LOT – Chapter 155 The Crown Prince Steals a Cake

The two had intended just to have a taste, but after the incense stick burned out, they stared at the now-empty cloth bag and fell into deep thought.

Lin Mo licked his lips and said awkwardly, “What do we do now? We’ve eaten everything.”

Bai Xiao’s mouth was still greasy, and he let out a satisfied belch. “Why don’t we make some flatbreads ourselves? As long as they look like the real ones, it should be fine.”

“Even if the taste isn’t perfect, the Grand Tutor will just think the cakes have gone bad. He’ll never suspect we ate them.”

The onlookers hiding in the shadows: …These two are truly brilliant!

Meanwhile, the Lin family father and son, who were observing them, looked terrified.

They knew the cooking skills of these two, and they were well aware that the outcome could be life-threatening!

The Grand Tutor really doesn’t deserve to die!

The two whispered to someone nearby, “Can someone stop them? Their cooking is really bad.”

The Grand Preceptor shook his head. “Stop them? It’s fine, isn’t it? Didn’t they say it themselves? Even if it tastes terrible, it can just be blamed on a spoiled cake.”

Lin Shangshu looked troubled. “It’s not that. The problem is, what they make could be like poison. I’m afraid the Grand Tutor might just… perish!”

Hearing this, everyone else looked horrified. Surely it wouldn’t be that bad!

Inside the room, the two had already started working. Bai Xiao at least knew the steps for making a minced meat flatbread—after all, there’s nothing in the world he doesn’t know if he wants to.

“First, knead the dough and flatten it into thin pancakes, then add some scallions and minced meat inside, and finally fry them in a pan.”

Though the steps were simple, these two couldn’t even knead the dough properly.

Looking at the lumpy mess, they somehow still felt a sense of accomplishment.

On the bright side, the minced meat was finely chopped—at least they got that part right.

“Are you sure about how to add the seasonings?” Lin Mo hesitated slightly as she added them.

The flatbread needed flavor, of course, but she wasn’t confident about the amounts. What counts as “a little,” “a pinch,” or “a tiny bit”? She didn’t know.

Bai Xiao searched his memory and confidently said, “This should be right. Everyone has their own taste, and mine says this is the right amount.”

They brushed oil onto the pan and began frying the cakes. Soon, a tempting aroma filled the room, and judging by the smell, the flatbreads should taste good.

Outside, people’s stomachs rumbled at the scent.

The Grand Preceptor looked at the utterly incredulous Lin Shangshu and said, “They’re doing just fine! Don’t slander them. Master Lin may sometimes be a bit scatterbrained, but you can’t take away her talents. Their cooking isn’t bad at all.”

Lin Shangshu rubbed his temples, feeling confused. This girl really couldn’t cook, and he had never seen her cook at home. How did her skills suddenly improve so much?

Lin Mo and Bai Xiao confidently made several flatbreads, then began experimenting.

Bai Xiao looked at some mushrooms nearby. “Why don’t we chop the mushrooms into tiny pieces and add them too? We can even take some with us later.”

The two started inventing new recipes, and before long, they proudly gazed at the large stack of freshly made cakes.

Lin Mo took a bite and his eyes lit up. “Delicious! Absolutely delicious! I didn’t know I had this skill! Anyone who says I’m a bad cook—I’ll take them on!”

Bai Xiao quickly tried one as well. Indeed, it was fragrant, crispy, and tasty.

After a few bites, they looked at the remaining pile of cakes with mixed expressions.

Lin Mo bit her finger thoughtfully. “Let’s just leave two here and take the rest ourselves.”

Bai Xiao nodded in agreement. “I think we should keep them. The Grand Tutor’s recipe is really good. No wonder he can eat three at once.”

They selected the five best flatbreads from the pile and placed them in a cloth bag, happily carrying off the rest.

This time, they really outdid themselves—though whether this cooking skill was permanent or temporary remained unknown.

After they left, the others were allowed into the room.

Several officials exchanged glances and quickly reached for the cakes on the table.

“I saw it first, so I get it first!”

The Grand Preceptor had even taken a bite when someone snatched it away. The Deputy Minister of Justice grabbed a large piece right from under him.

“It’s a matter of strength. Only what you get into your stomach counts as yours. What’s the point of just grabbing it?”

The Vice Minister of the Ministry of War snatched the cake from the Deputy Minister’s arms. “No taking it out. Eat it all here!”

The Lin father and son standing at the door were speechless at the chaotic scene.

It was really unnecessary. Just a few cakes. Why not ask the Grand Tutor for the recipe? If two little rascals could make it this tasty, a professional could do even better.

In fact, compared to the Grand Tutor’s, these cakes were slightly inferior. But the two were so happy and satisfied because they had made them themselves.

The others fighting over them was just… ridiculous.

Amid the chaos, the Crown Prince had somehow quietly slipped in and stolen the last remaining cake.

Lin Qi, witnessing this: …Heavens! What kind of people are at the Da Yong court these days?

The Crown Prince happily took the stolen cake to his father.

“Father! I stole this cake for you! Master Lin and Young Lord Bai made it by hand, and I wrestled it from the mouths of several adults!”

The Emperor and Empress, just about to sleep: …

The Empress covered her face and muttered, “He even stole a cake? Why don’t we discipline him properly? He’s the Crown Prince!”

A Crown Prince stealing cakes, snatching them from others’ mouths—telling people about this would be mortifying!

Emperor Xuande smiled awkwardly. “The Crown Prince is human, isn’t he? You should be happy that he’s so filial.”

“Besides, this isn’t an ordinary cake—it was made by Master Lin. Have you ever had her cooking? This is rare!”

The Second and Third Princes eagerly followed their elder brother, eyes gleaming at the large cake.

In the end, the five of them shared the single cake. And indeed, having a little midnight snack tasted quite nice—especially knowing it had been stolen, it somehow tasted even better.