Chapter 9 — The Emperor swore not to let me become a concubine, but as soon as he met, he demanded to become a concubine

"A cooking competition? What kind of national affair is this?"

"They definitely don't have good intentions! They want to use this opportunity to insult us!"

Tieu Triet sat on the long chair, his face also full of anger. He was just about to tear up that official letter. I suddenly stuck out from behind the screen behind him. In his hand he also held a string of goat meat that had just been grilled. I ate the meat and spoke.

“This competition, I accept.”

Everyone looked at me in fear. My older brother, Tham Dinh Chu, was the first person to stand up and object.

"Vi Vi, chaos! This matter is related to national dignity, can it be considered a joke?"

I swallowed the last piece of goat meat, licking the dill powder from the corner of my mouth. Then, I looked towards Tieu Triet.

"Your Majesty, ten thousand buffaloes and ten thousand goats, if you don't take them, it's a waste."

“Think about it, how many dishes from this buffalo and goat can be used to make whole roasted buffalo, whole roasted goat, dried beef, goat meat skewers…”

Before I finished speaking, Tieu Triet's eyes lit up. He swallowed his saliva. Then, firmly slam your hand down on the long lean.

“Just decide!”

“Queen, I trust you!”

The civil and military officials of the whole court: "..." They looked at us, the pair of greedy Emperor Empresses, and collectively fell into silence. They feel that Dai Luong's future is not something to worry about. But life is almost over. The competition location is set at the border of the two countries. Northern Yan sent their "first chef of the steppe", Kun Bo. A strong man with a body like a bear, his arms are bigger than my thighs. It is said that he can roast an entire camel alone. On our side, we are alone. Oh, and brought along a eunuch to light the fire. The rules of competition are very simple. The two sides each made three dishes, which were tasted by the generals of both countries and voted to decide the winner or loser. The first game, compared sword attack. Kun Bo took out a knife larger than a door panel, made a "bang" sound, and directly split a whole goat into two halves. The flesh and bones are separated, clean and neat. Causing the Bac Yen soldiers to simultaneously cheer and praise. It's my turn. Under everyone's curious eyes, I slowly took out a piece of... tofu from my food box. Everyone was stunned. Does this thing also require sword work? I just saw me take out a small, delicate Van Tu knife and take a deep breath. The wrist rotated like flying, the knife flashed continuously. So fast that only an afterimage could be seen. Wait until I stop. That piece of tofu was cut into thousands of tofu strands as thin as hair. Dropped into the clear water, the tofu strands spread out, like a blooming chrysanthemum. The whole school was as quiet as paper. Everyone was stunned by my "Wen Tu tofu" trick. Even Con Bo forgot to shout and opened his mouth wide to look at that bowl of tofu, as if he had just seen a ghost. I smiled slightly.

“Thank you for giving in.”

Sometimes, true strength does not lie in brute force. It's all about the technique. And a cheap piece of tofu. In the first knife attack competition, I relied on an ecstatic "Van Tu tofu" move and easily won. Dai Luong's generals burst into cheers that echoed to the heavens.

“The Queen is majestic!”

“Your Majesty, you will be fine, you will be fine!”

That scene was even more exciting than just winning a battle. North Yen is a gloomy piece of cloud. Kun Bo looked at that lady's bowl of tofu, which was more delicate than embroidered flowers, and his unsightly face looked like he had just eaten a fly. Perhaps in his entire life he never thought that the great dissection skill he was always proud of would actually lose to a small piece of tofu. He was very dissatisfied.

“What's the use of good knife work!”

“Our steppe men value eating meat in large pieces and drinking wine in large gulps!”

“This thing of yours looks beautiful, can you eat it to your fullest?”

I smiled and did not argue with him.

"We'll know later whether we can eat enough or not."

In the second game, so is the main course. Con Bo has already prepared a giant grilling pit. He ordered someone to carry up a whole golden cow that had been completely cleaned. Use an iron skewer to pierce it and place it on the grill. While grilling, brush with their special steppe sauce. Not long after, the strong smell of meat spread throughout the competition arena.