What is the emperor’s identity?
Last time, she accidentally learned so many strange words, just like her master.
The master said that this kind of man is most suitable for a woman like her who likes novelty and is different from the usual ladies.
Most of what the master said is gradually being verified. Regarding Xiao Zhang, Wen Han cannot love him.
Wen Han shook her head and looked at Xiao Zhang with a smile, "Your Majesty, then... what is the better-tasting milk tea? Your Majesty promised me last time!"
Seeing Wen Han's evasive look, Xiao Zhang's eyes flashed slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Smiling, he agreed: "Okay, my beloved concubine is really a greedy little cat."
Xiao Zhang thought for a moment and said, "My dear, I will teach you a more novel way to eat it this afternoon."
It was supposed to be at night, but it was too dark at night, and the lights were difficult to operate at night.
Xiao Zhang smiled and said, there are many types of milk tea, but the classic one recently is pearl milk tea. However, the pearls in pearl milk tea are made of tapioca flour, but tapioca flour is not so easy to obtain.
You can only replace it with other things, such as red beans and oats.
Xiao Zhang could only make it based on the red beans in his memory.
A cup of hot milk tea in winter is indeed something that people will never forget.
Xiao Zhang smiled and touched Wen Han, "My beloved, do you know what day it is today?"
"Xiao Nian?" Wen Han tried to speak.
Xiao Zhang smiled and nodded, "Since it's Xiaonian, I made it myself. My beloved concubine, why don't you try the process of making your favorite milk tea?"
Wen Han's eyes lit up and he nodded.
Chenxi, who originally wanted to go in and study together, was forced back by the emperor's gaze.
Although the emperor made this thing last time, he didn’t see it clearly and only had a general idea of it.
Many proportions and the time for frying tea are not mastered properly, so the tea is often bitter.
All afternoon long, laughter and joy could be heard from the small kitchen in Fanghanwu.
I know that people from the Shangshi Bureau came with the food selected by the emperor.
Butter, chili, no tomatoes, just clear soup and butter.
After thinking about it, for them, slightly spicy is the bottom line. Without the shuangyuan hotpot, it can only be slightly spicy at most. But now he has to make the shuangyuan hotpot by himself. If those guys who only eat the original soup knew about it, they would laugh at him for a long time!
Except for frying the ingredients, which Xiao Zhang did himself, he supervised the rest of the process.
When Xiao Zhang was frying the ingredients, he originally only wanted Wen Han to accompany him because he was usually busy. When he came to Fanghanwu, he naturally wanted to be with Xiao Zhang every moment.
But seeing Wen Han coughing continuously, Xiao Zhang couldn't bear it anymore at that moment.
But Wen Han, when will he finally come to his senses?
When will he be able to enjoy the fragrance of this beautiful woman?
When Xiao Zhang thought of that time, the corners of his mouth turned up.
I was just about to talk to Wen Han when I turned around unexpectedly.
Wen Han had already run away holding the red bean milk tea in front of him.
Xiao Zhang shook his head helplessly, then a smile appeared on his face.
Wen Han ran a long way out of the small kitchen, but he was still frightened when he looked at it.
If Wen Han hadn't been holding the milk tea made by Xiao Zhang in his hand, he would have thought that Xiao Zhang had made some new type of battlefield weapon.
Wen Han often couldn't suck in the red beans when he took a sip of milk tea, so he tried desperately to poke the red beans with a tube and then suck them in "accidentally".
Then, feeling the pleasure of eating red beans, the little feet deliberately sat in a high place and dangled.
When Xiao Zhang came in, he happened to see this scene.
Shake your head helplessly.
What a child’s mind!
But at this age, according to legal holidays, he is still considered a child.
"My beloved? What are you so happy about?"
Xiao Zhang came in and immediately blocked the sunlight that was rarely seen in Fanghanwu in winter.
When Xiao Zhang came in, Wen Han was holding the book "The Domineering Factory Manager Fell in Love with Me 4" and reading it carefully.
"Have you finished reading those cases?" Xiao Zhang looked at Wen Han.
Wen Han nodded, then shook his head.
"Not really. I haven't finished reading it seriously yet, but...it's not a good idea to read that kind of book while drinking milk tea."
Wen Han did not tell the specific reason. After all, what if Xiao Zhang took Wen Han's books?
What if there is no sequel?
Wen Han suddenly put down the book in front of him and looked at Xiao Zhang.
"Your Majesty, why do you think it's so close to New Year's Eve? Why don't these writers take advantage of this time to write more and earn some extra money? When will they start writing?"
"Why hasn't this book I'm following been updated for almost a month?"
Wen Han looked at Xiao Zhang seriously, as if he wanted to discuss this issue with Xiao Zhang sincerely.
Xiao Zhang: “…” Isn’t it just that he updates slowly?
There's no need to beat around the bush!
Xiao Zhang didn't believe that based on what happened that day, Wen Han didn't know who the author was!
It’s just that this cunning little kitty wants to disguise himself!
Xiao Zhang pretended to know nothing and looked at Wen Han: "Maybe the scholar went home for the New Year and is not in the imperial capital anymore?"
Wen Han asked Xiao Zhang, "How does the emperor know that the scholar's family is not in the imperial capital?"
Xiao Zhang smiled and said, "No matter how poorly a scholar in the imperial capital does, he wouldn't write a book, right? And even if he were from the imperial capital, wouldn't he have to write plays to make money in that industry?"
Wen Han looked at Xiao Zhang suspiciously, "Is he really that weak?"
Xiao Zhang touched Wen Han's head and smiled, "Tell my beloved concubine a joke!
There were two brothers. The elder brother said to his younger brother: Brother, I wrote a book today.
My brother laughed and said: I wrote two books.
Then the two of them looked at the temple they lived in and the broken bowl in front of them and smiled at each other.
Wen Han stared at Xiao Zhang with wide eyes, "Is that so?"
Xiao Zhang: "What else?"
Wen Han: "It makes money, a lot of money. After all, I always give tips whenever I see something good."
Xiao Zhang smiled helplessly, "I've already said it's just you, my beloved concubine. There are still many times when no one reads? Even if I submit it to a bookstore, what if they reject it? What if no one knows about these books in the first place?"
Wen Han's eyes widened: "How does the emperor know so much?"
Xiao Zhang pretended to cough, pretending that he didn't know much.
Can he say that all his books were rejected in the first place?
Hmm~
Then he scolded Prime Minister Wen and asked him to run all over Kyoto, but no one was willing to sell the book, so he opened a bookstore himself.
Then it acquired countless bookstores. How big of a problem is that?
Isn't it just a bookstore?
Xiao Zhang's smile was unnatural, and Wen Han naturally didn't pay much attention to it.
Because the food made by Wen Han and Xiao Zhang is out.
There is a Tai Chi-style pot on top and a small stove on the bottom. I don’t know what it is made of.
There is a small opening which is usually sealed but can be opened to add firewood.
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