The rose seedlings sent from southern Xinjiang include both dark and light-colored varieties.
Moreover, several plants were in full bloom.
These flowers are all edible roses.
Yuan Yao picked some flowers and borrowed the kitchen of Yipinlou...
The little one is so small, he's not even as tall as the stove!
The head chef of Yipinlou Restaurant looked at her with curiosity as she picked flowers and washed the petals: "These flowers can actually be used to cook? Won't they be poisonous?"
Yuan Yao blinked and said, "Maybe?"
The chef was both surprised and suspicious.
See, you got fooled, didn't you?
Yuan Yao smiled very happily.
The waiter brought a small stove for Yuan Yao, set up a small pot for her, and started a fire.
Yuan Yao drained the water from the flower petals and then cracked an egg...
She was small and her hands were small; she couldn't even hold the bowl of egg mixture. Danqing said anxiously, "Princess, let me do it."
"I want to make this myself!" Yuan Yao said seriously. "No one is allowed to help me with this dish!"
Danqing felt somewhat helpless.
Meanwhile, the head chef of Yipinlou put down what he was doing and came over to watch.
After turning on a small fire and heating the pan, Yuan Yao scooped a spoonful of oil into the pan, occasionally using her little hand to test the oil temperature.
Once the oil is hot, pour in the beaten eggs and stir with a spoon. Then, add fresh rose petals, a pinch of salt, and some seasonings to taste...
Danqing stood to the side, watching with a pounding heart.
Soon, the fresh rose petal scrambled eggs were ready!
Looking at the dishes that looked and smelled delicious, the chef was stunned: "I never imagined that the princess would have such amazing culinary skills at such a young age!"
Yuan Yao smiled slyly, then had Danqing take the tray and went to the private room to find the Ninth Prince.
In the private room, the innkeeper had already washed and laid out the fruit.
The Ninth Prince was holding a cherry when Yuan Yao entered the room.
He glanced at the little boy's entire body.
Fortunately, despite the mischief, no one got hurt.
Yuan Yao toddled over to the Ninth Prince's side: "Father, this dish was made by Yao'er herself. Nobody else helped. Please try it!"
Danqing put down the plate and set out the bowls and chopsticks.
Looking at the dishes on the plate, which looked and smelled delicious, the Ninth Prince was quite interested.
He took his chopsticks, gently poked at the egg, and plucked a delicate pink rose petal from it.
Is this... really edible?
Forget it, this is hardly a dish.
This is clearly Tuanzi's love for him!
He's highly skilled; if he really gets sick from eating it, he can just use his internal energy to force the poison out...
Seeing that the Ninth Prince was not eating, Yuan Yao urged, "Father, try some!"
Her little face was full of anticipation.
The Ninth Prince laughed.
He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of egg wrapped in flower petals, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
After finishing one piece, he picked up another...
"How does it taste?" Yuan Yao asked.
The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "The eggs are smooth and tender, and the flower petals are refreshing and delicious."
"Yao'er, have a taste too!" Yuan Yao happily picked up another pair of chopsticks and was about to pick up some food.
Just as she was about to pick up the egg, her chopsticks were stopped.
Yuan Yao: "?"
The old man's narrow eyes held a gentle smile: "This dish is for your father. You, little dumpling, can have these fruits."
“But I want to try it,” Yuan Yao said.
The Ninth Prince took her chopsticks: "Don't you like mulberries? Eat more, because once this season is over, you'll have to wait until next year."
"Ah... alright then!" Yuan Yao finally gave up.
Soon, she sat down in a soft chair and happily began eating fruit.
Ancient fruits, grown without pesticides or chemical fertilizers, tasted absolutely amazing!
The cherries are so sweet, the mulberries are so sweet, even the apricots are so sweet...
A plate of rose-flavored scrambled eggs was entirely consumed by the Ninth Prince.
After finishing his meal, Danqing handed the Ninth Prince a glass of water so he could rinse his mouth.
Danqing asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, is there anything wrong?"
The Ninth Prince circulated his internal energy throughout his body: "Nothing's wrong."
This flower is indeed edible.
He... wasn't poisoned...
Across from him, his little dumpling, completely unaware of his emotional state, was eating fruit with a contented expression.
We had lunch at Yipinlou Restaurant.
After lunch, before taking Yuan Yao out for a stroll, the Ninth Prince instructed, "Send all these fruits to Qianhua Palace. Be careful not to let them get bumped or knocked over."
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir."
The Ninth Prince nodded and led Yuan Yao outside.
Yuan Yao followed the Ninth Prince with small steps: "Father, are there any places in the capital that sell good tea and snacks?"
She's about to open her shop, so she needs to learn more about the market.
"Tea and snacks?" The Ninth Prince said, "Places where tea and snacks sell well are not places where a little dumpling like you can go."
Where can't she go?
Yuan Yao opened her eyes wide with curiosity: "What place? Yao'er can't go there?"
Since they all sell tea and snacks, does that mean anyone can go?
Otherwise, how can we make money?
At this moment, Danqing coughed lightly and said, "Princess, if you have any tea or snacks you'd like, just let Yu'er make them. Yu'er can make them all..."
“But I want to try what other people make,” Yuan Yao said, puffing out her cheeks.
The Ninth Prince paused, looking down at her: "In the capital, the best tea and snacks are made at Ruanyulou."
Soft Jade Pavilion?
Yuan Yao's little face was serious: "Daddy, let's go to the Soft Jade Pavilion!"
"Are you sure?" A strange smile flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Prince.
Yuan Yao became increasingly curious.
She nodded: "I'm sure!"
The Ninth Prince looked at the guards driving the carriage: "To the Soft Jade Pavilion."
Danqing's face flushed slightly, and he opened his mouth: "Your Majesty..."
Is a place like Ruanyulou suitable for children?
Even a thousand-year-old is being ridiculous!
Patting his face, Danqing followed and got into the carriage.
The carriage left Yipinlou and slowly traveled through the bustling streets.
It's lunchtime.
The street was bustling with people, and shouts filled the air.
When you're full, you tend to feel sleepy.
In the noisy environment, Yuan Yao became increasingly distressed.
She simply nestled in the Ninth Prince's arms, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
Just as I was feeling dazed, the carriage jolted violently and came to a stop.
The Ninth Prince opened his eyes: "What happened?"
Danqing lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.
A moment later, she climbed into the carriage: "Your Highness, something has happened."
Something happened?
Yuan Yao instantly regained her senses and clutched the Ninth Prince's robe tightly.
The Ninth Prince gently patted her back and asked coldly, "What's wrong?"
Danqing replied, "The Imperial Guards are clearing the road, and the Minister of Justice is leading a group of men on their way to the Minister of Revenue's residence."
Just now, our carriage was forced to stop by the road clearing team.
Minister of Justice, Qingdao?
The Ninth Prince narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the little girl in his arms: "Little Yao'er, I'm afraid Father won't be able to accompany you to the Soft Jade Pavilion today."
Yuan Yao also guessed that something big must have happened at the Ministry of Revenue's office.
She snuggled her soft little body into the arms of the Ninth Prince and said obediently, "Don't rush, Father. Soft Jade Pavilion won't run away. We can go anytime."
The Ninth Prince nodded and ordered, "Go to the Ministry of Revenue's residence!"
The escorting driver called out, "Giddy up!"
The cart rolled over the stone slabs, making a dull sound.
The carriage moved smoothly all the way to the gate of the Ministry of Revenue's residence.
From afar, a group of imperial guards could be seen blocking the entrance, the atmosphere heavy.
The Ninth Prince carried Yuan Yao down from the carriage and walked over.
The leading imperial guard was stunned for a moment, then immediately knelt down: "Your Highness, I greet you, Princess!"
The Ninth Prince asked coldly, "What happened?"
The imperial guard looked up and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, the Minister of Revenue has hanged himself in his residence!"
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