The Feast Part One

Chapter 12: A more considerate Prince

All he wants to go to the Mei Yue Lou to have some breakfast. If not for the fact that Si Ping and Shuang Xi could not enter this place at this time, would he, a mighty prince, need to come here to demand some food himself?

The woman was frightened out of her wits by the fiery temper of the Prince, and realised that the prince is not joking. Her jaw was struck in that position, but it did not stop her from grabbing a few sacks of beans and shouting for some other servants to help her.

After about 30 minutes, Duan Tingxuan hands were filled with several big sacks of food. He quickly escaped the embarrassing situation at the kitchen and carried these sack of food towards the Mei Yue Lou.

He calculated - at this time, they should be cooking their breakfast? The place is so remote, and she need not wake up so early. So why did she not sleep more?

As he thought about it, he was a bit unsettled. "I dumped them here in the past is for her to reflect. But how come it seemed that she had prospered and thrived here instead. Humphh...!"

"Even if she had prospered, the most important thing is that she refused to share even a morsel of food with me! This evil woman even spat her saliva all over my food. She would rather feed the chickens and refused to feed me! This .... Does this make senses?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he becomes. When he reached the door, his anger had been worked out into a fierce killing intent.

But as soon as he stepped into the courtyard and catch a whiff of the mouth-watering aroma of the food, his anger and killing intent dissipated like the wind. What killing intent? There were none! Instead, it was replaced by an intense curiosity.

Oh, what is this? It smells heavenly! The prince easily lifted the sacks of beans and made a beeline for the kitchen. Then he heard the voice of Hong Lian's laughter, "Missy, if you want to eat this, your servant can purchase it from the streets. Do you need to go to all these troubles to make it yourself?"

Su Nuan Nuan smiled as she replied, "No way! Our situation now is that we have some ingredients, but we have no money. Today I could meet these pulps is coincident. If not for the fact that the seller chose to hawk his wares on the side street, we could not purchase it so cheaply."

While they were chatting with each other, Duan Tingxuan peered into the room: The big pot was filled with oil. Su Nuan Nuan took a long piece of dough and tossed it into the oil. In a short while, the dough will float up, and looks golden yellow in colour. The thick smell immediately made his stomach grows in hunger.

"Missy, this time you have calculated wrongly. The cost of the oil used to fry this would be much higher than the price you pay if you have purchased it instead. We could not save any money."

Xiang Yun felt that it is pity to waste so much oil. But Su Nuan Nuan just shook her head, "You are really dumb! After using this oil, we need not toss them away! We can use it again to cook, make dumplings and other delicious food...."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the rat Duan Tingxuan and immediately grabbed a dirty wet cloth and tossed it at him.

Duan Tingxuan is well versed in martial arts and nimbly dodged. Then he gathered the sacks and entered the kitchen and smiled, "Oh, you ladies are really hardworking! You woke up so early to cook some You Tiao?"

Fried dough sticks (aka You Tiao) is not a common sight on the streets. At this time period, life is hard, and few commoners are willing to use half a pot of oil just to fry some food. Even if they could use the oil to fry many You Tiaos, they would feel heartache.

Also, You Tiaos are oily and greasy and are not as popular as the mild tastes of porridge and salted vegetables. A few stores do sell You Tiao, but it is expensive and considered a luxury snack for rich people due to the cost of oil.