Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

The cavalry's marching speed doubled?

Does this increase the carrying capacity of a horse-drawn carriage by several times?

Earned 300,000 taels of silver in three days?

Did kerosene lamps become popular throughout the country?

The city lord of Jiangcheng asked a series of questions, and even his seemingly calm heart could not withstand such a blow.

Any number could help him reach the next level.

Imagine what it would mean if cavalry could double their marching speed; they would likely breach enemy cities before the enemy scouts even had a chance to report their findings.

Unfortunately, he missed out on an excellent son-in-law and an opportunity to become a king.

"Go to hell with your senior brother!" The city lord of Jiangcheng smashed the table to pieces with his fist, even swearing without regard for his status.

His decision to let Jiang Lanfeng leave was the result of careful consideration; it wasn't simply because he listened to his elder sister, but also for his own benefit.

He didn't deny that Lin Ping had some clever ideas, which even improved the army's combat effectiveness. However, a person's energy is limited. Lin Ping is young and knows too much. He might have already run out of ideas.

Therefore, the city lord of Jiangcheng did not believe that Lin Ping could cause any more earth-shattering or awe-inspiring events.

Rather than trying to win over a son-in-law who has run out of talent, it's better to throw yourself into the arms of the Lotus Palace.

Jiang Lanfeng's senior brother is a figure even greater than the palace master. If we can get him into a marriage alliance, it's equivalent to gaining the support of the Lotus Palace. At that time, it will be a piece of cake to dominate the world.

He was wrong, terribly wrong. Lin Ping was far from running out of ideas. His previous inventions were just random bits and pieces he'd picked up. His real talent was yet to come.

On the contrary, is that elusive senior brother really as powerful as the legends say? Can he truly control the overall situation of Lotus Palace?

Only what you eat counts as meat!

Currently, Lin Pingcai is the only one who can truly help the City Lord's Mansion, while Jiang Lanfeng's senior brother is not.

"Sigh... It's too late to say anything now." Jiang Xiuwen kept shaking his head, feeling too ashamed to ask Lin Ping for help, and worried that he would be turned away.

"Father, Uncle, rest assured, my brother-in-law is not the kind of heartless person. If the City Lord's Mansion is in trouble, he will definitely not stand idly by," Jiang Yunlie said firmly.

When Jiang Lanfeng was about to take Jiang Yunying away, only he stepped forward in the vast City Lord's Mansion. Lin Ping remembered this kindness and would at least help him once in a critical moment.

"Alright, let's talk about the martial arts examination." After all, he was the city lord, and he had seen all kinds of storms. How could he be depressed because of Lin Ping's rejection?

……

Lin Ping had already brought Zhou Xiyin to the entrance of a restaurant, and was immediately shocked by the bustling scene before him.

Although Yingtian Prefecture has a large population and thriving businesses, the popularity of this restaurant is somewhat exaggerated.

To accommodate more customers, the restaurant doesn't even have private rooms; the first to third floors are all halls.

Even so, high-ranking officials and nobles were still willing to patronize the place, and even lingered there, because the food was simply too delicious.

It is said that this restaurant has become famous throughout most of Yingtian Prefecture in less than seven days since it opened.

The surrounding restaurants were doing terribly, and they couldn't understand why this restaurant was so popular, so they came in for a meal out of curiosity.

I took a big bite of food and almost choked. What kind of weird taste is this?

However, the more you eat, the more delicious it becomes, and you simply can't stop.

Thus, a phenomenon has emerged where well-read, refined gentlemen and high-ranking, serious officials often find themselves sweating profusely while eating, yet still enjoying their meals immensely.

The owners of other restaurants got anxious and spent a lot of money to bribe their chefs to find out the recipes for these dishes. They could find all the recipes except for that red seasoning.

So he tried to imitate it, but found that no matter what he did, he couldn't recreate that strange taste.

They were desperate; where could they possibly buy this seasoning?

"Mingyue Tower?" Zhou Xiyin was intrigued by the name. "Does that mean people who dine there become high-ranking officials?"

"This girl is clever!" Lin Ping thought to himself.

When he named the restaurant, he had this intention in mind, but he kept it a secret and let those who were obsessed with officialdom guess it themselves. The effect was indeed good, and it immediately attracted many people who were obsessed with officialdom.

"Sir..." The waiter stammered upon seeing Lin Ping. Just as he was about to change his form of address, he noticed Lin Ping wink and continued, "Please come in."

Lin Ping casually found a seat by the window, where he could enjoy the food and admire the beautiful view outside.

"What are they eating? It's all red and looks disgusting." Zhou Xiyin looked at the tables of red oil around her and almost got goosebumps.

She had never eaten red food before, and she didn't understand why all dishes had to contain red ingredients.

"Give it a try?" Lin Ping said softly, having roughly guessed Zhou Xiyin's next move.

She's a girl, and deep down she loves spicy food. After this meal, she'll definitely be hooked.

"Sister Xiyin, what a coincidence, we meet again." A muscular man in luxurious clothes smiled faintly at Zhou Xiyin.

Lin Ping glanced at him instinctively, but didn't say anything, focusing intently on looking at the menu.

This was naturally a pretext. He invented the menu, so how could he not know what dishes Mingyuelou had? He just wanted to see the relationship between Zhou Xiyin and the other party.

The way Zhou Xiyin calls him "Sister Xiyin" is so affectionate, it's even nauseating. If Zhou Xiyin admits it, that's fine, but if she doesn't, then I'm sorry, you should go somewhere cool and get lost, lest you dirty Master Ping's hands.

"Xue Chenkai? It's you?" Zhou Xiyin's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

The Xue family was one of the top ten wealthiest merchants in Yingtian Prefecture. Their ceramics and tea products were famous throughout the Yue Kingdom and even sold well throughout the Daye Dynasty.

In addition, Xue Chenkai himself is also very hardworking. At a young age, he passed the imperial examination for martial arts and even the prefect had to show him respect.

He was also a suitor of Zhou Xiyin, and had tried to coerce and entice the Zhou family, but fortunately Zhou Yecheng had some backbone and refused.

Even so, Xue Chenkai did not get angry or embarrassed. Instead, he often took care of the Zhou family in business matters.

Therefore, Zhou Xiyin had a fairly good influence on him.

Handsome, wealthy, young and promising, and incredibly refined and cultured—there's no justice in this world! He's almost as good as Lin Ping's finger; he's a total heartbreaker.

If Lin Ping were a woman, she might be tempted.

"It's been several months since I last saw you, and you've grown even more graceful and beautiful." Xue Chenkai, ever the friendly type, sat down next to Zhou Xiyin, forcefully pushing Lin Ping away.

Zhou Xiyin seemed a little nervous, afraid that Lin Ping would be unhappy, and hurriedly introduced, "This is my husband Lin Ping, and this is Xue Shao Xue Chenkai."

She deliberately emphasized Lin Ping's identity in an attempt to make Xue Chenkai give up.

Married women are not in demand at all, but Xue Chenkai is an outstanding man, so he shouldn't be still thinking about her.

"So it's Young Master Lin." Xue Chenkai glanced at Lin Ping with disdain, outwardly extending his hand to greet him, but secretly tightening his grip, intending to give him a hard time.