After being expelled from the mansion, I changed the dynasty by writing novels.

Chapter 106 An Indescribable Deliciousness

"It's a success!" But we still don't know if it will taste good.

Luo Nanzhi carefully removed the sponge cakes intact, one by one, by turning each small bowl upside down.

A delicious aroma of eggs wafted over.

The sponge cake, which was originally only a little over half full in the small bowl, has now expanded.

It was very hot. Luo Nanzhi cut the unmolded pastry into several small portions and gave them to her father and Xianyu to try.

This pastry is even softer and smoother than those you can buy outside, with a dense and creamy texture. Even elderly people with weak teeth can try it.

I have never eaten such a soft pastry before, and it tastes sweet and chewy.

Judging from their expressions, Luo Nanzhi knew that the sponge cake was a success.

As soon as it was light, Luo Nanzhi and her father went to the wealthy man's mansion to find him, carrying a chicken cake wrapped in oil paper and tied together.

The wealthy man was quite surprised that they had arrived so early.

But Luo Nanzhi opened one of the packets of oil paper and let the wealthy man taste it. The wealthy man took a bite and clapped his hands in admiration!

"This pastry is the best I've ever eaten in my life!"

Not only was the wealthy man in the story shocked, but everyone in the teahouse was also astonished!

"That's such an exaggeration! Mr. Wuming always likes to use such exaggerated descriptions! Is this pastry really that delicious?"

"Exactly, the description of the Wen Ding last time was so exaggerated. I wanted to try it, but I couldn't even get a private room. I wonder if the Wen Ding tastes good in reality. I guess it doesn't!" This person is just being a sour grapes.

"I've never heard of this 'pearl sorghum' plant before, but I think it's the secret to making sponge cake."

"Who knows? Hahaha, I guess it's just some plant that Mr. Wuming made up. My family has been farmers for generations, and we've never heard of such a crop!"

Many people didn't take it seriously and quickly forgot about it; nobody cared.

"It's just for fun, you guys are actually considering its feasibility?" someone mocked.

The warm pot that everyone was discussing was highly praised by those who ate it in the private room, and it made them feel warm all over.

This time, only bone broth was provided, and these people ate a lot. I wonder if the pepper will be widely publicized and stimulate the taste buds of the ancients, giving them a shock.

When talking about chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns and cumin are naturally indispensable.

These two seasonings were discovered long ago, otherwise Ye Yuwu wouldn't have been able to prepare a simplified version of hot pot base for the princess.

The people downstairs had no idea that the people in the private room were already engrossed in eating the Wen Ding (a type of hot pot), yet they were still saying that the Wen Ding wasn't good.

Wu Hualing ignored the arrogant and conceited people and continued telling the story.

He slammed his hand on the table, and everyone immediately turned their attention back to him.

He then continued;

The wealthy man was astonished; he had never seen such pastries before. They were incredibly soft and springy to the touch.

He believed he could use this pastry to curry favor with the governor and get on his side.

So after receiving the pastries made by Luo Nanzhi, he immediately delivered them to the prefect's residence in person.

At first, the governor didn't believe the rich man's description of how delicious his pastries were, but when he thought of his wife, he decided to give them a try.

So he accepted the pastries, and the prefect's wife found that the sweetness of the pastries was just right, and the taste was superb. She had eaten pastries from so many shops, but none of them were as delicious as these.

The prefect's wife hadn't had much of an appetite, but she ate all the pastries that Luo Nanzhi had sent, which almost astonished the prefect. He picked up some crumbs of pastry that had fallen off the oil paper and tasted them; they were absolutely delicious!

He learned from the wealthy man that the pastries were made by a young girl, so he felt compassion and wanted to bring the girl into the mansion so that his wife could make some pastries for her to try.

The wealthy man was naturally pleased with the arrangement and agreed on Luo Nanzhi's behalf without even asking for her consent.

Just then, Xianyu also suddenly disappeared.

This concludes this volume.

It got stuck at the most crucial point again, and the audience members sitting below the stage grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"We have to wait until next time again, and the next time will be seven days from now! These days are really hard to bear!"

"I heard that some people at the teahouse have already finished their Wen Ding (a type of hot pot), and there aren't many people there right now. Why don't a few of us go and try it together?" After all, one storytelling session ends, but there will be another, with different stories, which is quite exciting.

So the private rooms where the previous group had just finished eating were instantly filled with new people.

The storytelling of "The Little Chef of Jinchao" has come to an end.

Everyone left the teahouse with a satisfied heart, clutching their round bellies.

After returning home, he boasted to those around him that he had eaten the "Wen Ding" from Mr. Wuming's storybook.

Some people even consider it a source of pride, describing in detail the feeling of each leaf of vegetable when they eat it.

"I love eating garland chrysanthemum and shepherd's purse the most. These two vegetables are a perfect match when eaten in that hot pot."

"Are you really using coal? Coal is very expensive, how much money would that cost for one meal?! Besides, won't using coal for a long time cause death?"

Most of the people who go to Wen Ding are people who have read the storybooks, and those who have read the storybooks are wealthy people who have bought the storybooks, so they naturally don't lack money.

During the Jin Dynasty, people burned coal, which was only affordable for the people of Bianjing, a city with a developed economy. At that time, people had not yet realized that ventilation was necessary when using coal, which led to many people consuming carbon dioxide in their homes.

"I don't know either. I heard that they used honeycomb briquettes, which were made by the teahouse owner. The materials were cheap. I also heard from the waiter in the teahouse that burning coal at home can kill people. That's because we keep the doors and windows tightly closed at home. Gases in the coal evaporate and can't escape, which causes physical discomfort. As long as the doors and windows are opened for ventilation when burning coal, it won't happen."

"So we always eat the hot pot with the doors and windows open."

"Won't it be cold?"

"It's still warm when you eat it! Everyone should try it next time; it's so comforting to eat it in this cold weather!"

This was widely publicized by these people, making some people very curious about the Wen Ding.

After the princess had eaten and drunk her fill in the private room, she suddenly regained her senses and became curious about the coal used in the cauldron.

"Why is this coal different from the one I've seen before?"

The princess carefully observed the burning coal. It had several holes, which she had noticed when she ate it earlier. This coal burned quickly, had a strong flame, was smokeless and odorless, and could burn completely.

Ye Yuwu explained to her, "Your Highness, I call this coal honeycomb briquette because it looks like a honeycomb."

The princess smiled and ordered her servants to bring her some honeycomb briquettes to examine.

"Did you make this again?"

Ye Yuwu sighed, "I just didn't expect coal to be so expensive in Jinchao. I originally only intended to use it for the Wending pot, but I suddenly remembered that I had seen this method written in a book that could save more coal, and it was also inexpensive and easy to make."

"How many honeycomb briquettes can be made from one or two ounces of coal?"

"Three pieces, please."

What?! The princess was so surprised she almost lost her composure. A surge of excitement welled up inside her; this seemed like an opportunity!