It seems that Kou Nanhuai really angered the public.

"Captain Yang is polite, it's just a simple task. By the way, how did Kou Nanhuai do later?"

Xin Lin left in a hurry that day and did not see Kou Nanhuai leave.

That boy, Zhao Ling was injured by Gui Hu, and he would not be able to survive.

"The prince took him out of the palace, as if he was going to ask Taichangqing to save Zhaoling. After that, he never showed up again. However, the prince returned to the palace yesterday. Judging from his expression, there should be nothing serious."

Captain Yang looked dissatisfied.

Looking for Taichangqing...

Xin Lin's heart moved.

She had already guessed that Feng Xi was Taichangqing.

But Feng Xi hasn't left.

Thinking of this, Feng Xi has been avoiding her... Or is it that Feng Xi just doesn't want to see her?

Xin Lin felt a moment of loss.

In the past few days, first Feng Xi and then Gui Hu, both of them retreated from her. Is it so annoying that her Xin Lin is so annoying?

She suddenly felt a sense of depression in her heart. Since they were unhappy with her, she would not pay attention to them.

While talking, Captain Yang had already escorted a car with a group of spiritual food masters from the imperial kitchen and Xin Lin to the streets.

It is already the twelfth lunar month, and it is only two or three days before the New Year.

The entire Zixiao City is decorated with lights and colors.

A few days ago, it was just the first snow since the beginning of winter. It was cold and the surroundings were covered with white areas.

The people of Longteng Kingdom are very traditional. After sweeping the snow, they hung red lanterns and couplets in front of the door.

The wealthy families were hung with fat and thin bacon and some smoked duck and duck chickens, and the streets were filled with a strong New Year atmosphere.

But there are also some families who are poor. For them, the twelfth lunar month is undoubtedly a natural disaster. If they are not careful, they will freeze and starve to death.

The Empress Dowager is also sympathetic to the people, so she will give alms during this season.

Under Captain Yang's arrangement, several vendors were temporarily driven away on the largest streets of Zixiao City.

A few stoves and large pots, and the firewood was ready soon.

Although I cooked white porridge today, Xin Lin did not dare to neglect it.

She asked someone to take clean water and clean the rice. When the big pot was put on the stove, she found one of the stoves and started cooking porridge with her own hands.

It’s not that she is so kind-hearted, but that she has to do it herself if she wants to be against the will of heaven.

Seeing that the princesses in Fuzhou were all doing it themselves, the other spiritual chefs in the imperial kitchen were not willing to be outdone and were all busy.

You should know that although this white porridge is simple, it is not easy to cook.

After Xin Lin finished boiling, she asked someone to add some rice, and she added some Yujingquan.

After the rice is put into the pot, it needs to be stirred continuously. The large amount of hot steam makes Xin Lin's pretty face flushed.

The man stirred quickly, and soon the rice was cooked.

Pearl white rice rolled up and down in boiling water.

The water turned beige, and the sticky rice paste exuded the aroma of rice.

But in less than a quarter of an hour, a strong smell of rice filled the streets and alleys.

Some civilians and beggars who had received the news all surrounded them.

Especially the big pot on Xin Lin's side was surrounded by water.

Although they are all white porridge, the white porridge on Xinlin's side is obviously a bit different from those made by other spiritual delicacies.

The white porridge from others was not cooked yet, and hers was already out of the pot. The rice paste was transparent and white, and the rice grains inside were clearly divided, making people drool.
Chapter completed!