Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Chapter 325 Clouds

"Does Qiao'er like sweets?"

"It's okay."

She was strictly disciplined at home, and her daily food intake was limited, for fear that she would lose her figure; desserts were even rarer.

"Then I'll let you taste the flavor of clouds."

Lu Qiao's eyes lit up as she looked up at the leisurely white clouds in the sky.

"Clouds? I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

"Having sharp ears and eyes is great, it's just like clouds."

Yang Jianwu asked Mu Jin to lead people to push the machine.

Mo Ye doesn't like desserts, so he and Hong Yun sat by the grill eating skewers and drinking beer.

Hongyun said smugly, "If Hongfeng knew we'd be eating skewers today, he'd definitely regret switching shifts with his subordinate."

Today, Hongfeng should have been by his side serving him, but Hongyun went to the old doctor's place to wait and be served.

Hearing that Yang Jianwu had made an appointment with Lu Qiao, she imagined a scene of jealousy and resentment and refused to come, insisting on switching shifts with Hongyun.

"In my opinion, he wants to go find Songyin."

"puff--"

Hongyun spat out the beer he hadn't yet swallowed, coughing loudly.

Mo Ye glanced at Hong Yun and thought, "Why are they all so unsteady?"

"Your Highness, when did you discover this?"

"I'm not blind."

Hongyun covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "That's not what I meant."

Hongfeng is usually very reserved. Apart from mentioning to him that his heart raced when he saw Songyin... he has never told anyone else.

Your Highness has a truly sharp eye.

"So, do you think Hongfeng and Songyin have a chance?"

Mo Ye shook his head, "Song Yin has been by Xiao Wu'er's side since she was a child, and she is very opinionated."

Hongfeng...hehe..."

Although I don't want to admit that my subordinates are inferior to other people's maids, that's just the way it is.

"It doesn't match the tone."

Ouch—that hurts, it hurts for Hongfeng.

"Hongfeng isn't that bad, is he...?"

"Can't win a fight, can't win an argument, and sometimes he's also dull-witted."

Hongyun felt embarrassed for his brother after hearing this, and Moye continued to add insult to injury without holding back: "In Xiaowu'er's words, it's too silly."

"All right……"

Hongyun silently mourned for two seconds. He had already done his best to speak up for Hongfeng. He hoped his brother would have good fortune.

The so-called machine that Mu Jin and Dan Niang introduced was simply an improved version of the machine.

The afternoon sun made the woman's gold-embroidered skirt shimmer and glow.

Yang Jianwu deftly rolled up her cloud-patterned wide sleeves, lit the small charcoal stove, and poured the prepared frosting sugar into the center of the copper turntable.

The glowing embers baked the bottom sugar bin, and she gripped the sandalwood handle inlaid with copper wire gears and shook it, causing the turntable to spin rapidly, randomly engaging and disengaging.

The sugar granules melt into amber syrup when heated, splashing out through the dense pores around the edge of the plate, and instantly solidifying into threads when exposed to wind, like flowing clouds and falling snow.

Lu Qiao was so startled that she took a half step back, her apricot-colored skirt sweeping across the blue bricks on the ground.

"Oh my god?!"

Lu Qiao's surprised exclamation drew Mo Ye's attention to investigate.

"What is this?"

"It doesn't have a name, why don't you give it to us?"

Mo Ye had always known that Yang Jianwu was different, and he was really curious about what she was thinking every day and how she could come up with so many strange and wonderful ideas.

How did you come up with that idea?

"I was craving it, so I modified it to resemble a waterwheel."

Yang Jianwu smacked her lips, "It's been so long since I've had this, I really miss it."

Dan Niang presented the bamboo skewers she had prepared beforehand. Yang Jianwu gently turned her wrist, and the sugar flakes, as fine as silkworm threads, wrapped around her layer by layer, gradually gathering into a fluffy cloud the size of a palm.

"Here, a cloud for Qiao'er."

"It actually worked!"

Lu Qiao took it in amazement, her fingertips sinking into it with a light touch. "So soft, it's like a celestial object from the Jade Pool."

I couldn't resist taking a small bite; it was sweet and melted in my mouth.

"This thing can induce sugar to form clouds, so why not call it the 'Cloud Silk Machine'?"

Mo Ye "snatched" the item from Lu Qiao's hand and held it up in the sunlight to examine it closely.

The strands of sugar, bathed in light, resembled spun gold threads.

He handed the machine back to Lu Qiao and stood beside it to watch how the "clouds" were produced.

"Give me one."

Since clouds are a rare commodity, we should also try them.

Yang Jianwu's lips curled slightly. Mu Jin and Dan Niang, realizing they were blind, exchanged a knowing look, wondering what mischief their master was up to again.

"Brother Ye is tall, so I'll make you a big one."

"A smaller one will do, just to taste it."

"Alright, whatever Brother Ye says goes!"

Yang Jianwu skillfully rolled it up, quickly creating a cloud the size of a palace lantern.

Mo Ye reluctantly accepted it, "You naughty girl, you wanted a small one, but you gave me a super big one instead."

Yang Jianwu glanced at Hongyun beside her and said, "If you think it's too big, you can eat it with Hongyun. Just tear it off with your hands."

He then demonstrated by quickly tearing off a strip and stuffing it into his mouth.

"good to eat."

Hongyun's eyes were full of anticipation; he really wanted to try. "Your Highness, do you need my help to share the burden?"

"Ah."

Mo Ye reluctantly agreed in a low voice; Xiao Wu'er was definitely doing it on purpose.

Hongyun tore off a piece of the soft, white dough and put it in her mouth; it was indeed sweet and delicious.

Article 2, Article 3...

Mo Ye and Hong Yun started eating together, sharing the food and soon their hands were sticky with food.

It's certain, absolutely certain, that Xiao Wu'er did it on purpose.

Lu Qiao pursed her lips, barely suppressing the smile on her face.

Yang Jianwu suddenly thought of all the different shapes she had seen in her previous life and wondered if it would be nice to have colorful candies.

There are too many people around right now, so it's inconvenient to exchange items from the space.

"Dan Niang, do you have any dried flower petals in the shop?"

"Yes, Lord..."

Before Dan Niang could finish saying "Master," Mu Jin coughed softly, prompting her to change her address.

"I wonder what kind of flowers Miss would like?"

"I want dark-colored, edible sugar. I want to grind it into powder and add it to the sugar to make colored candy."

Danniang mentally went through all the dried flowers she had on hand, "Would hibiscus flowers work?"

Mu Jin covered her face, "..."

Why does my name appear so frequently?

Yang Jianwu chuckled, "The hibiscus is about to bloom."

"Okay, please wait a moment, Miss."

Soon, Dan Niang brought over a brocade pouch and took out dried hibiscus petals from it.

The wicked Yang Jianwu makes her appearance.

Demonstrating strength is also one of the factors that attract the opposite sex.

Mo Ye's appearance and status are beyond question, but Lu Qiao's lack of interest in him only shows that he is not attractive enough.

"Brother Ye, could you please use your internal energy to crush the hibiscus petals into powder?"

Mo Ye took the handful of hibiscus petals blankly. "Since it's for consumption, wouldn't it be more hygienic to use a mortar and pestle?"

"Oh dear, you don't understand. Internal energy can appropriately heat the petals, making them more flavorful when combined with sugar."

Yang Jianwu was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"Okay, then."

Mo Ye crossed his hands, channeling his inner strength into his palms. With a slight exertion, the crimson powder fell onto the tray.

Just as the woman had predicted, Lu Qiao praised, "His Highness Prince Ning is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also possesses such profound internal strength."

"Miss Lu, you flatter me."

Yang Jianwu smiled without saying a word, and used a small spoon to scoop the hibiscus pollen into the freshly boiled syrup.

Pollen dissolves in syrup when heated, and in an instant, crimson sugar threads flow like smoke and mist.

"Everyone come and roll it up yourselves, grab a handful of red auspicious clouds, and have a year of joy and good fortune."

Who wouldn't want a great opportunity?!

Yang Jianwu's words caused everyone to scramble to draw lots.