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Chapter 305 It smells so good

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    When Emperor Hongzhi was about to stand up, he felt that his waist was about to break.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? did not feel it when he stood up, although he was supported by the eunuch, the world was spinning. Xiao Jing, with quick eyes and quick hands, hugged Emperor Hongzhi, and Emperor Hongzhi stabilized himself.

    Emperor Hongzhi took a breath, looked around, and said, "Thirty-three stones?"

    "Congratulations to Your Majesty, Thirty-three Stones, the auspiciousness comes from the sky, the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty are virtuous, and the people of the world are lucky."

    Xiao Jing knelt in the mud and squeezed out tears.

    Emperor Hongzhi was too lazy to pay attention to him. He looked at Fang Jifan and showed a somewhat easy-going smile: "I am not young anymore. I already feel that my waist is going to break. But I have dug so much grain from the ground, and I feel very sad."  It's a relief, youare really the pillars of my Ming Dynasty. How do you eat this food?"

    The captains all raised their chests, but they all looked at Fang Jifan.

    Fang Jifan said: "How about try it?"

    "Of course I have to try it!" Emperor Hongzhi laughed.

    Zhu Houzhao winked at Fang Jifan, but Fang Jifan pretended not to see it.

    The group of people hurried back to Qianhusuo. Emperor Hongzhi sat down and said to everyone: "Sit down, everyone. I am tired, and I guess you are tired too."

    The eunuchs hurriedly moved the chairs, and everyone sat down one after another. Emperor Hongzhi looked very interested, but someone had already sent the collected potatoes to the dining hall for cooking.

    The method of cooking mashed potatoes is actually very simple. Steam them in a pot first, then add a little sesame oil and a little salt, and mash them together into a puree. The mashed potatoes are ready.

    Even if it is a staple food, it should look like a staple food. Zhu Houzhao seemed to have thought of something and summoned a eunuch. After whispering a few words in a low voice, the eunuch hurried away.

    Emperor Hongzhi didn't care about Zhu Houzhao. In fact, he was still very upset. Such a high yield was even more generous than sweet potatoes.

    But is this thing really edible?

    tasty?

    Will the people eat it?

    These many questions were all lingering in his mind.

    For a moment, I felt extremely complicated.

    Seeing that Emperor Hongzhi had no intention of speaking, everyone naturally did not dare to be presumptuous. However, everyone had their own thoughts and remained silent.

    Half an hour later, plates of mashed potatoes were served, and everyone looked directly at the food on the plate This thing looked like paste

    Xiao Jing personally brought a plate of mashed potatoes. Emperor Hongzhi lowered his head and looked at it. Is this thing really edible?

    He hesitated, about to raise his chopsticks.

    At this time, I heard a voice saying: "Father"

    Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes.

    But Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Before you eat the mashed potatoes, you have to have an appetizer porridge first."

    Emperor Hongzhi said with a smile, "How can you still be so particular?"

    Zhu Houzhao said with a sullen face: "Erchen and Fang Jifan are both very particular people."

    Fang Jifan was a little speechless. He suspected that Zhu Houzhao was cheating him.

    Zhu Houzhao immediately walked out of the lobby and went to pick up a bucket of porridge himself.

    He had just ordered the young eunuch to buy this porridge.

    Then, he ordered people to get bowls, took wooden spoons, scooped out the porridge, and then distributed it to the monarchs and ministers present.

    "What is this?"

    Looking at the 'yellow rice porridge' that was almost unbearable to look at, Emperor Hongzhi was confused. Is this porridge?  There isn't much rice in this porridge, and it's mostly yellowed broken rice. There's no rice flavor at all. The porridge is not thick, and there are impurities floating on it that don't know where they came from.

    "Father, this is yellow rice porridge!" Zhu Houzhao answered honestly.

    Emperor Hongzhi sneered: "Do you think I have never seen yellow rice porridge?"

    Yes, Emperor Hongzhi had experienced the sufferings of the people and had personally tried yellow rice porridge. Although the taste was not very delicious, it was not too unpleasant. However, he could not put the yellow rice porridge in front of him to another.  , associated with the yellow rice porridge he ate in the palace.

    Zhu Houzhao said seriously: "Of course my father knows what yellow rice porridge looks like, but my son knows that my father must not know what the yellow rice porridge that ordinary people eat looks like. In the palace, my father wants to experience the sufferings of the people.  , just a word of mouth, the imperial kitchen will do its best to prepare it, but how will they buy yellow rice porridge? Come to think of it, they still have to select the best yellow rice, each grain is plump, and each grain is carefully selected.  After that, clean the rice, wash away all impurities, simmer it carefully with firewood for a few hours, then add some honey,The monk in the iron cloth shirt who studied in the temple clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and his muscles were tense. He just said "ouch", showing the power of China!

    "The suffering of the people, today Emperor Hongzhi has really seen it. When he met Wang Er in the past, he felt miserable when he saw that their family was bare.  Later, I heard Ouyang Zhi say that the soldiers and people in Liaodong were suffering, and Emperor Hongzhi also felt the suffering, and he seemed to feel that he had felt the same.

    But today¡¯s yellow rice porridge is truly bitter.

    "Your Majesty, please use potatoes."

    Fang Jifan saw that the monarchs and ministers were in pain, and his conscience was condemned. His Highness the Prince was really thought-provoking, and he used the same method he used to deal with him to deal with his father.  This guysooner or later will seek his own death. Fang Jifan felt that he should warn himself and draw a clear line between himself and this guy who likes to seek death.

    At this time, Emperor Hongzhi took a deep breath, picked up the silver spoon, and took a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

    When the mashed potatoes entered his mouth, Emperor Hongzhi felt that there was some kind of indescribable taste.

    Emperor Hongzhi chewed slowly, what does this taste like?

    How to describe it?

    Finally, a thought came to his mind: "It smells so good!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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