So what if I, as a chef, make elixirs?

The injuries on his body and the dark injuries accumulated by the spiritual roots were all recovered under the careful care of the mysterious old man.

In the previous conference, Yaochen clearly understood his powerlessness, there was no good weapon, and his swordsmanship really couldn't reach the level of his eldest brother's unpredictability.

He has always been modest, he only knows that Yao Zou's Juhe is powerful, but he doesn't know that Yao Zou is just this trick powerful, if he fights him with a real sword, I'm afraid it will only be Yao Chen who wins.

At this moment, he was carrying two fat pheasants in his hands, wanting to study the taste of this pheasant and the fruit stew of the world, but he met Emperor Yanfei and his party by chance.

As if seeing a lifesaver, the emperor asked in a weak voice.

"You...... Are you a descendant of the medicine clan on this mountain of seeking medicine?".

Yan Wuxia fluttered a pair of bright big eyes, carefully observing the young man in front of her.

This young man was not much older than him, and there was still a hint of greenness on his body, but he had a good posture, and his limbs were slender but powerful.

Compared to the imperial doctor in the palace, she had always thought that the people of the medicine clan were as stubborn and extreme as that old guy.

At this moment, Yaochen's appearance seems to have opened a new door for her life.

"Ah, yes, it's called Yaochen after the Medicine Clan. "

Yaochen knew the unwritten rule on the medicine mountain, so he didn't expose the fact that he was the son of the patriarch, in case they would do anything to open the back door for him.

The emperor's eyebrows suddenly stretched out in surprise, and a trace of strength somehow welled up from his body.

He struggled to get up from the guard's arms and bowed respectfully to Yaochen.

"The widow is the emperor of the Yanfei Imperial Kingdom, Yan Zheng, who is suffering from a strange illness today, and it is difficult to sleep and eat, so he came to ask Yaoshan to meet the noble chief and seek healing. "

Yan Zheng seemed very sincere, neither humble nor arrogant, and his domineering spirit as an emperor was well hidden by him, which made Yaochen feel that this Yan Zeng was very easy to get along with.

"Oh, I'm here to seek medical treatment~ That's good, that's good. The patriarch has been waiting for you in the clan recently, as long as you can climb this mountain of medicine, the patriarch will definitely be hospitable and take care of your illness. "

The news that the Yanfei Imperial Kingdom was coming to seek medical treatment had actually spread within the clan a long time ago, and Yaochen naturally knew some information.

Suddenly, a young man jumped out from behind Yan Chen, pointed to Yaochen's nose and asked.

"Who are you who dare to talk to my father like this? Knowing that we are from the Yanfei Imperial Kingdom, why don't you hurry up and find someone to prepare a sedan chair to carry us up!".

This little prince is used to being domineering in the palace on weekdays, so he naturally doesn't know what kind of place this medicine mountain is.

But when Yan Zheng heard this, he was so shocked that his pores were blocked, and his sweat almost escaped from his pores.

He grabbed his youngest son and dragged him into his arms, while his other hand was clucking his mouth.

"Don't you dare to talk nonsense! Don't you dare to talk nonsense! This is not the palace, it is someone else's territory, what if the power of the medicine clan is staring at us around here!".

The little prince had never seen his father so nervous and fierce, and his tears couldn't stop rolling in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's normal for children to be ignorant. Now, I have a fruit here for you to eat, it's sweet. "

Yao Chen stepped forward with a smile, stopped Yan Zheng's hand, and at the same time took out a yellow fruit from the storage ring and handed it to the little prince.

Seeing Yaochen handing fruit to his son, he didn't dare to squeak, the medicine people are all benevolent, and they don't think they will poison their son or anything.

And the eldest princess Yan Wuxia saw that her younger brother could still be forgiven by the young man in front of her, and she had a little more good feeling and a little jealousy in her heart, and she also wanted to taste the taste of the fruit.

The fruit is light yellow in appearance, revealing a pleasant fragrance.

Yaochen took out a knife made of jade, cut the fruit into six parts, and handed it to the little prince.

The little prince smelled the unique aroma of the fruit, and somehow his saliva came out, as if urging him to eat it quickly.

"Woohoo!".

As soon as he took a bite, the distinct flesh exploded under the chewing of his teeth, and the fragrance rushed to his taste buds with the extreme sourness.

"Phew, so sour!so sour!so sour!".

The

little prince's facial features were distorted together because of the strong sour taste, and the saliva in his mouth was constantly secreted due to the stimulation of strong acid, and it flowed down like a waterfall in the blink of an eye.

Yaochen couldn't help but laugh out loud, his laughter was very contagious, Yan Zeng and Yan Wuxia, who had seen the embarrassment of the little prince before, couldn't help frowning slightly and wanted to ask Yaochen what he had done.

But seeing his innocent smile, he couldn't help but be stunned in his heart, and snickered.

The other guards wanted to laugh, but in order to hold their jobs, they endured it as if they had undergone rigorous training.

Yaochen took the remaining five fruits from the little prince's hand, wiped his tears with his cuffs and said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was playing with you before, this fruit is not poisonous, just a little sour, if you use it well, it can make quite a lot of delicious dishes. "

As he spoke, he stuffed a piece of fruit into his mouth and took a bite, and then showed the same expression as the little prince to prove that the fruit was not poisonous.

Yan Zheng's heart was relieved at this time, and he ordered the little eunuch beside him to take the little prince down, so as not to make anything wrong and make this unhappy.

And Yan Wuxia has been deeply attracted by this sunny smile at the moment, as a member of the royal family, she is surrounded by flattering faces, and Yaochen's free and cheerful personality makes her feel that rare sincerity.

She wanted to be friends with this young man named Yaochen.

"Childe!".

She couldn't help but call out Yaochen, who was about to turn around and continue up the mountain, but she didn't know where this courage came from, although she screamed, she lowered her head a little shyly and looked at him with the rest of her eyes to confirm whether the other party had heard.

Yao Chen's ears were very sensitive to this slight shout, and he turned his head to look at Yan Wuxia.

"What's wrong?".

Yan Wuxia finally mustered up her courage after hesitating for a while.

"The little woman is Yan Feiyan's eldest daughter named Yan Wuxia, I hope to make friends with my son, and I hope that my son will not refuse. "

"Yes. "

Yaochen's answer was very short and straightforward, which made Yan Wuxia stunned, but he saw that his handsome face had white teeth and dark eyes, and the whole person was bathed in the dappled sunlight.

She only felt as if her heart had fallen peacefully into his five-fingered mountain, and she could no longer resist him.

Yaochen turned around and was about to leave when he heard Yan Zheng's stomach gurgling.

This anorexia caused him to feel hungry very easily, but the hunger could not be relieved, and he felt a great headache, and he turned to the little eunuch behind him and said.

"Let the imperial chef prepare the meal, let's eat before going up the mountain." "

The little eunuch hurriedly ran to the team behind and informed the imperial cook to prepare gruel and side dishes.

Yao Chen heard that they were going to prepare a meal, and he was also interested at this moment, so he sat on the stone steps and watched curiously as the imperial chefs behind him got busy.

Yan Zhuang thought that Yaochen was also hungry, so he smiled and beckoned Yaochen to come down to eat together, but Yaochen refused with a smile.

He just wanted to see what kind of court cuisine in this world was.

One of the five imperial chefs is obviously their leader, that is, the head chef.

The knife work in the fat man's hand was indeed excellent, and all kinds of materials seemed to come alive under his knife, and in the blink of an eye, they became uniform and beautiful shapes.

And the ingredients he uses are also all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, abalone and shark fin naturally needless to say, small arm-length prawns, white as jade bird's nest various ingredients make him a little dazzled.

They are all very high-end ingredients, and although they are built in a makeshift kitchen outside, the movements of the people seem to have been set up here for decades.

Dishes that had never been seen before were brought to the makeshift table, and the little prince and the eldest princess were presented with a patchwork of various curiosities, while the emperor had a large bowl of white porridge and a small plate of appetizing pickles in front of him.

Yao Chen frowned, feeling that things were not simple, and he began to carefully observe the emperor's meal.

The emperor picked up a piece of pickles with chopsticks and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the pickles in his mouth took a big sip of the white porridge in front of him after chewing repeatedly.

Then he put down the bowl, pursed his lips, and went to eat the pickles again.

Yaochen saw that although the emperor had been drinking porridge for a long time, the porridge had not decreased significantly, which was enough to show that the emperor's anorexia was very serious.

Yaochen shook his head, he could see that the emperor wanted to use white porridge to satisfy hunger and increase his physical strength because he was anorexic, but the nutrition of white porridge was too thin, which caused him to be extremely malnourished.

And the ingredients in his hand were just enough to try to make such a dish that would help the emperor appetize.

He got up and walked to the side of the imperial chefs, looked at the fat man who was the leader, smiled and arched his hand.

"I want to borrow your kitchen utensils in Yaochen, I wonder if it can be convenient?"

The head chef couldn't help but sneer when he saw Yao Chen so young.

"Little one, it's not that I want to hit you on purpose, you must know that the kitchen is not an easy place, let's just say this subordinate of mine, he is a good knife and has followed his master for 10 years to get where he is today. "

"Besides, the one next to me, he also studied in the back kitchen for 20 years to master the essence of stir-frying, boy, how old are you to want to enter the kitchen?"

Yaochen smiled and said nothing, and lifted the kitchen knife that had not been put away on the side, but it was too late for the imperial chefs to stop it.

He took a white radish from the ring and cut it horizontally and vertically on the board to shape it into an amazing cube.

The master who had been practicing knife work for 10 years broke the defense in an instant, and the young man in front of him actually didn't make any preparations, and he could cut out such a standard cube just by relying on experience and feel, is this possible?

"No...... That's not true! What kind of trick did you use? Did you cut this turnip in advance?"

Yaochen ignored him and continued to cut on the radish quickly, not cutting each knife, leaving a full five millimeters.

Each slice of radish is as precise as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Just as Yaochen finished cutting it, and everyone thought it was over, he turned the radish sideways 90 degrees and cut it again.

All the Imperial Chefs, including the head chef, stared at the knife in Yaochen's hand with wide eyes.

One, two, three......

Each knife is so precise, the radish slices are as soft as a pile of rice paper at the moment, and gentle force will cause the deformation of the radish body.

However, each of Yaochen's knives was very steady, and only the moment he stepped down did the terrain change slightly, and then immediately returned to his original state.

And each of these knives is the same as before, with five millimeters left uncut.

Until Yaochen's last cut was finished, the surrounding imperial chefs were so stunned that they couldn't say a word.

Yaochen took a bowl and put water on it and threw the radish into the water.

Suddenly, it was like a pure white daisy blooming at that moment, swaying gently with the flow of water waves, Yaochen asked with a smile.

"How? am I entitled to borrow your kitchen?"