The little princess' mind was read, and the court and harem were eating melons

Although he had been mentally prepared, Li Qingyi was still nervous when he heard that a snowstorm might happen.

However, Li Qingyi listened attentively for a while and found that the response policies discussed by her father and several ministers basically covered some of the measures she knew.

and also……

Li Qingyi: [Xiaoba, did I forget to give my father the recipe for honeycomb briquettes? ]

The sudden voice made everyone who were discussing the matter pause.

Fortunately, they had just reached a certain stage in their discussion and no one was talking at the moment, so it didn't seem too abrupt.

System: [Ah, that's right. After you bought the honeycomb briquettes recipe, you were so angry with that fake Tong Lianzhong that you kept paying attention to Tong Lianzhong's situation and never touched the honeycomb briquettes recipe.]

Emperor: Ah, son, you finally remembered.

If Li Qingyi forgot, did the emperor also forget it?

No, although other ministers may have been diverted by the exposure of Tong Lianzhong's affair, the emperor was actually still thinking about this matter.

But just like after Li Qingyi learned the information from the system, he always didn't know how to tell the emperor or the queen, the emperor didn't know how to tell Li Qingyi either.

However, the reason why the emperor is the emperor is naturally different from others.

For example, although Li Qingyi did not make any move after that and only paid attention to Tong Lianzhong, the emperor had already heard about some of the ingredients in the recipe at that time. He did not sit idly by while waiting, but also arranged for people to try it.

Well, of course this is also because the materials that Li Qingyi mentioned at the time did not sound very valuable, so this cost of trial and error is completely fine.

But there are no results so far.

Li Qingyi: [Xiao Ba, you didn't even remind me. ]

System innocent: [Host, I forgot too. ]

Li Qingyi: ...

Li Qingyi was speechless.

System: [Host, do you want to give the formula directly to the emperor? ]

The ministers pricked up their ears.

Li Qingyi: […Ah, how about I try it myself first? ]

The system is curious: [Will the host try to make the finished product himself this time before handing it over to the emperor? ]

Li Qingyi: [Yes.]

System: [Why? I thought the host would hand it over to Wang Xuan or Li Zhu as before, and then let them hand it over to the emperor or the prince.]

Li Qingyi touched his chin, left the wall, walked to the chair, stretched out his hand to Fang Xin, sat down on the chair with her help, and drank some honey water: [The matter of Tong and Fox made me realize a problem. ]

Li Qingyi: [A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Wang Xuan and Li Zhu have probably attracted some attention to some extent. We should let them go for now.]

Li Qingyi: [I don’t care. Everyone knows that my father dotes on me. It doesn’t matter whether I stand out or not.]

Moreover, Li Qingyi also wanted to take this opportunity to see what difference there was in gaining merit points between giving the formula to students and letting them do it themselves, versus doing it himself.

But she doesn't plan to tell the system this for now.

The system said "oh" twice, with a hint of realization in its childish voice: [So that's how it is. The host is worried about Li Zhu and Wang Xuan.]

Li Qingyi: [Yes.]

System: [Host, I will tell you the formula now, will you try it? ]

The emperor and the minister had resumed their conversation, but both were distracted. Upon hearing this, they looked at each other calmly, with different expressions in their eyes.

Li Qingyi thought about it and shook her head: [Not for now, wait a while, I'll talk about it after I return to the palace. ]

System: [OK!]

Ministers:…

disappointment.

The emperor nodded with satisfaction.

That's good. Although the emperor also wants to know the so-called recipe, since his daughter wants to do it herself this time, the emperor would naturally be more willing to have the credit directly attributed to Li Qingyi.

Although the emperor in Jiangnan had found an excuse to give the credit to Li Qingyi, most people who were not aware of the situation probably did not really believe it in their hearts.

And if Li Qingyi let the system tell him the complete recipe at this time, then unless the emperor gave a strong order to the ministers present not to interfere in the matter, they would probably try it secretly after returning home.

Firstly, it's curiosity, and secondly... I'm afraid everyone thinks that this so-called honeycomb briquettes are good things. Who can tell what their real thoughts are?

All that needed to be said had been said, and there was no need to rush the rest, so the emperor simply sent the people away. After several ministers had left, he stood up and went directly to the side hall to meet Li Qingyi.

"Yier, I've been waiting for a long time." The emperor walked forward with a smile, bent down and picked up Li Qingyi, rubbing her cheek, "Are you here at this time for the salt that was delivered to the palace not long ago?"

Li Qingyi blinked: "Father really understands me."

She just wanted to come and see what a truckload of salt looked like, show off in front of her father, and get some fresh air.

The emperor: "Come on, I'll take you to see it."

Fang Xin said it was a cart of salt, and it was a cart of salt.

Li Qingyi looked at the truck full of white salt revealed after lifting the oil paper, and really felt as if what she saw was not salt but a truck full of white snow.

She turned around curiously and asked the emperor: "Father, if I eat this much salt, it will probably take a long time, right?"

The emperor nodded slightly. "Well, the palace has a lot of fine salt reserves. I'm afraid the extra salt won't be used up in a short time. But the little girl from the Wang family also sent someone to send a few recipes this time. They are all recipes for pickling food. I plan to have someone try them out."

Li Qingyi blinked when he heard this: "How many prescriptions did Wang Xuan give to father?"

The emperor smiled and nodded.

"Where is it, can I see it?"

Naturally, the emperor agreed to Li Qingyi's request.

So, Li Qingyi soon saw several pieces of paper with familiar handwriting. After quickly scanning them, he was amazed.

This Wang Xuan...there really is something in her head.

In addition to the recipes for marinating various meats that require a lot of salt, these recipes also include methods for making several sauces, as well as recipes for various foods such as salted duck eggs and pickles.

Li Qingyi knows some cooking skills, but she can only cook fresh ingredients or semi-finished products. She can only eat bacon but not cook it.

If it weren't for what happened today, Li Qingyi wouldn't have known that there were such things in Wang Xuan's mind, and she hadn't even thought about it before.

Li Qingyi was young and her diet was mainly light. She was used to it and she really didn't think about it for a while.

But Wang Xuan's move...

Li Qingyi: I suddenly feel a little greedy.

The emperor seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "By the way, Wang Xuan also said that she has prepared a book about these prescriptions. Do you want to read it, Yi'er?"

Li Qingyi: “Hmm?”

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