After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

An Yun felt that Chef Zheng should not be blamed for the bland or plain food. After all, in this era, it was natural that each family’s recipes were treasured and passed down from generation to generation. It was hard for others to gain another recipe except from being a disciple.

Since Chef Zheng could work here, he must have been carefully selected, but even so, the recipes he knew might not have been as well-known as those of modern foodies who watched the food channel every day.

But there was no way around it; after all, these were the limitations of the times and information available. Since there were limitations, it was normal that there were only so many ways to prepare the food.

However, An Yun could understand it, but the people above might not, especially considering the young master was not a lenient person to begin with. Unable to find the reason why he didn’t want to eat, the blame naturally fell on the person who cooked.

Xiao Cui sympathetically added at the end, “I recently noticed that Chef Zheng has lost a lot of hair. Chef Zheng is probably worried if he can no longer make dishes that suit the young master’s taste, he will be sent outside like Chef Ding.”

Although Xiao Cui was just a maid who helped tending the fires, she also knew the difference. Although he was a cook, there was a huge difference between being a cook for a young master in this mansion and being a cook in a manor where he was assigned and had no master to serve.

Of course, if the chefs were reassigned, the helpers like them couldn’t escape it. Although they wouldn’t be fired, scolding was inevitable. That was why everyone in the kitchen was gloomy.

Listening to this, An Yun felt that Chef Zheng was a bit pitiful. He had only been here for a short time and hadn’t yet showcased his skills, but now he was about to face the same fate as Chef Ding.

That was why An Yun thought that chefs in ancient times was a high-risk profession just like doctors. If they couldn’t cure someone, they might face being replaced at any time.

In fact, An Yun had been eating the food cooked by Chef Zheng these days. He felt Chef Zheng’s cooking skills were quite good, but unfortunately, they didn’t suit the young master’s taste.

While An Yun felt sorry for Chef Zheng, he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up. He had worked in many private restaurants in his previous life, and the old chef had taught him many recipes when they handled ingredients and chatted.

Perhaps An Yun could give it a try. What if the young master liked what he made?

What if, this time, if the young master liked it, he would reward him with golden beans?

With these thoughts, An Yun became more active, so a quarter of an hour later, he followed Xiao Cui back to the kitchen.

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Since Zang Ya had gone to the banquet that day and won the competition with the best wine, he never left the house again.

It wasn’t because Zang Ya looked down on those events, but because the weather was getting hotter day by day, making his already hot physique even more uncomfortable. Even when he stayed indoors, the ice cubes in Zang Ya’s room kept changing all day long.

But even so, Zang Ya still felt uncomfortable, and his appetite had decreased. However, the food cooked by the chef in his house was not to his taste.

The weather was hot, his mood was already dull, and his appetite was not satisfied. Naturally, Zang Ya became more and more irritable day by day.

Qing Yue felt a little anxious when she saw Zang Ya, who was wearing scanty clothes and enjoying the coolness in the room with two maids fanning beside him, yet she still found Zang Ya was in discomfort.

Qing Yue looked at Zang Ya’s irritated face, and after pondering for a moment, she suggested, “Young master, how about I find a doctor and ask them to prescribe you some less bitter medicine? It might make you feel better after taking it.”

Zang Ya didn’t speak; he simply lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, showing little interest in her proposal.

Seeing this silent rejection, Qing Yue felt a twinge of anxiety. Her foremost duty was to take good care of the young master. Currently, he was suffering from the summer heat and couldn’t eat, making it a top priority to let him eat something.

Despite being worried, Qing Yue said nothing further to avoid disturbing him any more than necessary.

Even as Qing Yue remained silent, she silently strategized. If the new cook couldn’t manage to get the young master to eat a few more mouthfuls, she would replace him in the afternoon and bring in two new cooks to prepare a full spread of dishes.

There were always one or two dishes among many that her young master might willing to eat.

As lunchtime approached, Qing Yue prepared to finish attending to the young master and promptly dispatched people to various restaurants in search of the cook.

In her thoughts, Qing Yue began calculating what price she should offer to hire the cook she needed.

At that moment, a maid arrived with the food from the kitchen.

Today’s menu was smaller than usual, consisting only of three dishes and a fruit dessert, along with some side dishes.

Upon seeing the spread, Qing Yue frowned, her inclination to replace the new cook growing stronger. “What’s the dishes that you’ve prepared today?” she queried.

The maid who served the food was startled by Qing Yue’s question but composed herself and greeted both Zang Ya and Qing Yue respectfully. She explained, “Young master, Miss Qing Yue, today we have lotus seed and Huaishan broth, cold skin noodles, vegetarian eggplant, and ice powder.”

As the maid spoke, Zang Ya, who had been reclining on the mat, perked up. Catching a whiff of the appetizing aroma in the air, he suddenly became interested.