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The garden became lively from time to time. Song Youan followed along and also admired the beautiful purple chrysanthemums in the flowerbed.

It was a chrysanthemum with a very peculiar color that Song Youan had never seen before. The petals were purple and yellow, layer upon layer, and very enchanting and gorgeous.

When everyone arrived, they sat down together in the pavilion in the garden.

As soon as they sat down, Liang Wanjun, the daughter of the Minister of Rites, smiled and said, "Sister Ling's sudden invitation to come here shouldn't be just for the sake of admiring the flowers, right?"

The others all exchanged glances. They all knew Zhu Ling's personality. How could she send them a message so suddenly for something as ordinary as sipping tea and admiring flowers? She must have another purpose.

Zhu Ling raised his eyebrows proudly, and then winked at Chu Tao, the maid standing beside him. Chu Tao raised her hands and clapped them twice, and then saw ten maids from the mansion slowly coming over with trays. On the trays were exquisite porcelain plates filled with various delicate small cakes.

Everyone present except Li Chuyou widened their eyes in curiosity. The exquisite and unique appearance of the cake alone was enough to attract the attention of these young ladies.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhu Ling was even more proud: "I found some new and good things, so of course I have to share them with my sisters."

"Sister Ling, what is this?"

"Is it a snack? It looks so good!"

"It's even more unique than what Man Yue Lou did."

Girls all like beautiful things, and food is no exception. The ten cakes all had different shapes, which made them dizzy for a moment and they couldn't help but let out a surprised sound.

Zhu Ling raised her chin proudly before saying, "This thing is called cake. Sister Chu You and I happened to taste it at Sister Sang Qian's place yesterday. We both thought it was delicious, so we brought it here today for everyone to try."

Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to Li Chuyou, and Li Chuyou nodded gently: "It is indeed delicious, everyone may want to try it."

Normally people eat snacks with their hands, but cakes require tableware. Fortunately, each cake comes with a small spoon when you buy it.

Zhu Ling and Li Chuyou had eaten it once and knew that they couldn't just cook it directly, so they picked up a small spoon to demonstrate.

Seeing this, the other ladies followed suit and carefully scooped a spoonful and put it into their mouths.

"Hmm...it's delicious!"

“What a soft and fluffy texture!”

"The piece I'm eating has fresh fruit on it."

"The piece I ate had a rich aroma, with a slightly bitter aftertaste, but it wasn't as strong as the bitterness of coptis chinensis or medicinal herbs. Instead, it had a novel bitterness mixed with a light aroma. It was so special. Sister Ling, what on earth is this cake? It's so different from the snacks we usually eat!"

Zhu Ling couldn't explain it clearly, so she turned her head to look at Song Youan and said, "You come and explain it to Sister Rong."

Song Youan had been concentrating intensely, fearing even the slightest mistake. Upon hearing this, she took two steps forward and spoke calmly, "The cake you just tasted, Miss, is called Tiramisu..."

"Tiramisu?"

When everyone heard this strange name, their eyes lit up with interest. Another person asked hurriedly, "What about this one? What's it called?"

Song Youan said, "This one is called red velvet."

"What about this piece?"

"This one is called Mango Thousand Layer."

There are also Napoleon, soufflé, taro snow shellfish, etc...

The names of these modern cakes sound novel and fun to the ladies, and most importantly, every piece is delicious!

"Girl, did you do all this?" someone suddenly asked.

Although Song Youan didn't want to lie, he couldn't tell the truth, so he had to nod reluctantly.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and someone said, "You're really amazing! You've even outdone the pastry chef at Manyue Tower. This cake is sure to be a huge hit in Kyoto."

"Thank you for your kind words, Miss." Song Youan said with her head down.

Fortunately, these young ladies don’t care how the cake is made. After all, they are all inexperienced in making cakes. Even if Song Youan really explained it clearly, they would not understand it at all, because most of the ingredients are nowhere to be found in Dazhao.

In fact, Song Youan had already thought of the wording. If she was really asked, she would say that it was a technique passed down from her ancestors and was not easy to leak. She believed that these young ladies would not make things difficult for her.

Seven or eight people finished the ten pieces of cake in a short time, and everyone was still reluctant to leave. Everyone had different personal preferences and preferred different flavors.

"Girl, I'm going to order the cake for tomorrow in advance. It's exactly the same as the ten pieces you ordered today. I want my parents and brothers to have a taste of this delicious thing too!"

"I want it too, I want it too!"

"And me, my grandmother has a sweet tooth, she's sure to like it!"

"Then I want one too!"

Even Li Chuyou said, "There's still one for me. I wonder if the young lady can make so many tomorrow?"

Everyone present had to make a reservation with her, and if each person paid ten yuan, that would be eighty yuan!

"Of course. You ladies don't need to go out of your house tomorrow. I can deliver the cakes to your homes." Song Youan said.

"That's perfect." Li Chuyou said, looking at Zhu Ling. "Then please ask Sister Ling to have someone write down the addresses of each prefecture so that this girl can deliver the goods tomorrow."

"Sister Ling is so generous. She thought of us first when she got such a good thing!"

"Yes, thank you, Sister Ling..."

Someone complimented Zhu Ling, who was very pleased and ordered, "Give this girl an extra 100 taels of silver."

"Thank you for your reward, young lady. However, I want something else, so I dare to ask for a favor from you." Song Youan spoke calmly. At this moment, the uneasiness in her heart when she first entered the mansion had long dissipated, and she became calmer.

Zhu Ling was in high spirits and asked, "Oh? What do you want?"

Song Youan lowered her head slightly and said, "I am honored to have followed you into the mansion. This is the first time I have ever seen the beauty of the purple-gold chrysanthemum. I wonder if I could ask you for a purple-gold chrysanthemum? I will definitely take good care of it."

Upon hearing this, the other ladies all smiled.

Although this purple gold chrysanthemum is precious and rare among the common people, it is not difficult to find in the gardens of noble families. Compared with one hundred taels of silver, a purple gold chrysanthemum is not that expensive.

Li Chuyou said softly, "Sister Ling, this purple chrysanthemum is indeed a rare commodity for ordinary people. This young lady is willing to spend a hundred taels of silver to exchange for one, which means she really likes it. Why don't we give her one as a reward?"

"It's just a flower. If you really like it, I'll give it to you." Zhu Ling didn't care about the fields of purple chrysanthemums in the flower garden. She immediately ordered the maid: "Go and dig two purple chrysanthemums as a reward for this person..."

Zhu Ling looked at Song Youan and asked, "What's your name?"

"My humble daughter Song Youan."

Zhu Ling said, "Give it to Miss Song."

There are two plants, not one.

Song Youan was overjoyed, thinking that this young lady from the Fuyang Marquis family was not a bad person at all, at least she was generous enough!