No wonder the Empress didn't care about table manners; the food was so incredibly delicious.
Wu Lanxi took out a handkerchief and belatedly wiped her lips, realizing that she had been a bit too impulsive.
But as she watched Tang Huan put one fresh ingredient after another into the hot pot, her taste buds started acting up, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva again.
Tang Huan wasn't idle either; while eating, she introduced each ingredient to Wu Lanxi.
"This is a potato, a new variety developed by Qihuai County over several years. It's easy to grow on a large scale and is the most suitable crop for Kuizhou..."
"This is vermicelli. It requires several different types of flour and involves many steps..."
"This is blood curd, made from the congealed blood of animals..."
"..."
Wu Lanxi never expected that after so many years, she would once again have a huge appetite and eat an unknown amount of food.
Even the strange blood curd, after the initial discomfort, tasted exceptionally delicious.
The last time I tasted the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast was probably when I was young and accompanied the late emperor for the first time. I don't know how many years have passed since then.
Wu Lanxi was very satisfied with this meal.
"Boss Wu, how is it?"
Tang Huan watched Wu Lanxi's performance closely throughout the meal, knowing that once the hotpot was over, the matter would be considered settled.
Most business deals are made over meals. Although there was no alcohol today, Wu Lanxi had a great time.
Wu Lanxi regained her dignified appearance.
"Lord Tang, I wonder how this hot pot is made? Would you allow me to take some back to the capital?"
Wu Lanxi saw a much larger potential profit in hot pot.
Even I, whose appetite has long been spoiled, have unknowingly eaten so much. If I could bring it back to the capital, it would probably be very popular. It's something that's easier to make money from than white sugar.
"Boss Wu, this hot pot is the result of my years of painstaking research and development in Qihuai County. Whether it's the hot pot broth base or the dipping sauce in the bowl, it's all a secret recipe that I don't know how much effort I and Qihuai County have put into it."
“I know what Mr. Wu is thinking. I understand that you want to bring hot pot back to Beijing.”
Tang Huan looked at Wu Lanxi with a serious expression.
"You'll have to pay more."
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