The little girl took a sip of tea from the table before continuing, "When printing, use a cylindrical flat-bottomed brush to dip in ink, brush it evenly onto the printing plate, and then carefully cover the plate with paper."

Gently brush the paper, and the image of the text or picture will be printed on it.

The final step is to detach the paper from the printing block and let it air dry. A printer can print 2,000 to 3,000 sheets a day, and a single printing block can be used tens of thousands of times.

Lord Zhang was in turmoil. Such a simple method had never been conceived by anyone for thousands of years.

Even he himself, who usually buried himself in studying books, couldn't come up with such a simple and convenient method.

This is a truly beneficial method for the country and its people; if such a woodblock print were actually made…

It's unbelievable to think that something that used to require dedicated people working day and night can now be completely solved with just a small board.

The way Zhang's father looked at Su Muyao was filled with light.

Zhang Huafeng was forced to retire due to old age and poor health, handing over his position to his son.

Fortunately, her son lived up to her expectations and took over her position when she was about to retire.

"Ahem," Su Muyao coughed twice, feigning discomfort, because the old man's intense gaze made her feel a little uneasy.

"Is it possible to make it?"

"No problem," Lord Zhang smiled confidently, and he immediately went to make arrangements for the matter.

"What kind of book does the princess wish to have printed?"

"Let's carve a storybook first, and call it The Monkey King."

Lord Zhang was completely bewildered. "What kind of picture book is that?"

He searched through all the picture books in his mind, but had never heard of the one about the Monkey King.

"This is something I heard from someone else before; it's just a retelling."

She was too embarrassed to admit that she had claimed Journey to the West, one of the Four Great Classical Novels, as her own masterpiece.

Lord Zhang treated it as just another story and didn't continue the topic. Instead, he asked some questions about carving.

Su Muyao also told him everything she knew, and finally handed over the part about the Monkey King to him.

After Su Muyao left, Lord Zhang's father was jumping around like a spoiled old man, pointing fingers at his son.

"Look at you, I'm exhausted just listening to you talk. What kind of person is that little princess? She's a favorite of the emperor. You should just agree to whatever she says without hesitation. Why are you dragging your feet and being so indecisive?"

Lord Zhang was given a severe scolding by his father, who pointed a finger at his head.

Su Muyao did not return to the Minister's residence after leaving, but went to the study instead.

The shopkeeper in the study was so anxious he was restless. He never imagined that one day he would be so troubled by the fact that the shop was doing too well.

Ever since the young master started talking about the Monkey King on stage, there have been so many people wanting to buy this picture book.

I originally thought the hype would only last a few days, but I never expected it to explode in popularity like this, which is hard for me to accept.

On the day the catalog sold out, some customers were reluctant to leave, and it took some coaxing from me to finally get rid of them.

But this morning, several spoiled brats came to the door to urge me to hurry up.

In particular, the son of the leading military officer threatened to smash up his shop if he couldn't buy the picture book.

The shopkeeper sighed softly, "What kind of mess has this been? What on earth has happened? Sigh."

Just as the shopkeeper was still sighing, the waiter suddenly ran up to him and said, "Shopkeeper, our distinguished guest has arrived."

Upon hearing the waiter's announcement at the door, he immediately stood up and said, "Please come in quickly."

The shopkeeper was filled with excitement and hurriedly went downstairs to greet him.

This is a distinguished guest in their study. The owner said that if this distinguished guest comes, someone should be sent to fetch him.

After the group was seated, the innkeeper carefully examined the newcomers.

The toddler, who looked no more than five years old, was wearing a pink dress and a bright red cape with a particularly pretty fur collar.

I wonder whose baby is so adorable.

The shopkeeper only realized what was happening when Xia Xia blocked his view.

"Ahem, I'm sorry," the shopkeeper said, feeling a little embarrassed. He realized that staring at people so openly was impolite.

Su Muyao shook the snowflakes off her cloak, eager to finish all these things so she could go back and have a snowball fight and build a snowman.

It's hard for most people to understand her obsession with snow, especially considering she's a girl from the south. Just looking at the white snow on the ground makes her feel happy.

She even wished she could roll around in the snow a few times.

Soon, a variety of delicious-looking dishes were laid out on the table.

Although the food in this era wasn't very tasty, there weren't many seasonings available.

Especially those made by poor families, which are basically boiled vegetables, since they can't afford to add oil or salt, so it's no wonder they don't taste good.

Just then, the owner, Chen Changqing, arrived late.

"Miss Su, I'm so sorry. I was busy and neglected you. Please come and try these. These are some of our signature dishes, which are only available in winter."

Su Muyao didn't hesitate and picked up a piece of radish stew with meat.

The radish has a refreshing aroma, and the meat is stewed until very tender. This dish is quite nice to eat in winter.

The shopkeeper enthusiastically explained the origin and name of each dish.

When the waiter brought in a copper pot, followed by two plates of mutton, Su Muyao's face immediately froze.

Isn't this the copper pot she uses at home? How did mutton hot pot become their signature dish?

Suddenly, I slapped my forehead and remembered that my father had once said that selling copper pots and mutton hotpot to restaurants could earn me a profit.

It seems they were sold directly here. What a coincidence!

"Try it, it's a really good dish."

The shopkeeper looked on with a longing expression. He recalled that he had been eating at another restaurant owned by his employer when someone came to sell him a dish.

I was just curious at the time, so I asked him to make it and see if he could try it. I never expected it to taste so delicious, and there was also that magical copper pot.

So they made the decision to buy it, since the study and the restaurant across the street were owned by the same person.

Su Muyao picked up a piece of mutton and put it in the pot. After about ten seconds, she took it out and put it in her mouth.

The lamb was incredibly tender and smooth the moment it entered her mouth, almost indistinguishable from what she made herself.

The shopkeeper immediately understood when he saw that she looked perfectly normal; it seemed that this young lady had already tried it.

Judging from this young lady's clothes, her family must be quite wealthy. How could she not have tasted these little trinkets before?

I was just being a bit delusional.

After the host had eaten half his fill, seeing that Su Muyao showed no sign of speaking, he couldn't help but ask, "Miss Su, the reason I invited you here today is to discuss the picture book about the Monkey King."