Chapter 986: Chapter 986 This taste is not so good_1 Chapter 986: Chapter 986 This taste is not so good_1 A family casually chatted around the Mahjong table, with Yang Hao playing a few rounds for Yang Zheng, winning back several taels of the monthly allowance that Yang Zheng had lost.

Yang Zheng, being young and having people take care of his daily needs, received only one hundred taels each month. Seeing his father win back some silver, a smile appeared on his little face.

It’s always better than nothing. He also needed to bestow rewards on his subordinates routinely.

Once the dinner was prepared, the family didn’t bother moving elsewhere. They simply had the servants clear away the Mahjong set and then set the table for dinner.

Yang Hao brought back two chickens and two baskets of eggs. One chicken was stewed, and the eggs were steamed.

Smelling the fragrance, Yang Hao sighed softly and couldn’t help saying, “This should have been stewed by Qiao Xiaomai.”

The result was clearly inferior to that of Qiao Xiaomai’s.

As he spoke, he started to ladle out soup, first for Emperor Yong’an, then for Yao Xian, “Father, Mother, please have a taste.”

Emperor Yong’an and Yao Xian took the bowls they were handed. At this time, Feng Huihui began to serve soup to both Yang Hao and Yang Zheng. Yang Hao, looking at the amber-colored chicken soup in front of him, smiled at Daqi’s most esteemed couple, “Father, Mother, is the taste to your satisfaction?”

Emperor Yong’an took another sip with his spoon upon hearing this.

Yao Xian did the same, taking another sip and then looking puzzledly at Yang Hao, “This tastes better than the average, but it’s not unbelievably good, is it?”

“Huh?” Upon hearing this, Yang Hao was surprised and quickly took a sip himself.

Although the flavor couldn’t compete with Qiao Xiaomai’s, compared with the previous culinary skills of the Imperial Kitchen, it had significantly improved.

Emperor Yong’an said, “Indeed, this taste is quite good, but it doesn’t meet the level you described.”

By this time, Yang Zheng had already started drinking as well. After finishing his bowl, he blinked his big eyes and said, “Father, this doesn’t taste as good as the chicken soup the Imperial Kitchen made yesterday!”

Yang Hao, looking into his son’s clear, big eyes, couldn’t help but set aside his spoon and drank directly from the small bowl.

The chicken soup was delicious and inviting in color, and though not up to Qiao Xiaomai’s skills, it was indeed better than what the Imperial Kitchen used to make!

At this point, Feng Huihui also took a bowl to taste, and after finishing, she looked at Yang Hao, “Your Highness, this taste…”

She seemed hesitant to speak.

Her man had come back from a long journey, bringing two chickens and two baskets of eggs, overflowing with excitement for the Imperial Kitchen to cook them, wanting to share the deliciousness with his family.

But the taste that came out…

She really didn’t want to dampen Yang Hao’s enthusiasm, but to be honest, this taste was indeed not as good as that of the Imperial Kitchen’s.

Emperor Yong’an and Yao Xian had softened their words, but what Yang Zheng said was the truth.

Yang Hao “…”

He finished his small bowl and then ladled another. The taste was indeed delicious!

Why had the tastes of the people at home diverged so much from his own just because he went on a trip?

“I think it’s quite tasty,” he said, his gaze sweeping from Emperor Yong’an to Yao Xian to Feng Huihui before settling on Yang Zheng, “Zhengzheng, do the chicken soups you drink regularly taste better than this?”

“Tasty!” Yang Zheng nodded firmly, “Why don’t we have them make one now; after you taste it, Father, you’ll understand.”

“Let’s listen to Zhengzheng and make one now,” Yao Xian spoke. She gave a couple of instructions to a palace maid beside her, and the maid immediately went to do so.

Truth be told, Yao Xian was biased against Qiao Xiaomai; after all, she was just a small village girl. What exceptional delicacy could she possibly conjure up?

Yet, her youngest son Yang Ye treasured this little village girl like a precious gem, even bringing her things like Dried Sweet Potatoes, which looked like rat droppings.

And that wasn’t all; later on, the retired emperor actually went over!