"Come here!" Li Chengqian, who was sitting cross-legged at the 'table', hooked his fingers at the carpenter.

"Your Highness, are you satisfied with the 'chair'?" The craftsman was full of confidence in his craft, and with a little self-satisfaction, he took a few steps forward and bowed down.

"Don't say it's not satisfied, this king just wants to ask, do you sit on the table to eat when you go home?" As he spoke, Li Chengqian used his white and tender little hands to compare back and forth between the small table on the low couch and the chair under his buttocks, and he suddenly found that the chair seemed to be larger than the small table.

"Uh~" The carpenter also seemed to see some doorways, and felt quite uncomfortable. The guards standing next to him twitched the corners of their mouths, and an 8-year-old child sat in the middle of the 'table', feeling quite happy.

"Doesn't that seem strange?" Li Chengqian's little face with baby fat was wrinkled, and he tried hard to show that he was angry.

"Like, it seems to be bigger!" The carpenter finally knew that something was wrong, that the chair was so big that it seemed that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was lying on it and there was a lot of surplus at both ends.

Fortunately, the Tang Dynasty is not as good as the pigtail dynasty in later generations, and it will never be convicted for this little mistake, otherwise this carpenter will make this big thing come out, and the crime of contempt for the royal family is enough to cut off his head a hundred.

"Come on, don't pretend to be guilty, come here, this palace will tell you what this chair looks like"

In order to make a good living, Li Chengqian had no choice but to take out the strength to eat milk, personally went into battle, got the ink all over, and finally drew a stick figure of the Taishi chair on the paper with a long time, and then asked the guards to get a wooden stick, and used a brush to draw the length and height on it.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the true god man, the villain, why didn't the villain think that this chair could be made like this?" Holding the Taishi chair drawn by Li Chengqian, the carpenter's whole body trembled with excitement.

can be a craftsman in the palace, the craftsmanship and vision are all superior, although this Taishi chair was painted by Li Chengqian like a chicken planer, but it does not affect his judgment. The novel shape and design will definitely become popular in the palace, and even the dignitaries outside the palace will need it, and the entire Tang Dynasty seems to be the only one who can make such a chair, so how can the carpenter not be excited.

"Okay, forget about the sycophants, and tell me your name." Li Chengqian, who is a little uninterested in the carpenter's sycophant, does the dignified prince need a grass like his previous life? Shame on you.

"Xiaomin, Xiaomin's surname is Zhang, he has no name, he is just the second in the family, so everyone calls Xiaomin Zhang Laoer" can be asked by His Royal Highness the Prince, which makes the carpenter almost unable to say his words completely.

Looking at Zhang Laoer, who was almost crying with excitement, Li Chengqian, who originally wanted to show his pro-people attitude, was a little speechless, and in desperation, he waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, Zhang Laoer, remember the palace, you go down first, remember to get the king's chair right quickly." ”

Zhang Lao Er nodded and went down to make the Taishi chair with a wooden stick, and he could be remembered by His Royal Highness the Prince, and there was no one in the entire palace except him, so he had to hurry up and complete the task, and he had to finish it without sleeping.

"Why does Your Highness ask the name of a craftsman, if you have something to order, you have been talking to him for so long, and this meal is a little cold." Chunxiao saw that Zhang Lao Er had no shadow left, so he whispered to Li Chengqian.

Chunxiao's words made Li Chengqian finally realize how low the status of the craftsman was, and he even looked down on a palace maid, no wonder he asked him what his name was, which made him almost cry with excitement.

But Li Chengqian didn't have the heart to correct Chunxiao's opinion at this time, first, it was unnecessary, and second, what if it was corrected? Can he, Li Chengqian, correct a palace maid, and can he correct thousands of people in the entire Tang Dynasty?

"Don't mention this yet, let me see what's delicious." Just after a busy period of work with the craftsmen, after almost half an hour, Li Chengqian felt that he was about to deflat.

When he opened the lid of the food box and saw the contents inside, Li Chengqian's eyes widened, and he said dumbfounded: "This, what is this?" ”

"What's the matter, Your Highness? These are your usual favorite foods, deer breast, chicken, winter amaranth, and hu cakes" Chunxiao took out the same things and put them on the small table on the low couch, and at the same time told Li Chengqian what kind of food they had, but he didn't know that Li Chengqian was on the verge of tears.

Venison is grilled, hu bread is grilled, chicken is boiled, and winter amaranth is likewise boiled. When he was eating with Empress Changsun in the Li Zheng Palace, because of his high mental tension, Li Chengqian did not notice the problem of eating. At this time, he returned to his 'Lanruo Temple', and Li Chengqian, who had relaxed, finally understood what 'Tang cuisine' was.

asked Chunxiao on the side, and Li Chengqian, a grassroots otaku who graduated from a third-rate university of technology, finally knew that there were only three cooking methods in Datang: roasting, boiling, and steaming, and the stir-fried food he liked did not exist in Datang at all.

Looking at the food on the small table, Li Chengqian sighed, and felt a sense of responsibility and a long way to go from the bottom of his heart. And ......, the foodies of Datang, I'm sorry for you!

"Chunxiao, pick up all the dishes on the big table, it's too tiring to eat like this." Li Chengqian, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, ate a few bites of barbecue, and felt that the taste was not as bad as he imagined, but he was a little tired from this eating posture.

"Your Highness, what kind of big table?" Chunxiao asked a little confused.

Li Chengqian looked at the 'chair' Nunu that Zhang Lao Er hit, and said with a hint of helplessness: "That! ”

After a period of tossing and turning a chair into a table and a table into a chair, Li Chengqian sat on the table of the small table as he wished, eating the food placed on the chair. And judging from his current height ratio, this match is really suitable.

"Chunxiao, don't watch from the sidelines, come over and eat together." Putting a piece of chicken into his mouth, Li Chengqian was really not used to eating by himself, and others were watching from the side, so he turned his head and said to Chunxiao, who was standing on the side.

"Your Highness can eat by yourself, and the slaves and maids are not hungry." Chunxiao was stunned by Li Chengqian, and replied a little helplessly.

"Not hungry? If this king remembers correctly, you didn't eat in the Manna Palace, did you? How is it possible not to be hungry? Don't talk nonsense, come and eat together. As a grassroots otaku in the 21st century, Li Chengqian does not have any concept of dignity and inferiority in his thinking, and he can't do it anyway to let a 13 or 4-year-old girl go hungry and watch herself eat.

"There is a difference between respect and inferiority, and the slave and maid are really not hungry, Your Highness should eat by yourself!" Chunxiao was still very moved by Li Chengqian's memory that she hadn't eaten, but no matter how moved she was, she didn't dare to die when she dined at the same table with the prince.

However, seeing the persistence in Li Chengqian's eyes, he was afraid that he would continue to talk about it, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said: "Your Highness, let's eat quickly, it's getting late, you must know that Your Highness will go to school tomorrow, if you don't have a good rest and go late, I'm afraid you will be punished by Mr.!" ”

"Going to school? Tomorrow? ”