The story of this young lady has spread throughout the palace. She doesn't dare to provoke her, but she really wants to taste the scented tea she sees for the first time.
"I am also willing to spend thousands of gold to buy it." The most important thing our palace lacks is money.
The maid had no choice but to run to discuss with Ao Rong in fear.
Aorong, who was entirely focused on eating, stopped thinking about it. She was stunned for a moment, looked up at them, and showed a faint smile.
He raised his hand generously and said, "No, I'll treat everyone to a drink."
These roses were from the palace garden, and they were taken by her without telling her.
She's not that shameless to ask them for a big price to sell to them.
Besides, Concubine Ling helped her indirectly just now, so she treated it as a return gift.
Hearing her words, these big shots who were used to eating delicacies from all over the world were very happy.
This scene fell into Ao Rong's eyes, and she found it strange. What's the matter? It's just ordinary rose tea. How much is it worth?!
But she forgot one thing. Scented tea is indeed rare and common in modern times. It can be found all over the streets.
But in this other world, this is a unique thing. Even these well-informed nobles have never seen it.
Rare things are more valuable, and these people always think that the things she makes must be excellent, and they may not be able to taste them in the future.
After all, she has experienced her temper. If she is unhappy, she will not sell it to you even if she throws it away.
King Mo Ting was happy and ordered to go down, "Eat according to her share. Everyone will have a share. Each member of the jury will also have a share. Don't forget to take Mr. Ding's share quickly."
The maids ran quickly and placed snack boxes and scented tea in front of everyone
For a while, everyone was eating with gusto. Watching what Aorong was eating, they followed suit. It was very strange. The usual snacks paired with this rose tea had an extraordinary taste that left a lingering fragrance on the lips and tongue. It was a unique experience.
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Mr. Ding was tired of standing, so he carefully handed the rice paper in his hand to the two guards, telling them to be careful, not to let the viewers touch or damage it, and to protect it intact.
The two guards were in awe, holding the rice paper as if they were holding rare treasures, not daring to be careless at all.
After he finished explaining, he turned around and was shocked. Is this a weird situation? Is it raining red?