Once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years!

What's more, Ying Zheng has lost for six or seven years in a row, so it would be strange if he is not afraid now!

No matter how Ying Feiyu persuaded him, Ying Zheng made up his mind and refused to gamble.

Ying Feiyu smiled jokingly and continued, "This dumpling is also known as Lantern Festival. It is indeed made of glutinous rice flour. The method is simple. My son is about to publish it in the newspaper to popularize it for the people so that they can also taste it.

Here comes this soft, sweet and delicious food!”

"Oh? After you become emperor, it's really different...!"

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up and he looked at Ying Feiyu with admiration, "Before, you guys had any good things you used to open a store to make money. Now he knows that it is published in the newspaper so that people can eat delicious food without leaving home!"

"Father, even if the children published them in the newspapers, the taste of the people at home was not as good as that in the store, and it would be useless if they were published!"

"How is it possible? If you can't bear to let go, just say you can't bear to let go. Don't look for those useless excuses!"

Ying Zheng sneered at his remarks and did not believe it at all.

"What Erchen said is true. Barbecue, iron pot stew and roast duck involve more spices. The amount and time of each spice must be strictly controlled, and the preparation should be done accurately based on the amount of ingredients!"

"Take roast duck as an example, you need to adjust the amount and time of marinade according to the size and weight of the duck, as well as the heat when roasting. If there is any error, it will fail!"

"Before the roast duck restaurant opened, it was only after many tests that it could master the experience! People could not make the taste of the store at home, but they also had to spend a lot of money to buy spices! If you have that money, you can buy a roast duck and eat it.

Enough!”

"It's like the same recipe. The food made by the chef of the Imperial Chef in the Palace and the chef of the Erchen, it's the same reason!"

"Which dumplings are different, although the things that everyone makes will be different, they are basically the same, and they are all sweet and soft!"

Ying Feiyu said a lot to defend himself.

"Okay, okay, you guys have many excuses!"

Ying Zheng said while eating dumplings wildly.

"Is this not an excuse for Erchen! Just like the people of the Qin Dynasty used to be able to barbecue, but why is it not as delicious as Erchen's roast? Why is it not as delicious as Erchen's hotpot when made from antique soup in the past? This is the same truth!"

Ying Feiyu firmly refused to admit that this was an excuse.

By the same method, what everyone makes has a different taste.

In addition to his shops, there are many things in the city that have followed the trend. Don’t you have to drink some soup? You can’t make a lot of money!

The reason is that the taste is average.

Even if they are like this, if the people cook at home, the taste will definitely be worse. Maybe they have to pay for the money for buying the materials.

It’s better to go directly to the store every now and then!

"Okay, you can do it yourself!"

This time, Ying Zheng was really speechless after being criticized.

No matter what he said, this kid had a lot of excuses waiting for him!

"The dumplings are similar to steamed buns. Even if the taste is different, the difference is not too much!"

Ying Feiyu said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, okay, you boy is right!"

Ying Zheng looked helpless.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with him when it popularizes the people or opens stores to make money.

The money you earn will not be put into his pocket. This kid can do whatever he likes!

"The dumplings were made by Erchen today. How about using dumplings as a delicacy on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?"

Ying Feiyu took advantage of the situation to raise this matter.

"Well! Feiyu's idea is good! There are moon cakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival and dumplings on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which is a good idea!"

Before Ying Zheng could express his opinion, Lian'er nodded repeatedly, and then asked Ying Zheng's opinion with a smile, "Brother Zheng, what do you think?"

Not to mention anything else, Lian'er's smiling face alone makes people feel comfortable to see, so how could he refuse?

"I have no objection!"

It was just that there were many delicacies on the 15th day of the first lunar month, which was not important to Ying Zheng, so he nodded and agreed directly.

"Then I will continue to explain it later and let the newspaper publish it in the newspaper!"

After all, the few people started chatting.

Ying Zheng asked about the government affairs, and Lian'er asked about the matters in the harem.

It took about an hour later that Ying Feiyu came out of the gate of Yuxiu Palace!

Even if you are unwilling to review those memorials, you have to take a general look and not ignore them all.

But before he could enter the gate of the Imperial Study Room, Yu Guang found a figure in the corner of the wall, sneaky.

Ying Feiyu's figure flashed and he walked around behind the man without any notice.

"Ling Si?"

His name sounded from behind, and it was the voice he was most afraid of. Ling Si suddenly had a hair, and a heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"You...You...You...You Majesty?"

Ling Si shivered and turned slowly.

"What are you doing here sneakily? Your old problem has not been changed yet, right? You still want to find out about my whereabouts and report it to your father?"

Ying Feiyu pinched his smooth chin, circled around him, and looked up and down.

It was because of this guy who made a report that he had to rectify himself. Could it be that a few years have passed and the old problem has been committed again?

"No...no...no...no! I dare not!"

Ling Si's legs were scared and almost fell to the ground.

"Don't dare? Then why are you doing sneaky?"

Ying Feiyu's voice suddenly increased and he shouted.

"Your Majesty, please spare me!"

This voice directly scared the Black Ice Platform captain to kneel on the ground.

"You guy must be in a bad mood!"

Looking at his appearance, Ying Feiyu became even more convinced.

"No, no, no, no, no!"

Ling Si waved his hand quickly.

"Then why are you guilty?"

Ying Feiyu pressed step by step and kept asking questions.

"The last general...the last general is here to retire and return home. I hope your majesty will be grateful!"

Ling Si knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

His responsibility is to protect His Majesty, to inquire about the civil movements, and what the ministers are doing in private, but what are they doing?

Of course, these princes also include them.

Among these princes, the current prince is His Majesty. The former prince is the most capable of making trouble, so he reported to His Majesty the most and offended His Majesty a lot.

Now that His Majesty has abdicated and has become the Supreme Emperor, His Highness has taken over the throne, I guess he will have to deal with him sooner or later.

The reason why I didn’t move now is because I just returned to the palace and had too many things to do, and I was in the New Year again, so I didn’t make any effort!

It probably won't take long, so I have to find an excuse to clean him up and avenge him before.
Chapter completed!