Yan Qing left, taking with him the confused noodles that Xiao Yu had specially made for him.
Just because he had mentioned, "Father Emperor can only eat soft and mushy foods now, can you make a suitable noodle dish for him?"
The so-called confused noodles were simply cornmeal cooked into a mush, then added to a pan, simmered into a paste before frying some vegetarian or non-vegetarian dishes, pouring them into the pan, and since His Majesty was avoiding meats now, she had used coriander and scallion with light soy sauce, vinegar, sesame oil to marinate for a while, and before the noodles were served, sprinkled some chopped green vegetables, then turned off the heat, added the marinated coriander and scallion, and mixed it up well. The sticky confused noodles were ready.
These noodles were low salt and low oil, light, indeed suitable for a patient.
Afterward, the filled food box that Yan Qing brought was full, "Your Majesty probably can’t finish this, right?"
"And there’s my elder brother too, he’s too busy to eat properly every day, his appetite is poor,"
"Isn’t this too bland?"
"Don’t worry, what can’t they eat at the Imperial Palace? What you made might just suit their lack of appetite!"
Seeing their master both eat and take some with him, 1234 couldn’t help but cover their face, too embarrassed to watch.
Yet, he hadn’t expected that this food box would be brought into the Imperial Palace, just when the Crown Prince and the Emperor were at Chengqian Palace. When he arrived, Father Emperor had just taken his medicine and was slowly walking in the hall, the elder brother was reviewing reports at the desk, occasionally reading parts aloud to Father Emperor and then making comments that the elder brother noted down.
Yan Qing’s arrival only caused both to glance over briefly before continuing with their own tasks.
This kind of neglect was something he had experienced all his life, so it did not surprise him in the least.
Then at an appropriate moment, he said, "Tired, aren’t you? Want some noodles? I guarantee you haven’t tried these before; they are vegetarian, are you interested?" This content belongs to novel⚑fire.net
Yan Mo looked at his brother with surprise, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time you have brought us food, right? From outside the palace?"
Yan Qing raised an eyebrow, "Why? You disdain it?"
"How could I dare, the things you bring are always so rare, I’m actually quite hungry, Father Emperor, shall we have some?"
The Emperor had little appetite and was about to refuse, but turning and seeing the hopeful look in his sons’ eyes, he reluctantly agreed, "All right then."
Soon, the eunuch placed clean bowls and chopsticks on the table and was about to lift the lid to serve when Yan Qing waved them off, "I will do it."
Thus, Yan Qing personally served his father and brother a small bowl of confused noodles. Since the Imperial Palace was not far from the small shop and she had made them slightly watery, their consistency was just right now. Seeing the real appearance of the noodles, both their expressions were surprised, as they had not expected that the noodles Yan Qing brought back would look so ... unrefined.
But, noodles personally brought back by Yan Qing, how could they be bad after all?
So, both cautiously took a spoonful, put it in their mouth, and the fresh taste instantly eased their furrowed brows.
Since Yan Qing had already tried them, he naturally knew the flavor of the noodles. Seeing them continue to eat a second and third bite, he knew the noodles were accepted.
"Father Emperor, elder brother, the highlight of these noodles is their light and elegant flavor. If they are well-prepared upon eating, the taste is even better, for those of you accustomed to rich and meaty meals, this must be a novel dish. How is it? Are you getting used to it?"
Yan Mo continued to eat and evaluate, "Mmm, subtly sweet and perfectly balanced with acidity from the vinegar, the coriander and scallion are the perfect finishing touch, delicious."
On the other hand, with his appetite fully open, the Emperor also used two small bowls, and when he tried to take a third, both brothers stopped him.
"Father Emperor, moderation is key, it’s not good to eat too much at night."
Thus, the Emperor watched helplessly as the remaining noodles went into Yan Mo’s stomach, and he could only silently watch and swallow his saliva.