Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

Inside the Eastern Palace, Crown Prince Nangong Jing was embracing two beauties, his face filled with sorrow and he had no appetite.

He looked so haggard that it was as if he had suffered some kind of inhuman torture.

"Your Highness, although the steamed buns and pickled vegetables are unpalatable, at least they can fill your stomach. Please bear with it and eat a little bit," a beautiful woman said softly, holding a large, white steamed bun.

Another beauty, carrying a plate of pickled vegetables, also whispered, "Your Highness, please hang in there. Your confinement period will end in just over two months. Then you can eat whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Jing's expression became even more bitter.

She couldn't help but wail loudly, "More than two months! More than two months to go! When will I finally get to eat Lady Shen's delicious food?!"

"Madam Shen, Madam Shen, I miss you so much—"

"I really want grilled sausages, I really want Sichuan-style boiled chicken, I really want pizza, I really want spicy hot pot."

"I really want a sparkling drink!!!"

"Waaaaah, Father is so unreasonable! Mother is so cruel! They're so mean to me!"

"I'm so sad, I'm really so sad..."

"Father, why are you playing this random stall game? I want to play too! Why should I? When will I ever get to... Waaah, I'm so sad..."

Nangong Jing held the two beauties and began to cry, crying as if his heart had been broken, as if his own father had died.

The two beauties were completely at a loss, having no idea how to appease them.

Just then, a palace servant came to announce, "Your Highness, Lady Shen has arrived!"

"Huh?" Nangong Jing looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, and asked incredulously, "What do you mean?"

"Madam Shen has set up a stall at the entrance of our East Palace. I heard she's selling rolled cold noodles today."

At the entrance of the East Palace, roll up some cold noodles!

These two words instantly filled Nangong Jing's mind, and he felt his heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of his chest.

"Rolled liangpi, a new food, rolled liangpi, it must be delicious." He kept muttering to himself, as if he were bewitched.

"Your Highness," the beautiful woman holding the steamed buns nudged Nangong Jing, "please don't be impulsive. His Majesty said you cannot leave the East Palace and can only eat steamed buns and pickled vegetables."

One sentence brought Nangong Jing back to reality.

Nangong Jingqi got angry and shoved the beauty away, causing the large white steamed bun to roll onto the ground.

Still not satisfied, he stomped on the large white steamed bun and ground it hard with his foot.

"I want to eat Lady Shen's delicious food, today only! None of you are allowed to tell on me, or you'll all lose your lives!!!"

I can't take it anymore, I absolutely can't take it anymore.

He could have let it go if he didn't know where Madam Shen was before, but now that she's come to the gates of his East Palace, he'll naturally have to have a good meal with her.

"But your confinement..." the beautiful woman serving the pickled vegetables asked timidly.

Nangong Jing snorted coldly: "I simply won't leave the Eastern Palace."

"Besides, I didn't eat it as long as Father didn't see it."

Nangong Jing no longer cared about anything and rushed straight towards the East Palace gate.

Outside the East Palace, Shen Qing's stall had already been set up.

The temperature in the evening was just right, not too hot, and a cool breeze would blow in from time to time, which was quite comfortable.

Not long after they stopped their stall, Consort Li's excited voice rang out:

"Madam Shen—"

"Lady Shen, I've brought Consort An and Yao'er to buy your food—"

Shen Qing looked up and saw that Su Jiao'er was holding the hand of a girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. Judging from her attire, she must be a princess.

On the right is a pretty woman dressed in the clothes of a palace concubine; she must be the so-called Noble Lady An.

"Your Highness, Noble Consort An, and Your Highness the Princess," Shen Qing greeted them in turn.

Su Jiao'er's smile grew even more radiant: "Madam Shen, you recognized everyone so quickly! That's truly amazing!"

She genuinely praised him and truly thought Shen Qing was amazing.

Consort An, who was standing nearby, immediately chimed in:

"Yes, Madam Shen is truly amazing. No wonder you were able to attract His Majesty's attention. Madam Shen, don't worry, I am the Consort's person, I will help you." Her tone was eager.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that the smile doesn't reach the eyes.

Shen Qing nodded lightly.

This Consort An seems kind-hearted, but she doesn't appear to be simple at all.

Consort An said a lot of nice things, while Consort Li smiled and echoed her. Only the fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl had a serious expression and didn't say a word.

Su Jiao'er realized something was wrong after a while, nudged the little girl, and said, "Yao'er, quick, this is Madam Shen. Your mother told you, her cooking is incredibly delicious, especially her braised pork intestine noodles. Don't just stand there like an idiot, call her over!"

"Madam Shen." Nangong Yao remained indifferent.

It was as if the whole world owed her money.

Shen Qing nodded.

But I had some doubts in my heart.

How could Su Jiao'er give birth to such a grown princess?

Su Jiao'er noticed Shen Qing's confusion and said, "Yao'er and I are mother and daughter in name, but sisters in reality. Her biological mother passed away early, so His Majesty registered her under my name."

"I see."

She knew it; Su Jiao'er didn't look like she'd ever given birth.

"I'll make you each a serving of rolled cold noodles," Shen Qing said.

"How much?"

"Just give me a penny as a token."

The random stalls inside the palace are just for fun and can't be compared to real stalls. As for prices, the system doesn't stipulate anything, so she doesn't need to sell at high prices anymore.

As she spoke, Shen Qing began rolling up the cold noodles.

Take a sheet of cold skin noodles and lay it on the cutting board. First, brush it with a layer of seasoning water, then brush it with a layer of chili oil.

Then top with shredded cucumber, mung bean sprouts, shredded carrot, gluten cubes, and fried dough pieces.

Sprinkle with crushed peanuts and chopped cilantro.

Shen Qing moved swiftly, lifting the edge of the cold skin, tightly rolling up the filling and pushing it forward. Soon, the cold skin was rolled into a long cylindrical shape.

Pick up the knife, cut it in half from the middle, and then put it on the plate.

This serving of rolled cold noodles is now ready.

"Wow--"

Su Jiao'er couldn't help but sigh.

"What beautifully rolled cold noodles! I can't stop drooling."

On a white porcelain plate, the rolled-up cold noodles are cut into two diagonal sections.

The outermost layer of cold skin is like white jade. Through the cold skin, you can clearly see the bright red chili oil and the layers of filling.

The most tempting part is the cross-section, where bright green cucumber strips, orange-red carrot strips, dark yellow gluten, mung bean sprouts, and crushed peanuts are scattered throughout, while the bright red chili oil adds a touch of vibrancy.

Su Jiao'er couldn't resist taking half of it and was about to eat it when suddenly, an excited voice came:

"Madam Shen, I'd like a serving of rolled cold noodles!!!!"

The sound was extremely loud, and it seemed to be coming from above.

Turning around, I saw that Crown Prince Nangong Jing was perched on the wall, looking extremely anxious.