Seeing that the emperor was determined, Ah Hua stopped talking.

Although he stopped talking, his little mouth was so pouting that he could hold on to the oil gourd.

"It's rare that there are such bold and fierce women in society at present. If I hadn't been through time, I wouldn't have accepted her like this." Zhu Youlang looked at Ah Hua and thought to himself.

"Okay, don't pout, you'll leave a good impression in a while." Zhu Youlang quickly comforted Ah Hua.

"Brother, that kid is a uncle. I am just a commoner. Will he look down on me and be angry with me? Otherwise, you can give me a princess. After getting married, he will not dare to care about me."

Ah Hua stopped pouting, but her eyes turned a few times and made another request.

Zhu Youlang thought it was true. Although Ah Hua was the sister of the imperial concubine, her identity was a bit inconsistent with Yang Changjiang. If Yang Changjiang really took out the identity of the master to suppress her, she would have no way to do anything.

Besides, letting Ah Hua marry Yang Changjiang is intended to win over the heroes. If you marry a private daughter to him, the Yang family will be blind and not beautiful.

"You are relying on my favor. Well, in order to make you more prosperous, I will give you the title of Princess of Xishan." Zhu Youlang pinched Dai Yihua's clammy nose, looking very helpless.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" When Ah Hua heard this, she was overjoyed, knelt down and kowtowed, stood up and threw herself into Zhu Youlang's arms, hugged Zhu Youlang's neck, kissed him in the face, and giggled, "Brother, you are the best!"

Zhu Youlang touched the kissed face, and saw that Ah Hua looked unhappy just now, and thought to himself: "Is this little girl just asking for the title of the eldest princess? Where did she go when she was so disappointed just now?"

"Brother, I want to build the Princess's Mansion. When I get married, he will get my mansion instead of being a wife in his house." Ah Hua took Zhu Youlang's hand and expressed her plans.

"Oh..." Zhu Youlang now understood, this little girl's idea is here.

The Zhuang people's marriage customs are originally meant that men go to women's homes, and women are the main ones. Men change as clothes, just like clothes, and they have no family status at all, and even the sons they have cannot take their father's surname.

Ah Hua asked for the princess’s title, and this is the idea.

In the princess's mansion, she is the master, and she is the minister. She does whatever she wants. She wants to put on the master's airs, but there is no door.

Another advantage is that you don’t have to greet your parents-in-law day and night like a Han daughter-in-law.

Hey, this little girl movie looks simple, but I didn’t expect to be so scheming.

"I want to build my own, I don't have any money for you!" Zhu Youlang said angrily when he figured out this matter.

"Okay, brother, I have earned a lot of money from opening a restaurant. It's not difficult to build a princess's mansion. You don't have to hurt you. The girl didn't think about asking you to pay the money." Ahua said with a smile after getting her wish.

"Don't build it for the time being. The capital is about to be moved. You are built in Guangzhou. In the future, I will move to Nanzhili and Beijing. Yang Changjiang will follow you. Wouldn't you?"

"Okay, let's build it after the capital is moved. However, you have to wait until I build the Princess's Mansion before letting me get married with him."

"Oh, I really can't do anything to you." Zhu Youlang sighed.

...

After receiving the imperial edict, Obai arrived quickly. He first paid homage to the emperor, then to the eldest princess, and stood aside with his hands down.

Dai Yihua was very proud. Just because she was named the eldest princess, a person with a prominent status like Obai had to salute him, and he just had to wave his hand and say "forget it" and it was done.

And the one who gave himself all this glory was the emperor who looked like a big brother beside him.

"You all sit down." Zhu Youlang ordered.

"I dare not. Your Majesty just eat with the eldest princess, and I will serve you." Yang Changjiang said hurriedly.

"How can I make the ministers and the emperor have the same seat? I don't dare to obey the order." Oboi also said.

Zhu Youlang was helpless.

This is the case in this era, with strict hierarchy and obvious distinction between superiors and inferiority. I would probably have become a luxury to want to have a meal together in my previous life.

Zhu Youlang also has a theory of "eating and looking at character", which he believes is quite accurate.

Let’s take a look at Oboi’s character today. How can I not sit down?

"It's okay, today I'm wearing casual clothes, so don't be too restrictive. Besides, loyalty or not is not on the surface, but on the heart." Zhu Youlang said.

Seeing that the emperor insisted, Obai and Yang Changjiang had to sit down, Li Hong served, and Bai Xing and Fu Shan stood at the door guard.

Zhu Youlang sat in the main seat, Dai Yihua sat on his right, Obai sat on his left, and Yang Changjiang and Zhu Youlang sat opposite.

The price of vegetables is rising. There are northern dishes that Zhu Youlang likes to eat, and naturally there are southern dishes that Yang Changjiang and Ahua like to eat. Obai is a northerner and must love northern dishes.

According to the dining habits of his previous life, Zhu Youlang put a plate in front of each person as a bone plate. He put the favorite dishes on the plate first and then eat them.

"Obai, you are from the north and you are definitely not used to eating southern dishes. Come on, these are authentic Shandong dishes, you can use more." Zhu Youlang copied some of the dishes from the Nine-turn large intestine, braised pork ribs, fried liver tips, sweet and sour carp, put them on the plate, pointing to these dishes and said.

"I don't know when the name of Shandong cuisine was founded. Did I create it first?" Zhu Youlang thought to himself.

Li Hong quickly moved these dishes to Aobai.

"When you go back to your Majesty, I am really not used to eating Guangzhou cuisine. It is too sweet and light, and it is still delicious in northern cuisine." Oboi stood up and replied.

"Sit down. If you stand up and reply if I say something, you are not tired, and I feel tired too." Zhu Youlang said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Oboi finished his seat.

After sitting down, Obai tasted these dishes and felt that the fried liver tip was more suitable for his appetite, so he copied a few more chopsticks and piled up the plate in front of him.

Before the dishes on the plate were finished, another terrible fish fillet was served. Obai tasted it and felt good. He quickly copied a few more chopsticks and put them on the plate in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhu Youlang knew it.

This is an ambitious person, and this ambition will often be replaced by another ambition.

"Well, having ambition is not a bad thing. If you have ambition, you have motivation. It's just that you want to make a name for yourself." Zhu Youlang felt that Aobai could still be used.

Looking at Yang Changjiang's eating behavior again, it looks different.

He basically only copied each dish once. When he encountered a dish that he liked, he would pick it up at most three times, and never more than three times.

His eating habits not only represent very well-educated, but also very sensible, easy to be content, and have no big ambitions.

"It's not bad to find such a husband for Ah Hua." Zhu Youlang was also very satisfied with Yang Changjiang.

What surprised him again was Dai Yihua's performance at the dinner table.
Chapter completed!