Yan Bao finally settled for an old popsicle.
That’s right, it’s the old-fashioned popsicle, the kind that’s sweet with white sugar.
The emperor raised an eyebrow: "Is this what you are licking?"
Shen Shoufu glanced at Yan Bao, who smiled innocently: [Dad, don't let anything slip. We don't have much of the little pudding left. Once we finish eating it, it will be gone!]
The emperor enjoyed it and kept asking you for pudding. As a result, we didn't eat any. We can't spoil him.
[Eat the old popsicles if you want or not, even if the king comes, I can only offer the old popsicles.]
Shen Shoufu understood, and under the emperor's questioning gaze, he nodded: "This is it, Yan Bao made it for fun, let us all taste it, it's not something that can be put on the table, the emperor still..."
"Yan Bao made this, how can I not give him face? Let me try it and see how it tastes." The emperor held the bamboo stick, a little hesitant, not knowing whether to bite it or lick it. He was the emperor, how could he lick it?
The emperor, with his good teeth that could handle hot, cold, sour and spicy food, bit the popsicle into a crisp crunch.
It’s sweet and cool, so it’s nice to eat occasionally.
Especially in places where earthworms are burned, eating one can quench your thirst.
The emperor was very satisfied: "This popsicle is well made. Yan Bao is indeed smart. I like it very much."
Yan Bao rolled his eyes in his mind: [Luckily I'm smart. If it was Little Pudding instead, I wonder how much the Emperor would like it.]
[It's just an old popsicle. I can make it too. I'll find time to make a batch and store it in my space so I can buy popsicles in the summer.] Yan Bao's eyes lit up when he thought of the hot-selling popsicles.
Shen Shoufu: “…”
Mrs. Shen: “…”
After eating the popsicles, the emperor took away Ah Huai and a box of old popsicles. They were all unpackaged and covered with ice. As it was already cold in the capital, they would not melt even if left outdoors.
Ah Huai was reluctant to leave and asked the emperor when he would come to the Shen family to stay for a few days.
The emperor smiled and patted his shoulder: "Silly boy, this is Yan Bao's home. Your home is in the palace. The palace is bigger than here. You will like it."
Ah Huai is not stupid. He knows that it will not be easy to see Yan Bao after entering the palace.
I also know that it is impossible for him not to enter the palace, after all, his father is the emperor!
Ah Huai asked: "Then when can I see Yan Bao?"
"When you have learned the rules of the palace, I will let Yan Bao come to the palace to see you." Once you enter the palace, you will be a prince, and you can't talk about you, me, and him all the time. You must learn all the rules.
Ah Huai was looking forward to it. When he got off the carriage, he apologized to Eunuch Fu: "I'm sorry, Eunuch Fu, are you still in pain?"
Eunuch Fu was frightened to death. The prince apologized to him, but he didn't have such a fate.
It's just a beating. He is thick-skinned and not afraid of being beaten.
Ah Huai still doesn't understand why he hit Eunuch Fu?
He was clearly aiming at the emperor.
Well! Fortunately, it was Duke Fu who was beaten. If it was the emperor, he would be in big trouble.
Not to mention entering the palace.
Ah Huai, who realized it later, was scared.
After seeing off the emperor and his son, Shen Shoufu and the others could finally take a breather.
Yan Bao knew that this was the best outcome. Ah Huai found his father and his identity was recognized by the emperor. The emperor did not act like a coward and showed some responsibility.
It's not easy to survive in the harem. Once Ah Huai enters the palace, it becomes his battlefield.
Although there will be some twists and turns, Yan Bao can't do anything to help. Everyone has their own life experiences, and she can't always protect Ah Huai.
Ah Huai doesn't need her protection either.
Don’t look at Ah Huai as naive and innocent, he is also a little scheming.
It's not that easy to bully her.
While Ah Huai was trying hard to learn the rules in the palace, Yan Bao took advantage of the coldest time before the New Year, mixed some popsicle water, poured it into a special container, and actually made popsicles for her.
The taste is a little different from the old popsicles, and everyone who has tried it thinks it's okay.
Yan Bao immediately organized people to make more popsicles. In addition to the old popsicles, there were also red bean popsicles and mung bean popsicles. For these popsicles, the bamboo in the yard of Shen Shoufu's study was reduced day by day.
By the time Chief Minister Shen discovered it, the bamboo was almost gone.
Shen Shoufu held his forehead and said, "Where's the bamboo? Where's my bamboo? Is there an iron-eating beast at home?"
Mrs. Shen comforted: "Forget it, you have eaten so many popsicles of Yan Bao, how can you eat them for free? Where do you think the bamboo inside came from?"
Madam Shen always knew that Yan Bao had cut the handle made of bamboo from Shen Shoufu’s study, but she didn’t say it.
Shen Shoufu looked at the almost bald bamboo forest and wanted to cry but had no tears.
What can I do? I have to continue spoiling my daughter even if I cry.
She just wanted some bamboo, not his hair.
It doesn’t matter if the bamboo is bald, as long as it is not bald.
Once again, when there were not enough bamboo sticks, Yan Bao sneaked into the academy to cut bamboo, and was caught by Shen Shoufu. Shen Shoufu looked at the frightened Yan Bao and smiled dotingly: "Which one do you want, Dad will cut it for you."
Happiness came too suddenly, and Yan Bao was a little slow to react: [Dad, if you were kidnapped, just blink.]
Shen Shoufu: “…”
Finally, Chief Minister Shen cut two good bamboos, hoping that more bamboo shoots would grow next year, so that he could cut them for Yan Bao to make popsicles next winter.
Yan Bao worked hard to make a lot of popsicles. Shen Shoufu and the others had one popsicle a day, and they lived a happy life.
The days of making popsicles didn’t end until Second Brother Shen came back.
The popsicles they made these days were not enough to sell, and the demand far exceeded the supply. Yan Bao adhered to the principle of making money from the rich, and he wanted to sell a popsicle that cost fifty cents for five taels of silver.
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