Infinite Culinary Skills from the Modern World

"OK, OK," Cheng Zhong retracted the step he had taken. Well, this master hasn't eaten food that hasn't been tested by others for more than ten years. Now he is eagerly waiting to be fed with something he doesn't even know. Should he send a letter to report the good news to the south? But dealing with this Qiao Er seems a bit tricky. Looks like he needs to speed up his actions.

"Uncle Zhong, Uncle Zhong," interrupted by several calls, Cheng Zhong halted his internal contemplation. "These three jars of honey wine and three boxes of bees, you must keep them safe. We only have this much wine for now. We'll open it during dinner to taste it. Leave one jar for you and the two masters. Drinking a cup in the morning and evening is the most effective remedy for bone and joint pain. If it tastes good, I'll teach you how to brew it with honey. These three boxes of bees are the nests we collected from the mountains. You can put them in the peach blossom forest, and in just over ten days, you can harvest honey. There is an empty box over there. Please find someone to make more of it. Now, in this season of spring and summer, with flowers in full bloom, we can collect a lot of honey every day by keeping bees. It's really a pleasant surprise."

For the first time, Cheng Zhong heard that wild bees could be self-raised and honey could be harvested at any time. Is this golden and precious honey really so easy to obtain? In the past half month, Cheng Zhong had been stimulated by one wave after another of North's whimsical ideas, and he was a bit numb. He didn't expect that only three jars of honey wine were left for these old guys, and they even cared about his back and leg pain. Growing up with the young master since childhood, Cheng Zhong has always protected his young master like a child. He never thought that one day he would be placed in the heart by such a little girl. If it weren't for decades of life in the palace that had long trained him to have an impassive face, Cheng Zhong would almost want to learn from those street women and pull out a handkerchief to cry. "Miss North, thank you for thinking of us old guys. We are grateful. This wine is precious. I will keep it for you and the young master to enjoy slowly." North didn't notice the change in Cheng Zhong's address, but Cheng Mo was a bit surprised and looked at this old servant, who he had long regarded as a close relative. Has he been won over by this little girl? Well done, she's indeed the little one chosen by this king.

Cheng Zhong hesitated and withdrew his stepping foot. Well, this young master hasn't tasted food without someone testing it for over a decade. He doesn't even know what this is, yet he's eagerly waiting to be fed. Should I send a letter to report this happy news to the south? But this Qiao Er is a bit tricky; it seems the action needs to be expedited.

"Zhong Shu, Zhong Shu," interrupted by several calls from Xiangbei, breaking Zhong Shu's internal contemplation. "Make sure you take care of these three jars of honey wine and three boxes of bees. We only have this much wine for now. Let's try it during dinner. Keep one jar for yourself and the two masters. Drinking a cup in the morning and evening is the best remedy for bone and joint pain. If it tastes good, I'll teach you how to brew it with honey. These three boxes of bees are the old nest bees we collected from the mountain. If you put them in the peach blossom forest, you can harvest honey in about ten days. There's an empty box over there. Please have someone make more. Now, in this season of late spring and early summer, with flowers in full bloom, we should collect more bees. We can harvest honey every day."

The first time hearing that wild bees can be raised and honey can be harvested at any time, is this precious and rare honey so easily obtainable? In the past half month, Zhong Shu has been stimulated by Xiangbei's continuous novel ideas, and he's a bit numb. Hearing that there are only three jars of honey wine left for these old guys, and she's even thinking about their back pain and leg pain. Since he was a child, he has accompanied the old master and has always treated his young master as a child to be protected. He never thought that one day he would be so favored by such a little girl. If it weren't for decades of life in the palace, which had trained his face to be inscrutable in the face of wind and rain, Zhong Shu would almost want to cry and kneel down like a street woman. "Miss Bei, thank you for caring about us old folks. We're grateful. This wine is precious, and this servant will keep it for you and the young master to slowly enjoy."

Xiangbei didn't notice the change in Zhong Shu's address, but Cheng Mo looked up at this loyal servant, whom she had long regarded as a close elder. Has he been won over by this little girl with a jar of wine? Not bad, indeed the little one that caught the eye of this king.