Chapter 72: Porcelain Bowl Smoothie This woman must have some magic!
At noon, the warm sun shines freely.
The river water at the pier sparkled under the sunlight. The surface of the water was like a huge mirror, with tiny golden rays jumping around, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.
The naughty children couldn't stand the heat, so they took off their straw sandals and stood by the river, using their little hands to scoop up the cool water and splash it on their faces.
The workers who had just got off the boat unbuttoned their collars, exposing their chests, and fanned themselves with the straw hats in their hands.
"This year, the heat has arrived early, and the warmth has arrived earlier than in previous years," Princess Yuhe said to the dignitaries in the judges' booth. "I wonder if this will affect farming?"
In fact, she was already feeling restless and just wanted to get back to the carriage as soon as possible, lie down on the ice silk mat, and hug the smooth and green bamboo basket to cool off.
To her, agriculture and sericulture are just a vague concept.
Rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans were all unfamiliar things. I didn't know where they grew, nor how to plant or harvest them.
But as the Princess of Daliang, she should be sympathetic to the people's feelings.
"The princess is kind-hearted and compassionate to the people. She is a blessing to the country." The princes and nobles all bowed and praised her.
Princess Yuhe raised her eyebrows slightly, and her mood finally became more comfortable.
As the banquet drew to a close, she tapped her handkerchief impatiently with her fingertips, hoping that the competition would be over quickly and not be wasted any longer.
"What's in that small porcelain bowl?" Several sharp-eyed judges, who had just finished tasting two rounds of delicious food, looked like fat hamsters with a full stomach.
The gourmets, who were so overwhelmed by the delicious food, admired the elegance of the Cuiyuanlou wedding banquet and were also delighted by the lively atmosphere of the labor banquet.
For a moment it was difficult to tell which was better.
But the porcelain bowl that suddenly appeared attracted their attention.
The bowl seemed to be filled with ice particles, which were crystal clear and looked like piles of broken jade, and the colors were even more diverse.
Whether it is frosted pear white, peach pink, or green plum green, paired with seasonal fresh fruits, it is refreshing and tempting.
"Let me try it." A nimble referee reacted the fastest and immediately squeezed into the queue.
After getting a bowl, touch it with a spoon and the shaved ice will make a rustling sound.
"It's ice, it's really ice!" he shouted in surprise, his eyes widening instantly.
Take a spoonful and a tingling, cool sensation spreads down your throat, taking away the summer heat. The slushy melts on your tongue, its texture dense and delicate, a truly wonderful experience.
The rich fruity aroma is the finishing touch, and the sweet and sour taste fills the mouth.
"What a waste of natural resources." The Cuiyuan Tower owner gritted his teeth. "Let's see how many bowls of ice she can make."
He stood by and watched, his eyes full of disdain.
It is not uncommon for the powerful and wealthy in Beijing to eat ice in summer.
Simply collect natural ice in the dead of winter, transport it to your home ice cellar, store it there, cover the floor with fresh straw, then cover it with rice husks and leaves for insulation, and finally seal the cellar.
Waiting to enjoy it in the summer next year.
Although it consumes manpower and material resources and the storage quantity is limited, we can still enjoy delicious food.
But for ordinary people, this kind of food is absolutely amazing.
"I've lived for most of my life, and this is the first time I've tasted ice on a hot day. It's so wonderful!" The old man who made sugar figures carefully scooped up a spoonful.
After swallowing, the old man felt a cool feeling in his heart and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
"Thanks to Miss Gui." Clay Man Zhang also got a bowl and enjoyed the coolness to his heart's content, making a joyful "gurgling" sound in his throat.
Princess Yuhe felt even more upset when she heard the noisy sound of peddlers scrambling for the ice bowls, and her beautiful face became three points gloomier.
This is nonsense!
The people in charge of ice administration in the palace only gave the Princess's Garden a dozen or so pieces of ice every year.
He said that there were many noble ladies and concubines in the harem, and his father would hold an "ice awarding ceremony" to cool down the officials as a token of divine grace, so the money had to be used sparingly.
But even the humblest civilians can eat this ice freely.
She is a princess, but she is restricted in every way.
Where is the royal majesty and where is the eldest princess’s sense of superiority?
She wanted to catch Bing Zheng's bullies and punish them one by one with a slap or a stick, otherwise she would never be able to get rid of the resentment in her heart.
The ice bowl came out and won by surprise.
Not to mention the common people who originally attended the labor banquet, even the children of the wealthy families next door secretly came over to line up.
Miss Lingqueer was greedy, and the lingering fruity fragrance lingered in her nose. She could no longer bear it, and the sisters she had made friends with turned against her together.
"Oh, you're just trying to attract attention." The person in charge of Cuiyuan Tower still insisted. In his opinion, unless Guizhier had some magic, the amount of ice would be far from enough for consumption.
"Once the people in line find out they can't get a taste of the ice bowl, they'll be furious," the Cuiyuan Tower owner said arrogantly. "It'll backfire on their reputation."
Unexpectedly, Guizhier's stored ice was endless.
She just used a clean small ice hammer and chisel, and with a few hammerings, the granular shaved ice was formed.
There was a crisp "clang" sound, and ice chips flew everywhere.
General Luan, who was watching from the side, raised his hand to his forehead, his mouth corners trembling slightly, unable to bear to watch.
It's no wonder he was holding back his laughter. Guizhier didn't need an ice hammer or a chisel. She was clearly using the Cloud Collapse Force and the Stone-Breaking Sky Palm.
No skills, just pure force.
Guizhier blinked at him, a hint of cunning flashed in her smart eyes, and dimples appeared, making her originally heroic face even more delicate and lovely.
"Performance" is also part of cooking.
The two apprentices divided the work and cooperated with each other, collecting crushed ice, adding honey, fresh fruit slices, nuts, etc., and mixing them evenly, a bowl of smoothie was ready.
"How could this be..." As time passed, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down the forehead of the person in charge of Cuiyuan Tower, hitting the bricks and stones under his feet, leaving a small stain.
The ice cubes didn't decrease, and his brows became more and more furrowed.
If he loses this competition again, the powerful people behind the restaurant will not forgive him.
The cheers of the people around him and the admiration from the referee's seat sounded like thunder in his ears.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, his chest rising and falling violently. He finally made up his mind, licked the dry and flaky corners of his mouth, and shouted—
"This woman must have some sorcery!"
Otherwise, how could there be so much ice for her to squander?
"Pfft." Someone couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the person in charge of Cuiyuan Tower was desperate.
A man does not speak of strange things. Even if people are curious about the source of the ice, they will only suspect that there are wealthy and powerful people behind Miss Gui.
I don't know which force is so rich and powerful.
Faced with doubts, Guizhier remained calm.
Because this inexhaustible supply of ice did not rely on the inventory in the portable space, she smiled slightly and took out a grayish-white crystal stone.
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