He felt like he was starving to death. He had no strength in his body, and his legs were weak from hunger, but there was no food he wanted to eat.
His personal attendant, a servant who had been with him since childhood, panicked upon seeing the situation and hurriedly went out to find the postmaster.
After thinking for a moment, the postmaster decisively dispatched the post station's cavalry to clear the way, and then used a carriage to carry Imperial Censor Wu into the city.
Upon receiving the news, Prefect Leng rushed to the entrance of Jiang's Private Kitchen and sent people to summon Fu Qiyuan and Jiang Shan.
It was past midnight, and all the restaurants and shops were closed. The only place that Prefect Leng could think of was Jiang's Private Kitchen.
This man is different from Prince Rong. He is not as noble as Prince Rong, nor is he as unreasonable. Starving to death is a small matter; losing one's integrity is a great matter.
Prefect Leng certainly couldn't stand by and watch a third-rank official from the capital starve to death in his territory. At this critical juncture, the only person who could help him was Jiang Shan, the owner of Jiang's Private Kitchen.
Half an hour later, Jiang Shan, along with Prefect Leng and Fu Qiyuan, braved the wind and rain to welcome the starving and dying Imperial Censor Wu.
Wu Yushi's attendant was so anxious that blisters appeared on his lips. He patiently told Jiang Shan about his master's condition, and watched helplessly as Jiang Shan went to the kitchen while yawning.
It doesn't seem very reliable.
But there's nothing that can be done. Even if someone were willing to prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for their master at this hour, the master might not be able to bring himself to eat it.
Everyone in the room waited with Imperial Censor Wu.
During the process, Fu Qiyuan brewed a cup of dried fruit tea bags made by Jiangshan with boiling water and handed it to Imperial Censor Wu.
Imperial Censor Wu took the drink with trembling hands, took a sip, and his eyes lit up.
It's like someone lost in the darkness suddenly seeing the light of dawn.
The attendant quickly helped him sit up and watched as he drank the entire glass of water.
After a stick of incense had burned, Jiang Shan brought out a small hot pot with two separate broths.
The ingredients in the kitchen are readily available; they just need to be washed and chopped before use.
Jiangshan prepared two different flavors of hot pot base, made two pots of soup, and brought out the washed ingredients and placed them on the table.
"This is the three-delicacy soup, and this is the sweet and spicy soup. You can eat it as a soup dish now."
At Jiang Shan's instruction, the attendants blanched several kinds of meat and vegetables that Imperial Censor Wu liked. After they were cooked, they took them out, poured some sesame sauce on them, and served them to Imperial Censor Wu.
Imperial Censor Wu had smelled the aroma long ago, and he craned his neck to wait. Finally, he got to taste it, and his brain cells, which had been starving, were instantly revived, clamoring to eat!
"Help me to sit down!"
Then, everyone in the room watched as Imperial Censor Wu sat at the dining table, eating and drinking.
Jiang Shan heard the collective sound of swallowing, rolled his eyes silently, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of hot pot broth, brought out two bowls of vegetables, yawned, and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, a group of people sat together eating hot pot.
Eating to one's heart's content, feeling as happy as an immortal.
Wu Yushi's attendant immediately covered his face with his sleeve and cried.
Imperial Censor Wu has finally come back to life!
He pointed to the hot pot and gestured for his entourage to sit down and eat with him.
What's the point of being so picky at a time like this!
An hour later, the group, having eaten and drunk their fill, exchanged smiles without saying a word. Prefect Leng then instructed Imperial Censor Wu's carriage to return the way it had come.
After seeing off Imperial Censor Wu, Prefect Leng patted his belly and sighed, "This time, we owe a great debt to Boss Jiang!"
Fu Qiyuan raised an eyebrow and said, "This humble official didn't expect that either!"
This is truly a case of unintended consequences leading to unexpected success.
By winning over Imperial Censor Wu's stomach, Fu Qiyuan had already achieved half of his goal.
After seeing off Prefect Leng, Fu Qiyuan glanced at the sky outside, calmly closed the shop door, and went to Jiang Shan's office.
Inside is the lounge, where Jiang Shan has already gone to sleep. Outside is the office, with a soft sofa, where he can make do for the night.
While he was half asleep, he saw Jiang Shan gently cover him with a blanket.
The familiar fragrance still lingers on the blanket.
Fu Qiyuan's lips curled up, and after cuddling with the blanket for a while, he drifted off into a deep sleep.
The following day, Imperial Censor Wu, along with his delegation, warmly received a group of officials of all ranks at the Yuzhou Prefectural Government Office, and held a harmonious and friendly interview.
First, the leaders of each region and county reported their achievements, then conducted a proper self-examination, and finally the censor personally pointed out the areas that needed improvement, providing guidance and suggestions, which pleased everyone.
Throughout the interview, Prefect Pei was the most proactive, while Fu Qiyuan remained completely invisible, only speaking a few words when asked, displaying extreme modesty and restraint.
After visiting the subordinate cities and prefectures to assess the situation, Imperial Censor Wu inevitably returned to the overall economic development and people's livelihood of Yuzhou. Prefect Leng naturally brought up City Logistics and praised it highly.
When Imperial Censor Wu expressed his desire to meet the major shareholder of City Logistics, everyone fell silent.
Don't ask me, I just don't know.
None of them had ever met the owner of Chengbang Logistics, only the person in charge. Some said the owner was a wandering swordsman, others said he was a scion of a wealthy family, and still others said he was a woman.
There are so many conflicting opinions, it's better to say nothing at all.
Magistrate Pei glanced at him and said, "It's getting late, why don't we have a meal first? I've already prepared it at Juxian Manor..."
Imperial Censor Wu stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed intently on Fu Qiyuan: "No need for Magistrate Pei, Lord Fu, please lead the way!"
Judge Pei was stunned. He turned to look at Fu Qiyuan, who was also momentarily speechless.
Prefect Leng coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "Lord Wu, we did not make an appointment in advance..."
Imperial Censor Wu walked up to Fu Qiyuan, staring intently into his eyes. "I know that Lord Fu will definitely have a solution!"
Fu Qiyuan's lips twitched. If it weren't for his good looks, he might not have been able to find a solution!
Jiang's Private Kitchen now requires advance booking for banquets!
When they arrived at the entrance of Jiang's Private Kitchen, Fu Qiyuan looked back again.
There are more than ten people, so we need at least two tables. I don't know if Shan'er can manage it.
Magistrate Pei kept a straight face, his slightly lowered eyes revealing a dark and cold glint.
The moment Fu Qiyuan looked over, he also glared at him with a sharp look.
Magistrate Pei swore he saw disdain in Fu Qiyuan's eyes!
A blatant expression of disdain!
He actually looked down on them for dining at Jiang's Private Kitchen!
Wow!
I really want to tell on them, what should I do!
When Jiang Shan came down, he saw the group of people that Fu Qiyuan had brought, and his brows immediately furrowed.
The same blatant disdain!
Ignoring the displeasure in Jiang Shan's eyes, Imperial Censor Wu stepped forward and laughed, "Mr. Jiang, we're sorry to bother you. Could you please arrange two tables for us, out of respect for Lord Fu?"
Jiang Shan curled his lips, gave Imperial Censor Wu a perfunctory bow, and said, "Greetings, esteemed officials. However, both the upstairs and downstairs are full. If you do not mind the simplicity of the backyard, we can also set up two tables."
"I don't mind at all, I don't mind at all!" Imperial Censor Wu waved his hands repeatedly.
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