"Allergies?" The Ninth Prince frowned slightly. "What is that?"
Why had he never heard of it?
"Ah..." Yuan Yao opened her small mouth, feeling a wave of annoyance.
In ancient times, the concept of "allergy" probably didn't exist...
She scratched her head, thought for a moment, and then came up with a description: "It's that after coming into contact with something you're sensitive to, your body will experience various symptoms, such as difficulty breathing, vomiting, and red rashes. In severe cases, it can even be fatal..."
"Allergies...that's an interesting name. Where did you hear that term?" the Ninth Prince asked.
“I…” Yuan Yao tugged at her bangs, her eyes innocent: “Yao’er doesn’t know either, it just suddenly popped into my head.”
Did they just pop up out of nowhere?
The Ninth Prince was surprised and patted her head: "How much more is in your little head that your father doesn't know?"
There are so many!
Yuan Yao sighed, "Father, I'm so pitiful! There are so many things I can't touch or eat!"
In ancient times, there weren't as many delicious foods as there are now, and there were many things she couldn't eat. Wasn't that just torturing her?
Here, desserts are mostly steamed, fried, or baked, such as peanut brittle...
Should she bring some modern cuisine here and try making it?
I'm craving cream cakes and all kinds of milk tea...
However, many desserts require butter, heavy cream...
This is ancient times!
Headache!
Seeing Yuan Yao's various expressions, sometimes happy, sometimes conflicted, the Ninth Prince raised his hand and patted her head: "When you are older, your father will find a famous doctor for you. He will definitely cure you and let you eat whatever you want."
Allergies are difficult to cure completely.
This won't work in modern times, let alone in ancient times...
Yuan Yao suddenly felt very worried.
At that moment, a bright red cherry was brought to her lips.
The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "This is something Xiao Yao'er can eat. Since you like it, eat more."
Yuan Yao's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Father!"
After speaking, she picked up a plate of cherries and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, you don't need to help Yao'er pick out the pits anymore, Yao'er can spit them out herself!"
"As you wish."
The Ninth Prince held a wine cup in one hand, leaning lazily against the window, squinting his narrow eyes to hide the smile in them.
Yuan Yao ate half a plate of cherries before stopping, completely satisfied.
She washed her hands, cupped her face in her hands, and asked, "Father, do you like drinking?"
She suddenly has a craving for cherry wine!
The Ninth Prince rested his forehead on one hand: "I wouldn't say I like it, but wine is a good thing; drinking it can make people happy."
Yuan Yao leaned closer to the wine glass and took a look.
The wine that the Ninth Prince drank was clear and had a rich aroma; it must have been brewed from grains…
Yuan Yao picked up a cherry: "Father, Yao'er thinks that making wine with these cherries would be delicious and beautiful."
"Cherry wine..." The Ninth Prince took the cherry and examined it carefully: "This is a very good idea. However, I need to find someone who knows how to make fruit wine first."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao immediately volunteered excitedly, "Father, let me try!"
She's really good at making food and drinks!
The past twenty-odd years in modern times have not been wasted.
However, the Ninth Prince chuckled: "You little dumpling, you're so young, why do you want to try everything?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao blinked her big eyes and said, "Perhaps, when Yao'er was reincarnated in her past life, she didn't drink enough Meng Po soup!"
Her tone was extremely serious.
The Ninth Prince stretched out his hand, bent his index finger, and gently tapped her little head: "You're the most clever one."
Yuan Yao seized the opportunity to act coquettishly: "Daddy, hug me..."
When the innkeeper brought people to serve the dishes, the Ninth Prince asked, "How many cherries were delivered this time?"
After considering it for a moment, the shopkeeper replied, "About fifty or sixty catties."
Fifty or sixty pounds...
The Ninth Prince said, "Keep ten catties for yourself, and have the rest sent to Qianhua Palace."
“Yes…” The shopkeeper was somewhat stunned.
That's dozens of kilograms of cherries!
The Ninth Prince actually wanted them all!
However, Yuan Yao was still not satisfied: "Uncle shopkeeper, since you have a way to buy cherries, can't you also buy other fruits?"
Other fruits?
The shopkeeper pondered, "At this time of year, mulberries and bayberries are also ripe."
Mulberries!
Yangmei (Chinese bayberry)!
Yuan Yao's eyes lit up as she grabbed the Ninth Prince's hand and pleaded in a childish voice, "Daddy, Yao'er wants mulberries and bayberries too! Can I? Can I?"
The Ninth Prince chuckled as she shook him: "Of course."
So the shopkeeper took the order and sent someone to help Yuan Yao find seasonal fruits.
Dinner was very lavish.
This is the first time Yuan Yao has eaten anything other than rice porridge and meat soup since she came here – steamed fish!
The chefs at Yipinlou are no less skilled than the imperial chefs in the palace kitchen.
The fish is tender, the meat soup is soft and mushy, and the pear soup is sweet and refreshing.
Having eaten and drunk her fill, Yuan Yao rubbed her tummy and leaned contentedly against the soft chair by the window: "Ah, if only I could have some ice cream..."
If it's mango or vanilla flavored, that would be even better!
Just as he was lost in thought, a voice came from beside him: "Young Master, what did you say was ice?"
Yuan Yao snapped out of her daze and opened her eyes.
The shopkeeper smiled, his eyes narrowing into slits: "If the young master has anything else he would like to eat, I will have someone prepare it right away."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao shook her head and said, "The things I want to eat, you don't have here."
At this moment, the Ninth Prince opposite him put down his wine cup and asked, "Iced milk?"
Before Yuan Yao could speak, the shopkeeper asked with a puzzled look, "What is this iced milk?"
Yuan Yao pouted and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, Yao'er has an idea in her mind, but I don't know if I should tell you."
The Ninth Prince slowly poured himself a cup of wine before saying, "I am your father. You can naturally tell your father anything you want to say."
Yuan Yao scratched her head: "But I'm afraid if I tell, Father will think I'm a little monster!"
The Ninth Prince chuckled, "What exactly are you saying?"
Yuan Yao blinked her big eyes and said shyly, "Well... Yao'er is probably too greedy. She always dreams about many delicious foods that Da Qi doesn't have!"
For example, milk, double-skin milk, and little milk buns were things Yao'er dreamed about before...
Then, Yao'er thought, "If I sold these things, they might be very popular!"
Upon hearing that there was money to be made, the manager immediately clapped his hands and said, "This is great! Yipinlou has many other dishes, but it has very few desserts."
If what the young master speaks of can be made, Yipinlou's business will surely boom!
ah?
Selling desserts at Yipinlou?
Yuan Yao was stunned.
She glanced at the shopkeeper, then at the Ninth Prince.
Although Yipinlou is her father's business, she doesn't want to sell desserts here as side dishes!
Yuan Yao pursed her lips, her big eyes brimming with grievance: "Father..."
Father! How can you bear it?
How could you bear to let your precious daughter's ideas be sold by your subordinates?!
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