At the end of June, the autumn harvest ended with the joy of the farmers, and Daqin was about to enter the cold winter.

For the farmers in the village, the busy year ends here, and the next step is to curl up on the kang and spend the winter happily.

But for the people in the city, there is still a lot to do. Not only do they have to go to work, but they also have to store food, vegetables, coal briquettes and other winter supplies.

Therefore, the Xianyang Supply and Marketing Cooperative is bustling with people every day.

"How do you eat this yellow lump of earth?"

"This is a potato. You can shred it and stir-fry it, or cut it into cubes and stew it with meat... It's delicious."

"If you ask me, eggplant is the most delicious. Alas... it's a pity I came too late and didn't buy any."

Several women gathered in the vegetable area, chattering away.

At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded not far away, and everyone hurried over to watch the excitement.

I saw a young girl standing in front of the vegetable stall, covering her nose with a very painful expression.

"Girl, what's wrong?"

"Yue... This food is too smelly, can I really eat it? Yue... I can't take it anymore, I can't stand it..."

The young girl felt dizzy from the pungent smell and quickly ran away.

The onlookers were left looking at each other in bewilderment. Then an old lady came forward, grabbed a handful of coriander and smelled it, and her expression suddenly became extremely intoxicated.

"How can it smell bad? It smells so good, it must be delicious. I want to buy some to try."

"Do you have a problem with your nose? You can even smell something smelly."

"Let me smell it, it smells really good!"

“…”

This marked the beginning of the Qin Dynasty's dispute over coriander. Those who ate coriander and those who didn't formed their own factions, and the situation became increasingly intense in Xianyang City.

Every day, people come to the supply and marketing cooperative to smell whether the coriander is fragrant or smelly.

Even Chu Yuening in the palace heard about the coriander dispute and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry for a moment.

Everyone has their own preferences, so we should respect everyone's preferences...

Never mind, she still couldn't accept coriander.

Those of you who like cilantro can eat more for us who don’t like it.

After Chu Yuening finished complaining, she glanced at Ying Zheng who was reviewing memorials, with a cunning glint in her bright eyes.

At lunch, there was a plate of cold coriander on the table.

The green coriander was neatly placed on the plate, and a few red peppers were placed on top, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, it looked extremely scary in Chu Yuening's eyes. She sat on the chair farthest from Xiangcai, her nose slightly wrinkled, and she looked like she had lost all hope in life.

"Yuening, is this coriander?"

"Hmm, A Zheng, do you think it smells good or bad?"

Now Chu Yuening just wanted to confirm it quickly and let the palace servants take away this plate of terrible coriander.

Ying Zheng sniffed carefully for a few times, his brows furrowed in an instant, and he shook his head in resistance, with a hint of doubt in his phoenix eyes.

It seems like I'm wondering if this strange-tasting coriander is really edible?

"Great! Ah Zheng is indeed the same as me, then let's withdraw."

Chu Yuening excitedly waved to the palace maids, her little face full of relief.

However, to her surprise, the kid who was eating egg custard next to her suddenly spoke.

"Mom, this dish smells delicious, Zhao Zhao likes it!"

"...What?!"

Chu Yuening and Ying Zheng both looked at Zaizai with an indescribable look in their eyes. After seeing the desire in those big eyes, they fell silent.

After a while, the palace maid brought another plate of non-spicy coriander. Ying Zhao ate it with relish and even gave up his favorite egg custard.

The strange smell of coriander gradually filled the entire hall. Chu Yuening covered her nose and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Zai Zai, why don’t you just sit at a table by yourself?

Ying Zheng, who was standing aside, frowned in deep thought. Neither he nor Yue Ning liked coriander, so why did this kid like it so much?

After finishing the meal with great difficulty, Chu Yuening left Qinian Palace as if escaping.

Ying Zheng ordered the palace servants to take good care of the little boy and followed him.

Only Ying Zhao, who smelled of coriander, was left, pouting in grievance. Why didn't his father and mother accompany him today?

Chu Yuening came to the glass greenhouse, surrounded by the elegant fragrance of roses, and she finally relaxed.

"Yuening, coriander is not a terrible thing."

Ying Zheng approached slowly, looking at the fear on the girl's face, a smile evident in his phoenix eyes.

Although he didn't like coriander, he could still tolerate it. After all, he had smelled worse smells than this.

"To me, it's no different from a scourge."

Chu Yuening sighed, sat on the lawn, closed her eyes and felt the fragrance of flowers and grass.

The late autumn sunshine is not dazzling, and it falls softly on the slender beauty. The curled eyelashes cast shadows on her fair face, quiet and gentle.

Ying Zheng sat next to the woman, put his arm around her shoulders, and enjoyed this beautiful afternoon together.

After a moment, Chu Yuening suddenly thought of something, raised her eyes, turned around, held the man's face, and playfully kept him in suspense.

"Some people think cilantro smells good, while others think it stinks. A Zheng, do you know why?"

"I don't know."

Ying Zheng covered the woman's hand and cooperated seriously, but his eyes were full of pampering and indulgence.

Chu Yuening raised her little head, her starry eyes turned slightly, and she answered mysteriously.

"That's because there's a gene in these two types of people that's different, so some people smell bad, and some people smell good."

"What are genes?"

"Hmm... It's similar to some kind of trait. Maybe Nuwa used different clay when she created humans."

Chu Yuening started talking nonsense seriously again, but Ying Zheng believed it to some extent.

He took the woman's hand, interlocked their fingers, and kissed her between the eyebrows, his magnetic voice filled with tenderness and affection.

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