his fate. What he ordered someone to bring was their signature sweet dessert from the steppes—milk tofu. Use fresh cow's milk, ferment it, and then press it into it. When eaten, it has a sweet and sour taste, with a strong milk flavor. It's really not a bad after-meal breakfast. It's my turn. Everyone looked at me curiously. I want to know what kind of horror we can pull out this time. I just saw that I was neither fast nor slow, from behind my team of small cooks, that same eunuch who started the fire, brought out a... strange machine. The other machine was square and square, and connected to a crank. At first glance, it looks a bit like... a meat grinder? Everyone is very skeptical. To make a sweet snack, what should you use a meat grinder for? Maybe you want to make something... sponge cake with meat floss? Under everyone's suspicious eyes. I ordered someone to carry up a large ice box, along with a pile of fresh fruit. Watermelon, honeydew melon, lychee, grapes... I poured ice into that strange machine. Then, start… spinning.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

The machine started moving. A miracle happened. The solid blocks of ice, after coming out of the other end of the machine, turned into a pile of... smooth white snow? No, it's softer than snow. This is the black technology I brought from our hometown——the hand-cranked ice shaver! We put the shaved ice into a bowl, forming a small mountain. Then, pour over the syrup that we cooked ourselves with red sugar. Cover with chopped pieces of colorful fresh fruit. Finally, from a vase, I scooped out a large spoonful of the glittering, transparent substance. Drizzle over the top. A bowl full of bright colors, just looking at it makes people feel happy——fruit and potato shaved ice, just like that. Under the summer sun, that bowl of shaved ice radiated cool air and the sweetness of fruit. Truly like an oasis in the desert. All soldiers, regardless of whether they belong to Dai Liang or Northern Yen. As soon as I saw that bowl of shaved ice, my eyes went blank. They had just finished eating numbing and spicy noodles, just when their mouths were dry, their tongues were thirsty, and their heads were full of sweat. This stone bowl is truly a savior for them! Basically no need to vote anymore. Everyone seemed crazy again, rush forward. Even Con Bo couldn't stand the charm, pushed his way into the crowd, and grabbed a bowl.

"Cool! Refreshing! Sweet!"

"So delicious! This is truly the food of the gods, isn't it!"

“I feel like my whole body has come back to life!”

"What is that thing that is Q and elastic? It's so delicious!"

The scene was even more bustling than during the recent noodles and oil dispute. I watched each of them eat until there was no trace left, looking extremely satisfied. Immediately revealed a happy smile like his mother. America can indeed conquer the world. In three rounds of competition, I had an overwhelming advantage of three wins, completely defeating the number one chef of Bac Yen. The envoy sent by the Northern Yan Khan, his face was pale. According to the agreement, they must compensate us with 10,000 buffalos and 10,000 goats. This is a huge fortune. The envoy cried with a mournful face, wanting to pay off his debt.

“Your Majesty, this… this competition, can it be considered a draw?”

I haven't said anything yet. Bac Yen soldiers were the first to refuse. Each of them carried a bowl of shaved ice and surrounded the envoy.