After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

The imperial kitchen was bustling with activity, everyone doing their part: washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, cooking vegetables, serving dishes, washing dishes... In short, it was extremely busy, so busy that their feet barely touched the ground.

No one even noticed when Prince Cheng arrived.

This was a grand banquet serving hundreds of people, and none of the large and small stoves in the imperial kitchen were empty.

Yin Cheng walked up to the head chef of the imperial kitchen. "Old Zhou?"

Manager Zhou was wielding a large ladle to stir-fry vegetables, surrounded by the sizzling sound of oil and the clamor of people, making it impossible for him to hear anyone calling him.

He usually had to personally cook for palace banquets.

Yin Cheng cleared his throat, circulated his internal energy, and shouted, "Old Zhou!"

The thumping sound of chopping vegetables stopped, the clattering of pots and pans stopped, and the noisy voices stopped, leaving only the sizzling sound of the food in the pot.

Chief Steward Zhou was greatly alarmed, "Your Highness!"

"Why are you all stopping?" Yin Cheng said. "Keep going."

Steward Zhou handed the large ladle to the cook beside him, vigorously wiped the grease off his hands on his apron, and then led the way, "Your Highness, please come this way."

As Yin Cheng walked, he observed the busy faces in the imperial kitchen.

He only recognized a few managers and had no idea who made those trendy dishes.

Judging from their appearance alone, it's hard to tell anything.

After all, a time traveler can't possibly have "I am a time traveler" written on their face.

Chief Steward Zhou led him to a side hall. "What are your orders, Your Highness?"

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"There are a few dishes that Your Majesty particularly likes tonight, so I've come to collect some to take back with me."

Manager Zhou said, "I wonder which dishes Your Highness prefers? I will send someone to fetch them right away."

Yin Cheng said, "It's those dishes that I've never seen before." He paused, then thought of Hua Yue, "Prepare two food boxes."

Chief Steward Zhou smiled and said, "This servant understands. Please wait a moment, Your Highness. I will be right back."

"Wait, bring the person who cooked the dish here first."

"Yes."

Soon after, Steward Zhou arrived with his men.

He is a very young person, probably only in his early twenties.

"Your Highness, this is the person who cooked the dish." Steward Zhou gave the young man a wink, signaling him to quickly bow.

The young man bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Presumably, since he saw that Steward Zhou did not kneel, he also did not kneel.

According to the rules, both he and Steward Zhou should kneel down to pay their respects. However, Yin Cheng never put on airs and was an old acquaintance of Steward Zhou, so he exempted Steward Zhou from the kneeling ceremony.

Steward Zhou frantically tried to signal to the young man with his eyes, but the young man still didn't understand what he was trying to say.

Even Yin Cheng couldn't stand it anymore. He waved his hand and said, "Old Zhou, you can step back now."

Steward Zhou glanced at the young man with trepidation, then silently withdrew.

Hopefully, I won't cause any trouble...

"What are the names of the dishes you made today?" Yin Cheng asked.

The young man answered neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Your Highness, they are tornado potatoes, soy milk boxes, pork floss buns, mashed potato noodles..."

"Alright." Yin Cheng confirmed, "The food is quite good; my king is very pleased."

He placed the gold leaf on the table beside him. "Here you go."

The young man's eyes lit up when he saw the gold leaf. He stepped forward, took the gold leaf, and stuffed it into his waistband. "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Your cooking is quite good," Yin Cheng said casually. "How about coming back to the palace with me?"

The young man looked troubled. "But I am now the Emperor's man."

Yin Cheng raised an eyebrow, pretending not to notice the incongruity in his words. It seemed that he had just transmigrated and couldn't change his old speaking habits for a while.

"That's easy. The Emperor will naturally grant my request for the person I want."

The young man seemed to have some concerns, stammering and unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Yin Cheng said calmly, "Do you know how the crime of deceiving the emperor is punished?"

The young man paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

"Beheading, dismemberment, slow slicing." Yin Cheng looked at him, finished speaking slowly and deliberately, and then smiled sinisterly.

When His Highness Prince Cheng is serious, he truly deserves the title of a fierce god, especially with the faint bloodshot look in his left eye. To the young man who has only recently transmigrated here, he looks like a villain from an anime.

The young man is probably cursing him in his heart right now, and the expressions on his face are incredibly colorful.

"I...I...I didn't deceive the emperor!" The young man stammered, whether from anger or anxiety.

Yin Cheng suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the young man by the throat. The young man was short and was now standing on tiptoe.

He dragged the young man into the yard and shoved his entire head into the water vat.

He pulled him up in an instant and roughly wiped the young man's forehead.

The people who were cooking were now secretly glancing over, wondering how the young man had offended His Highness Prince Cheng.

The young man coughed so hard he choked on the fumes that Yin Cheng wanted to pat him on the back.

Considering his current public image, I had no choice but to hold back.

He asked coldly, "What is your purpose in disguising yourself as a young master and sneaking into the imperial kitchen? Speak."

The young man touched his forehead, realizing something was wrong!

It was discovered!

Ancient rouge and face powder were really difficult to use, and they weren't waterproof either!

"I...I didn't have any ulterior motive. I just want to cook, I love cooking," the young man said, sounding aggrieved. "I'm a chef, what bad intentions could a chef have!"

Yin Cheng looked at him coldly, "You're spouting nonsense, you're asking for death."

Seeing his grim expression, the young man assumed he was going to die today. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the villain and uttered his last sincere wish before dying, "Brother, don't mess with the new account."

Yin Cheng: "..."

This guy doesn't seem like a threat at all; he looks kind of stupid.

He released the young man. "As I just said, the King really likes your cooking. Come back with me, and no one will hold you accountable for your mistake."

"Yes... I'll do whatever Your Highness says. I'll go wherever you tell me to go." The young man's voice was barely audible. "Your Highness, I can't breathe."

Yin Cheng was speechless. How could this young man be even better at pretending than him? He hadn't even put in any effort...

Yin Cheng released him. "Very good, let's go."

The young man slumped to the ground, rubbing his neck, and asked in surprise, "You...you're just gone like that?"

"What?" Do you want to stay for a meal before you leave?

The young man quickly shook his head, afraid that if he said something that displeased the king, he would be choked again.

Yin Cheng said, "Old Zhou, I'm taking this person with me."

"Yes, yes, yes." Steward Zhou dared not say more and handed the prepared food box to the young man. "You can go with His Highness with peace of mind. We will carry on the recipes you left behind."

The young man, with tears in his eyes, said, "Manager Zhou, I'm leaving. Don't miss me too much."

Steward Zhou said, "Good lad, I never expected you to be a brothel owner, and you kept it a secret from all of us. Who would want you now?"

The young man scoffed, "So what if he's a 'brother'? His Majesty is a 'brother' too..."