After Osa set sail from the "Zhennan", he was taken to the Xiao family manor in Taiping Mountain by Xiao Zhengtang and Wen Yunshu to stay for two days.
Of course, Xiao Zhengtang and Wen Yunshu would definitely not directly ask their third grandson, "What kind of girls do you like?" Instead, they adopted a roundabout tactic and asked the boy what he wanted bit by bit.
To sum it up in one sentence, "being able to go out to the parlor and enter the kitchen", one must at least have the "style of a future queen", a clean family background, and a relatively simple social life.
Someone will certainly ask why there are so many conditions. They are choosing the future queen of a country. They can't just be like the Count of Monte Cristo and get a weirdo who is married with children and "prefers beauty to power".
After Xiao Zhen communicated with Osa's mother, Princess Sarah, and the child's uncle, King Abdullah, via satellite phone, the Jordanian royal family and the Ministry of Agriculture sent letters to the port city and ASEAN countries. Three days later, the preliminary list of the first inspection team was released.
On the other side, after Wen Yunshu and Xiao Zhengtang enjoyed three days of astronomy with their third grandson Osa, Osa went to No. 11 Deep Water Bay to say goodbye to his father, his eldest brother Zhennan and his wife, and his second brother Zhenbei and his wife.
After Osa had a warm lunch, Xiao Zhen took a car to personally see his third son off to his private plane.
After seeing Prince Osa off on the plane, Xiao Zhen excitedly took a car to Taiping Mountain.
"Sent him off?" Xiao Zhengtang asked as he sat on the sofa in the living room.
"Just sent him off. How are things going over there, Mom?" Xiao Zhen, the father, was as anxious as all the other onlookers.
"We've selected 12 girls who meet the requirements of our grandson. Haha, Xiao Town, this agricultural inspection team is really a nest of beauties!
"It's up to our grandson to choose from now on. Oh, I've eliminated the girl from the Xie family, just so you know." Wen Yunshu said with a smile.
"It's all over, why do you still have new news about Xie Chengrun?" Xiao Zhen asked curiously.
"Hey, Xiao Xie has been staying in Hangzhou for a long time and hasn't returned to Bangkok. By the way, his cousin's family seems to be in a bad situation and is on the verge of bankruptcy. They are also involved in three large and complicated congressional corruption cases in their country." Xiao Zhengtang stared at Xiao Zhen with a sharp gaze and said
Xiao Zhen didn't dodge at all and directly admitted to his father: "I asked Luo Jiawen and Zhenbei to do it. Hum, this is not the first or second time they have tried to steal my things, and they don't even allow me to stretch my legs."
At the Hassan Royal Estate outside Amman, Prince Ossa carefully polished a brass coffee pot inherited from his grandfather. Morning light filtered through the grapevine trellis onto the long white table, casting a soft glow on twelve sets of blue and white porcelain.
"Your Highness, the motorcade will arrive in twenty minutes." Housekeeper Fatima came over with a silver-inlaid tray, neatly stacked with the Nanyang girls' profile cards. "The Singaporean Lin family specially brought bak kut teh ingredients. Do you want the kitchen to prepare a clay pot?"
Osa smiled and poured the coffee beans into the mortar: "Remember to chop the rosemary I planted and set it aside. Aunt Sarah said last time that it goes very well with Southeast Asian spices..." Before he finished speaking, the sound of a clear Cantonese argument suddenly came from outside the manor.
"They said we should drive left! Look, this road sign has a camel on it!" A girl in a light green, modified qipao leaned halfway out the window, her pearl-studded hairpins bouncing as the SUV jolted. A girl in a batik sarong in the back seat protested, shaking her lemon tea: "Chen Baozhu! You're holding a map from thirty years ago!"
The pestle in Osa's hand stopped in mid-air - the sound was exactly the same as the one in the old Hong Kong movies collected by my grandmother, in which the cousin always ruined the dim sum.
"Welcome to Jordan." When Osa greeted in Chinese, Pacharaji, a Thai girl who was secretly taking pictures of camels, almost dropped her camera.
Blushing, she turned the camera towards the prince and asked, "Can I borrow you as a background? I promised my sisters that I would make a sequel to 'The Desert Prince'."
Lin Xueli, the younger sister of the Singaporean Lin twins, suddenly squeezed forward and asked, "Your Highness, can you make satay? We brought sambal sauce!" She raised the glass jar as if offering a treasure, but her sister Lin Xueluo grabbed her by the collar and said, "Pay attention to etiquette!"
Malaysian girl Li Yunen suddenly squatted down and touched Osa's muddy trouser legs with her fingertips: "Were you tending the spice garden just now?"
When she looked up, her eyes swept over the coffee pot in the prince's hand, "This Yemeni mocha beans need to be ground with cardamom. Can I help you?"
Before Osa could reply, Maria, a Filipino girl, opened her lunch box and said, "Try this!" The golden pandan coconut rolls were steaming. "I got up at four in the morning to steam them. They're definitely better than airplane food!"
At a stone table beneath a palm tree, Brunei Princess Hajani was teaching the royal chef how to make laksa with coconut milk. As Osa sat down surrounded by the girls, a Burmese girl, Do Myo Win, quietly hid her insulin pen in her embroidered handbag.
"This is the Royal Academy of Agricultural Sciences' newly developed intelligent drip irrigation system." Osa stopped in the rose garden, and Pacharaji's camera immediately focused on his profile. "Through soil moisture sensing..."
"Similar to the vertical farms in Kuala Lumpur, right?" Li Yunen suddenly pointed to the control panel, "But you use solar panels for power, and we use palm oil generators." She took out her phone to show a photo, "Look! This is the rainwater recycling device I designed!"
Lin Shirley came over and exclaimed, "This gear looks like the shrimp dumpling steamer in a Hong Kong teahouse!" As she spoke, she suddenly took out a sketchbook from her bag, "If I add a spiral structure here..." As the pencil rustled across the paper, the jasmine flower at the end of her hair almost fell into the drip irrigation channel.
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