The more Jie Kong ate, the more he felt as if he had tasted this sowhere before.
But before Jie Kong could figure it out, the bowl was already empty.
Unconsciously, he finished the al and still felt unsatisfied.
Sun Qing saw this and asked, "Are you full?"
The master was a tall and well-built man, naturally with a big appetite.
When Sun Qing went to get the al... wait, he thought that perhaps the master wouldn’t have enough.
But the others had finished serving, and Sun Qing was too embarrassed to ask for more.
So he brought the lunch box back, watching the master eat with such gusto, it seed like he had digested all the food in his stomach already and wanted to eat...
Jie Kong ate every last grain of rice, then put down his chopsticks, saying, "Who would this portion be enough for?"
Sun Qing coughed lightly, "After all, Princess Mo made it with care, so the portion wasn’t large..."
"Then have her make more."
Sun Qing chuckled, "You also think it tastes good, right? This is the best I’ve ever eaten..."
"Stop making a fuss over nothing," Jie Kong glanced at him, then said, "It’s just ordinary fried rice."
Sun Qing scratched his head and said, "Really, I think it’s delicious..."
"Ordinary!"
"Yet you finished it, didn’t you?"
"That’s because your Crown Prince was hungry."
"Oh, oh, so are you full? How about ordering so dishes?"
"Forget it," Jie Kong waved his hand, "Let them clear it away."
Jie Kong always had people serving him, and there were dedicated people preparing the evening al, ready to await his orders.
But inexplicably, after tasting that fried rice just now, the thought of eating the usual delicacies didn’t excite him.
Jie Kong straightened his back, his gaze lingering on the spot where the bowls and plates had been placed, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, then he snorted and turned his head away.
Absurd.
It wasn’t even that good.
In the next few days, Mo Shu personally cooked.
Ji Nan, who had served by Mo Shu’s side for many years, didn’t even know Mo Shu had this skill.
It wasn’t just breakfast, lunch, and dinner; she even knew a bit about making pastries and cakes.
Recently, the osmanthus in the courtyard blood well. After collecting so a few days ago, Mo Shu made osmanthus cakes today.
Making osmanthus cake isn’t difficult; the challenge is in the taste and technique.
And Mo Shu’s osmanthus cake had a wonderful texture, the right sweetness, lted in the mouth, and the distinctive fragrance of osmanthus lingered in the nose.
The young girls in Moxiang Garden each got a piece. They were all delighted as they ate, praising Mo Shu one after another.
The children were still too young, but watching the young girls eat, they eagerly reached out their chubby little hands to ask for a taste.
Zhao i, holding one of them, said, "You can’t eat it now. Wait until you grow up."
The little one, not knowing whether he understood, reached out to grab Zhao i’s clothing, right at the chest.
Zhao i felt a bit embarrassed and said, "Princess Mo, is the little master hungry? He’s grabbing my clothes."
Mo Shu was making tea, her skills in brewing tea were exquisite, fluidly smooth. Just watching was a pleasure.
Mo Shu said, "Where’s Ji Nan?"
"Sister Ji Nan is watching the little master roll over."
Mo Shu smiled, "Then take him inside and let them roll over together."
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