Liu Wan smiled, leaned on the emperor's chest and boasted, "The emperor is only controlled by others. The moment the emperor spreads his wings and takes off, no one will be able to defeat him."

"What my beloved concubine said makes sense."

The two people in the main hall were chatting with each other, and Furui, who had returned from doing business, was guarding the outside of the hall.

...

Bianliang Prince's Mansion.

The first thing Shen Qiao did when she returned to the palace was to ask Huiling to put the imperial edict in the bottom of the box. She never wanted to see the emperor's ugly words again, and the words above... Although it was true, she didn't want to look.

That night, Shen Qiao and King Bianliang had a reunion dinner, and everyone in the house also gathered together in twos and threes.

After dinner, Shen Qiao asked Shang Ling to bring paper. Shen Qiao was not used to using brushes, so he picked the thinnest one, dipped it in ink and started writing as if holding a pen.

Shang Ling looked at Shen Qiao's handwriting, frowned and asked, "Girl, although I don't know much about writing, I have several words that I don't recognize. Can you teach me?"

Shen Qiao, "..."

Holding the brush and looking at the words on the paper, she forgot that what she wrote were all simplified Chinese characters, and these ancient people might not really understand them.

"Shang Ling, come here." Shen Qiao stood up and handed her the brush, "I'll read it to you, and you'll write it."

Shang Ling was stunned. She didn't mean to take over the girl's job, but the girl clearly didn't want to do it herself. "Girl, the handwriting of slave is not good-looking. When the time comes..."

"Gee, who cares about those details."

Shang Ling felt at ease now and listened to the girl read while she recorded it in detail.

The master and servant wrote down eighteen dishes in a eloquent manner, with detailed cooking procedures attached at the end.

Cheng Fanlu closed the business on the first day of the year to hand it over to her.

It can open for business on the second day of junior high school.

"Shang Ling, send it to Cheng Fanlu Kitchen tomorrow morning and ask them to prepare the ingredients first and cook them once or twice in advance. Practice makes perfect, so you won't be in a hurry when it opens at noon." Shen Qiao stretched out.

After a day of hard work, she was a little tired.

"Okay, I'll go there early tomorrow morning."

"And those people, please give your prince a message. I want to see some of them when Cheng Fanlu reopens tomorrow." Shen Qiao said that those people were in high spirits.

"My slave has taken note of it."

Shen Qiao went to wash up and sleep comfortably.

...

On the second day, the sun poured in through the windows, and the sunlight squeezed in inadvertently through the gaps, illuminating the room.

Shen Qiao covered his eyes with his arms. His body honestly didn't want to move, but his mind had already begun to spin.

She was planning to go to Chengfanlu today and make a success of her restaurant based on what happened yesterday. She wanted to get off to a good start!

"Girl, you're awake, but you have to get up now."

"Um."

Shang Ling tidied up for Shen Qiao, while Huiling picked out clothes.

During the New Year, Shen Qiao made many brightly colored clothes. Huiling chose a yellow dress for her, with a light pink belt and collar, which made her delicate and soft.

Shen Qiao let them take care of it.

The servants brought breakfast. Shen Qiao was thinking about the opening, so he ate something and got ready to go out.

"Don't worry, girl, the prince has ordered the slave to bring a message to the girl early in the morning. The prince will come to the palm pavilion in a moment to take you to Chengfanlu." Shang Ling said unhurriedly, "The prince has already done what the girl told the slave last night. Let Butler Fu do it, and I gave the menu to Butler Fu, so the girl doesn’t have to worry too much.”

Shen Qiao, "..."
Chapter completed!