Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

"Uncle, why don't you try it too? This durian is a delicacy!" Ziwei smiled and peeled off the hard shell of the durian with her hands skillfully and neatly. She presented a plate of fruit flesh with a unique aroma in front of Hongzhou and enthusiastically invited him again.

Hong Zhou looked at the plate of fruit in front of him, feeling somewhat hesitant. He frowned and said with an awkward expression, "How about... I just try it reluctantly?"

Even though he said something disdainful, his eyes were involuntarily drawn to the golden flesh. Finally, he mustered up the courage, carefully stretched out his fingers to pinch a small piece of durian flesh, and slowly put it into his mouth.

The moment the durian touched his tongue, a strong, foreign smell assaulted his nostrils. Hong Zhou frowned, nearly vomiting. But he endured the discomfort and began to chew slowly. However, as he continued chewing, the originally unbearable taste gradually changed.

As expected, just as Yongbi had said, the durian tasted incredibly delicious. It had a soft, glutinous texture, a sweetness tinged with a hint of bitterness and a rich, milky aroma—a taste unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The more Hongzhou chewed, the more he savored it, and before he knew it, he'd forgotten his initial aversion to durian.

He clutched a large durian in one hand, and with the other, he stuffed the flesh into his mouth, devouring it with great relish. Meanwhile, he didn't forget to kick Yongbi, who was also devouring the fruit beside him, and feigned anger, saying, "You bastard, you had such a good thing, but you didn't even think to send a portion to your mother first. You're such an unfilial son! Did I raise you with all my hard work, just to see you being so selfish? What use are you to me?"

Yongbi was caught off guard by a kick, nearly spitting out the durian in his mouth. He swallowed his food awkwardly, jumping up and down in protest, "Oh, Father, how could you do this! I was just greedy. Besides, weren't you also so engrossed in your food? And you still have the nerve to criticize me! And all you do is listen to Mother all day long. You're a complete henpecked husband, taking it out on me. If you have the guts, go challenge Mother! Humph, I should have let my sister stay in the capital, and I'd go marry!"

Upon hearing this, Hong Zhou was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at Yongbi, cursing: "You ignorant little brat, how dare you talk nonsense like this! Get away from me now, I'm annoyed just seeing you!" After saying that, he glared at Yongbi fiercely again and continued to enjoy the delicious durian.

Yongbi wore a sly smile, chuckling. He had no intention of refuting his father's words. He quickly bent down, stretched out his arms, and tightly embraced the two huge durians that Ziwei had just taken out of the space. Then, as if his feet were greased, he ran away.

Instead of sharing the delicious food with his father who is always laughing and never behaves properly, he might as well give it to his dear mother to taste.

Ziwei, on the other hand, completely ignored the playful banter between the father and son. She pulled out a pen and paper and began writing with undivided attention. She was recording the detailed steps for canning fruit and the specific methods for handcrafting glass bottles.

Fortunately, she had an excellent memory in her previous life. She had read extensively and accumulated a wealth of knowledge. Although she had never personally practiced it, she firmly believed that as long as she tried the right methods, she would be able to successfully create delicious canned fruit and exquisite and practical glass bottles.

Hong Zhou led Zi Wei into an empty room. Many empty baskets were already placed in the room. It was obvious that Hong Zhou had instructed his servants to carefully prepare them beforehand. It must be said that this imperial uncle was truly thoughtful!

Ziwei then generously took out the various fruits that were stored in large quantities in her space and continuously placed them into the empty baskets. Before long, the originally empty room was instantly filled with all kinds of fresh and delicious fruits, and each basket was filled to the brim.

Hong Zhou, who was standing aside, watched the scene quietly. When he saw the fruits that suddenly appeared as if falling from the sky, he swallowed involuntarily and his throat trembled slightly.

An indescribable feeling of bitterness surged in my heart. How could such a well-behaved, sensible and capable daughter be someone else's child?

But fortunately, she is his own niece. If he can't have her as his biological daughter, then having her as his niece is also good.

After leaving the Prince Heqin's Mansion, Ziwei rushed to where Du Ruolan was without stopping.

Upon seeing Ziwei, Du Ruolan greeted her with great joy, holding her hand tightly and saying, "My princess, you are so busy! It's almost impossible for me to see you on ordinary days. And you actually came to me at night today. I guess you have something extremely important to tell me, right?"

Ziwei smiled slightly and responded casually: "I just wanted to come and see whether your bed made of silver looks good or not." Before she finished speaking, she had already stepped past Du Ruolan and walked into the house.

Du Ruolan was stunned at first, but then she understood the deeper meaning behind Ziwei's words. Her pretty face flushed instantly, and she said shyly, "Oh, I just said it casually at the time. How could you take it so seriously?"

Seeing this, Ziwei couldn't help but chuckle. She looked around and saw that the silver ingots that had once been scattered about the room were indeed gone. She sighed and said, "I had originally thought of coming over to see if you'd earned enough silver. If not, I could teach you some more ways to make money. I never thought you'd seem to have lost interest in this glittering silver. Sigh..."

Upon hearing this, Du Ruolan's eyes instantly brightened like stars, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw. She hurriedly reached out and grabbed the corner of Ziwei's clothes, anxiously asking, "Princess, what do you mean? What kind of wonderful method is this? To be honest, I also feel that selling only milk tea is a bit monotonous. If we can add some delicious snacks, our business will definitely be more prosperous!"

Ziwei rolled her eyes at her and said disdainfully, "Hurry up and get me some paper and pen." Du Ruolan quickly brought out paper and pen.

Looking at Ziwei's small calligraphy on the paper, Du Ruolan asked curiously, "What does this cake look like? What is cream? Is jam made from fruit?"