There was a moment of silence, and Ling Ziliang felt very embarrassed. Yoga pretended to cough: "Ahem, what's wrong? Thank you for giving me the clothes just now. I'll wash them later and return them to you."

Meng Xian shook his head: "Don't worry, just put it on first. It's always a summer night, but it's also very cold."

There was another awkward moment of silence. While Ling Ziliang was scratching his head and looking for a topic, he smelled a burst of fragrance. His stomach asked about this fragrance and couldn't help but growl. Just now, he was looking for a way, falling into a pond, and...

Those who ran away must have digested all their dinner long ago. Now they are hungry. This smells so good. Where is it from?

It turned out that Ling Ziliang only knew how to run forward but forgot to look at the road, and ran to the territory of the imperial kitchen in a daze. The smell just now was that the people in the imperial kitchen were helping Xiao Baozi make her favorite honey jujube cake. Ling Ziliang pulled

Following Meng Xian, he approached step by step.

Because it was evening, there were not many people in the imperial dining room. Most of the people had already had their dinner, and there were only a few people left, so most of the people in the imperial dining room were withdrawn. The originally bustling imperial dining room

It's a little quiet now, and I can only hear the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board and the pot being put down to stir-fry.

Ling Ziliang stood at the door and took a deep breath: "Wow, it smells so good. It turns out this is the imperial kitchen. The prince is so hungry, so he just happened to find something to eat."

But when he saw someone in the imperial dining room, he couldn't walk in openly. When he was thinking of how to sneak in, Meng Xian had already walked over with a plate of pastries. Ling Ziliang's eyes lit up when he saw this: "Meng Xian, you

It’s okay, kid. When did you get it? Give it to me quickly, I’m starving to death.”

Meng Xian didn't say anything, and handed the pastry to Ling Ziliang. Seeing him taking the pastry happily, he was very happy, but he heard the people inside shouting: "The honey jujube cake I just made, did any of you see it?"

It turned out that the plate of snacks that Ling Ziliang was devouring was the honey date cake that had just been made and was about to be sent to Xiaobaozi. However, as soon as the chef turned around to pack his things, Meng Xian took the opportunity to bring it out.

The plate of snacks has disappeared.

The chef is extremely anxious, because the honey in the kitchen has been used up, and new ones will not be delivered until tomorrow morning, and Her Royal Highness the Princess must eat this for dinner every night. What should I do?

Ling Ziliang, who ate a little too quickly, accidentally choked and kept "cough, cough, cough."

The chef with a sharp ear heard this and looked toward the door. He saw Ling Ziliang holding a plate of snacks and writing as if he was still choking. Another person beside him patted his back and helped him calm down. The chef hurriedly saw this.

He rushed over and asked, "Who are you and why are you here and stealing snacks?"

How could Ling Ziliang be in the mood to answer him? He kept coughing. Meng Xian didn't even bother to answer the chef's questions. He only cared about Ling Ziliang's health now. Seeing that the two of them ignored him, the chef stepped forward and said

He grabbed the plate back, but Ling Ziliang failed to hold it, and the whole plate and the remaining honey jujube cake fell to the ground.

The plate also hit the ground with a "bang" sound. Ling Ziliang was so frightened that he swallowed the pastry stuck in his throat and stopped coughing. The chef looked at the honey jujube cake falling on the ground and felt extremely distressed: "Hey, this
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