Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Wen Shucheng frowned and moved his chopsticks to another white chicken. As soon as he picked up a piece, the imperial master knocked it off with his chopsticks.

"All the dishes on this table are mine. If you want to eat them, ask the little girl to get them elsewhere."

Wen Shucheng held up his chopsticks and said dissatisfied: "This...this is for us to eat. Everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis."

The Imperial Master swallowed the roast duck and snorted coldly: "Humph, you stupid kid, you still dare to tell the Imperial Master that you are on a first-come, first-served basis."

Wen Shucheng couldn't help but swallowed as he smelled the aroma of roast duck.

When Gu Panxia came back, he saw this strange scene.

The corners of the prince's lips were raised slightly, and he lightly fanned the fan in his hand. The imperial master was immersed in eating hard, while Wen Shucheng was staring at the imperial master with resentment on his face.

"Uh...why don't you two eat?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Shucheng said pitifully: "Brothers and sisters, the Imperial Master won't let us eat. Why don't you prepare another table for us? If you have good wine, bring two small jars."

Gu Panxia smiled and said, "Okay, you guys sit down first and I'll have someone prepare it for you."

Recently, she made some wine from the fruits and osmanthus in the useful space, but she only drank it in her spare time.

There are sweet-scented osmanthus wine and wine, which are very fragrant because Lingquan is added to them.

The Imperial Master raised his head, added some juice on his fingers, and said to Gu Panxia, ​​"Give Master two jars as well."

Gu Panxia chuckled, "Yes!"

Seeing Gu Panxia leave, the Imperial Master glared at Wen Shucheng fiercely and said, "You're a brat."

The prince lowered his eyes and chuckled. He had never seen such a childish Imperial Master. If his face hadn't changed, he would have suspected that this was a fake Imperial Master.

But having said that, the food at this Gourmet Meike is really delicious, and you won’t get tired of it after smelling it for a long time, making you salivate after smelling it.

Even though he often ate dishes cooked by the imperial chef, smelling this smell now made him want to swallow his saliva unconsciously, but for the sake of the prince's dignity, he didn't show it as obviously as Wen Shucheng did.

Soon, Gu Panxia ordered someone to prepare another table, then went back to the room and took four jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Two jars were given to the imperial master, and the other two jars were given to Wen Shucheng and the prince.

"This is my home-brewed osmanthus brew, you can try it."

"So my brothers and sisters can also make wine? But it's only May, why are there osmanthus flowers?" Wen Shucheng was curious.

Gu Panxia chuckled, "The osmanthus collected last year."

"I see!"

Just as he was about to remove the mud seal, he smelled a strong aroma of osmanthus wine.

It turned out that the Imperial Master had removed the mud seal one step ahead. The Imperial Master placed the wine jar in front of his nose, closed his eyes and smelled carefully, then placed it to his lips and sipped lightly. His eyes suddenly opened, and there seemed to be twinkling stars, bright and clear. Stupid.

"Good wine, good wine! This is the best wine I have ever drunk in all my years of living!"

The aroma of wine drifted along the door and into the nostrils of the guests sitting in the gourmet restaurant hall, and everyone stopped using their chopsticks.

"What a strong aroma of osmanthus wine. Where did this come from? Who drank it?"

"I'm so greedy!" Someone couldn't help but swallowed.

"This little brother, go find out who is drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and where did he buy it?" Someone couldn't help but call to the boy nearby.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded and followed the smell of wine. When he entered the backyard, he closed his eyes in a state of intoxication.

"Is something wrong?" Gu Panxia looked at the boy suspiciously.

The boy came back to his senses and hurriedly said respectfully: "Back to my employer, the guests in the hall asked me to ask who is drinking this sweet-scented osmanthus wine and where did he buy it from."