Tang Yiwan is not afraid of this meeting.

Probably because cooking is her forte.

She knows how to play.

Tang Yiwan nodded: "I will definitely do my best."

What she asked for from the court lady was also very simple, a little sorghum flour ground by a stone mill, a handful of green vegetables, and four dried plums.

There is also duck soup from the Imperial Dining Room.

The tables and chairs that were originally used to enjoy the flowers were put together and became a "stage" for Tang Yiwan and others to play.

Here are all kinds of kitchen utensils.

The ladies had no choice but to sit back where they were and wait to see how Tang Yiwan would cook in public.

In their eyes, this is really unruly and inappropriate.

At this time, the Eighth Prince supported Concubine Mo and walked nearby.

Concubine Mo had a cold expression on her face.

She asked: "You have been walking with Ben Gong for so long, Ben Gong is tired, should you go back to the palace?"

The eighth prince laughed and said, "Mother and concubine usually spend time researching institutions in the palace, but my father has already said that you should come out more often."

"Son, I will walk with you for a while. Look, there are many people in front of you. It seems to be the ostentation of Concubine Yi. Let's go and have a look."

Concubine Mo cast a sideways glance at him: "Concubine Yi is throwing a banquet for the second prince to see you as a lady today, what are we going to do?"

The eighth prince chuckled: "Then you have to join in the fun, mother concubine, let's go."

Under his pull, Concubine Mo had no choice but to follow him to the garden.

As soon as she entered, Concubine Mo saw Tang Yiwan standing in the crowd.

Of course she recognizes this girl. She had an impression when she was in the draft.

What's more, for so many years, her own son has quietly been in close contact with this girl, and she knows it by heart.

No wonder her lazy son suddenly said to accompany her for a walk.

It turned out that was the idea.

After Concubine Mo walked over, Concubine Yi saw it immediately.

"Sister Mo Concubine, come quickly, let's wait and see if there will be any good luck!" Concubine Yi waved cordially.

The palace people immediately set up a stool beside Concubine Yi, and Concubine Mo walked over to take a seat and exchanged greetings with Concubine Yi.

The second prince and the eighth prince exchanged a look.

Tang Yiwan hadn't noticed them coming yet.

Because she was carefully blending the sorghum flour in front of her.

The cohesion of sorghum flour is not high, so it needs to be prepared with cooked oil.

After washing her hands, she dried them and rubbed them directly with her hands.

The cauldron set up with firewood was boiling at this moment, and Tang Yiwan threw a handful of vegetables into it.

Everyone can see her smooth and smooth movements, and you know that she usually does a lot of things at home.

After the green vegetables are cooked, take them out, put them in a stone mortar and pound them directly.

Finally, pour it into a clean white filter and filter to get a bowl of green vegetable juice.

She poured the vegetable juice into the sorghum flour just now, kneaded it back and forth, and it became a smooth green dough.

Tang Yiwan cut the dough and kneaded it into long noodles.

In order to keep the noodles firm, she stretched her hands and flicked them on the table.

The noodles and flour flew up like snow dust in the sun.

Tang Yiwan's concentration and seriousness attracted the eighth prince to clap his hands: "Good!"

Concubine Mo turned her head and glanced at her son.

The Eighth Prince restrained himself a little immediately.

Tang Yiwan threw the plums into the boiling water and boiled them, and put the green noodles into the pot.

Taking advantage of this time, Tang Yiwan poured the old duck soup into a bowl, and used chopsticks to shred the duck meat into strips as a spare.

When the noodles are cooked, take them out and put them in a bowl, and spread the duck meat and fresh bamboo shoots on the noodles.

So, a bowl of fragrant fresh duck noodles is ready.

"Empress Yifei, please taste this sapphire noodles."

"Sapphire noodles? Is this the name you gave it?" Yi Fei laughed.

Tang Yiwan nodded seriously.

The noodles are light turquoise and shiny with oil, just looking at them makes people want to taste them.

Concubine Yi asked someone to take a small bowl and chopsticks: "I share with Concubine Mo."

Only then did Tang Yiwan notice that Concubine Mo was also there, and she hurriedly greeted her.

The moment he raised his eyes, he saw the Eighth Prince behind Concubine Mo and raised his eyebrows at her.