My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Dongxue placed the washed vegetables on the stove one by one. Huaying took a look at the basket of vegetables containing carrots instead of cucumbers, and planned to turn the land in the backyard in a few days and plant her favorite vegetables.

Now all we need is chili sauce and sesame paste. Chop the chili into pieces and pour it into a stone mortar and crush it. Add sesame seeds, salt, and fried peanuts. Then slow-fry coriander, onions, star anise and bay leaves in hot oil. Pour the hot oil little by little on the chili powder. The fragrance gradually fills the courtyard.

"Sister Huaying, this smells so good." Dongxue, who was standing nearby, swallowed her saliva. Huaying smiled and said, "We are still missing the most important sauce. Let's go to the stone mill to grind it." The two went to the stone mill in the center of the village and finally ground a small jar of sesame paste after a long time.

After returning home, she blanched the mung bean sprouts and carrots and let them cool. She then placed all the ingredients in small bowls and rolled up a few cold skins skillfully.

Dongxue, who was waiting on the side, rubbed her hands expectantly. She swallowed several times and said, "Sister Huaying, can we eat it? This cold skin looks delicious." Huaying smiled and took over a small bamboo basket, put in a few freshly rolled cold skins and asked her to take it back for Aunt Zhang and the others to taste.

Dongxue took a big bite and chewed it carefully. The crystal clear cold skin was wrapped in a fragrant sauce, and the cool vegetables were mixed with the aroma of gluten, sesame and crushed peanuts. The sour and spicy taste instantly filled her whole mouth.

She had never eaten such delicious food before. She looked at Huaying with bright eyes, nodded and said vaguely, "It's delicious."

Huaying looked at the satisfied face of the little foodie Dongxue, and felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.

He urged Dongxue to serve the cold noodles to Aunt Zhang and the others, and took out a small bamboo basket and carried it to Fu Shiyan's room. Fu Shiyan, who was practicing calligraphy in the room, had already smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

This little girl always creates food that looks strange but tastes great.

"I'll give you the first one to try." Huaying pushed the small bamboo frame in front of him, then sat on a high stool and looked at Fu Shiyan expectantly, like a child waiting to be praised by the teacher.

Fu Shiyan washed his hands, picked up the cold noodle and tasted it, then nodded to Huaying who had been waiting for her opinion, "The taste is suitable, refreshing and delicious."

Huaying's feet, sitting on the high stool, still couldn't reach the ground, so she sat up straight and said seriously.

"How about we open a small shop? The weather is getting hotter. This cold noodle can be rolled or mixed cold. When the cucumbers come out, more people will eat it. We sold the recipe before because we didn't have money. Now we have the remaining money, we can open a shop. What do you think?"

"What do you sell in winter? Is this the only one?" Fu Shiyan asked elegantly.

"It's not just this one dish. As long as there is chili pepper, many dishes can be made. In winter, we can make hot pot and add some other dishes. We will have something to sell. We can also sell homemade chili sauce and sesame sauce."

And only they can make these two sauces.

After Fu Shiyan finished eating and cleaned his mouth, he took out the silver note and handed it to Huaying, "If it's not enough, I'll find another way." There was not much silver left from the mansion. Those secret guards and finding his elder brother and younger sister all needed money, and the things he would do in the future would be an even bigger expense.

"I'll ask someone to find a suitable store. I'll pay for the initial expenses, and you'll be responsible for the dishes and management. How about we split the money 50-50?" Fu Shiyan walked slowly to the table and said to Huaying who was feasting.

Huaying swallowed the last bite of Liangpi and looked at him and said, "Where did you get the money?"

Fu Shiyan was silent for a moment before he said, "Someone owes me money, just go and get it from him."

Hua Ying pondered for a while, looked up and said to him, "Okay, I can't do these things alone anyway." Fu Shiyan lifted her chin and gently wiped the corner of her mouth, "Then it's a pleasure to work with you, Boss Hua."

Huaying didn't dare to look directly at the introverted man Fu Shiyan, and turned her head away awkwardly.

At this moment in the Prince's Mansion in the capital, Yan Jingtian was standing with his hands behind his back beside a table in a secret room. On the table was a map of the palaces of the Yan Kingdom, with densely packed names and notes on it.

In another year he would be able to return to Yan State, and when he returned it would be the time for Yan State to select a crown prince. At the age of twelve he was sent to Wu State by his father, where he witnessed how Emperor Wu fought for the throne.

And he, Yan Jingtian, must become the king of Yan State, otherwise, his two cruel brothers will definitely cripple him.

"Prince, the portrait has been secretly sent to the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion." A man dressed in black and masked bowed his head and saluted.

"Let's go down." Yan Jingtian picked up the pen again and circled a palace on the map.