After leaving the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Physician Lu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
Feeling the chilling coldness behind him, he swore to himself for the 1,852nd time that he would never let his children or grandchildren work in the Imperial Hospital.
This job is deadly and not suitable for fools like them.
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Chuxiu Palace
Since Hongzhou moved to the Prince's Residence, Chuxiu Palace has become much quieter. He also has time to meet with An Lingrong to prepare spices and see if they can recreate some of those lost ancient recipes.
"The fragrance of Bai Zhuo Xiang (a type of incense) requires the use of high-quality dried tangerine peel to make the fragrance linger on clothes, becoming stronger over the years and never ceasing even after washing."
"The dried tangerine peel stored by the Imperial Household Department is at most sixty years old, and we don't know if it will be enough."
As An Lingrong spoke, she carefully ground the dried tangerine peel into powder. One pass wasn't enough; she sifted it again and again with gauze, grinding it back and forth more than ten times, over a thousand times.
"It's a pity that we can't use the water milling method like we use for pearl powder, otherwise the powder could definitely be ground even finer."
Sun Miaoqing leaned closer to take a look, dabbed some fine powder on her fingertip, and casually crushed it; it was almost identical.
"It's already quite remarkable that it can be ground to this extent; people back then liked to exaggerate. If it can retain the aroma for three days, that's already very good."
An Lingrong smiled and said, "Sister is right. Hengzhiju's business is getting better and better. It's sold out before it can even be put on the shelves."
“Every time those silver notes were delivered, even the most ungreedy person would be unable to resist being distracted upon seeing them.”
“I’ve always thought of following your example and using some money to help the people. But it’s better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. I’ve been thinking about it for several days, but I still can’t think of anything I can do.”
Just as Sun Miaoqing was about to speak, Linglan hurriedly came in and whispered a few words in her ear.
An Lingrong lowered her eyes and continued to fiddle with the spices in her hands, clearly not very curious.
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