Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

me; he even wanted to have my slice of cake all to himself! If I hadn’t been so smart, all of you would have fallen for his pretense.’

To think that there would be a day when Master would be so greedy for food!

At the sight of the empty plate in Zhao Qian’s hands, everyone glared at him in contempt and started to collectively rebuke him.
“If it didn’t taste good, why did you devour it so fast? Did you lie because you wanted to hog our share too?”

“No way! Do I look like such a greedy person?” Zhao Qian sighed, then scurried up to Lu Liangwei and said fawningly, “Your Highness, when will you make another cake like this?”

Lu Liangwei burst out laughing.
“If you want more, you can ask the imperial kitchen to make it.”

Zhao Qian was stunned.
“The imperial kitchen? When did they create such a delicious and intricate dessert? I’ve never heard anything about it!”

“I’ve written down the steps to bake a cake.
You can pass the recipe to the imperial kitchen and ask them to learn from it,” said Lu Liangwei with a grin.

Zhao Qian widened his eyes.
“You’re giving your secret recipe to that bunch of b*stards in the imperial kitchen?”

Realizing that he had accidentally cursed in front of Master and the Empress, he hurriedly shut his mouth.

“I got this recipe from someone else too, so it doesn’t matter if I pass it to them.
Once they master it, we can enjoy cake every day,” said Lu Liangwei generously.

There was no electric mixer in ancient times, and it was exhausting to whisk the mixture by hand for the entire process.

She was almost unable to lift her arm right now, but she could not let the Emperor know or she would be in for another scolding.

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Zhao Qian thought to himself, ‘If Her Highness opens a cake shop and sells this special cake, she’ll definitely become rich.
But she clearly doesn’t plan to earn money through selling cakes.’

He could only discard the idea.

Not long after, everyone had finished the cake on their plates, except for Lu Liangwei, who was still nibbling on hers slowly.

Everyone turned their gazes to the cake on her plate.

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