"My son is pleased to my mother!"

"How did Che'er think of his mother today? His Royal Highness, our crown prince, isn't he focused on papermaking techniques for the people's livelihood? How could he find his conscience if he didn't come for a few days?"

Wang Zhi was a little angry when he saw that his son hadn't come for a few days, so he was a little bit cute. On weekdays, there were only a few children who could act like her, and Liu Che was a man, so he was even more loved by her.

"My son is unfilial, which makes the mother worry!" Liu Che had no choice but to admit his mistake.

If Wang Zhi is unhappy, I will give you a cold violence, which will make Liu Che very uncomfortable.

It wasn't intentionally making things difficult for his son. Wang Zhi was just a little annoyed recently. He was inexplicably angry, and his qi and blood were not smooth, and his temper was a little angry. Oh my god, let Liu Che know, he would definitely shout, "Menopausal!"

Liu Che felt very peaceful and relaxed when he leaned on his mother's thigh.

He had already calculated what he had done in the past few days and learned martial arts from Guanfu. He had gained something from Taifu. He was familiar with ancient books, but the papermaking technique was a bit careless. This kind of thing was destined to be used by everyone.

Ordinary people can't afford it, have no channels, and rely solely on Liu Che to manage it. In ancient times, without machines, they could not meet the needs at all, and would only cause riots and resentment from the people.

Just by directly publishing the paper technology, you can see the problem. Only the title of Cai Hou is left, which has been passed down forever. If he stocks up goods privately, he will only be infamous.

Her son slept peacefully on Wang Shi's legs. She was very happy. She stroked Liu Che's hair from time to time. Her tender little face had a angular edge, and she felt a little handsome.

Her thoughts went back eight or nine years ago. That day, she gave birth to Liu Che. She shed tears. She gave birth to three princesses before, and now she only has one son. In this harem, having a prince is equivalent to having a place.

After crying, she was ecstatic. She was so precious to her son. She was afraid of falling when she put it in her hand, and she was afraid of falling when she was placed on the bed. She felt very complicated.

She was afraid that others would hurt his son, so she had been careful over the years. Now that Cheer talked to his father's palace, he had already secured the position of prince, and she had become the queen, so she relaxed.

"Cher, what are you thinking? Can you talk to your mother?" If people have nothing to do, they like to know what others do and what they think. Wang Zhi is now like a mother who wants to steal her son's diary.

"My mother, what is the sachet hanging on the eaves of your bed? It smells so fragrant." Liu Che said.

You can't know what you think, want to gossip me? Liu Che thinks this is a problem.

"Dried osmanthus beans, this was picked and dried and put in by my mother last year. I changed it every once in a while, so the fragrance remains the same! Does Che'er want it? If you want my mother, you can put a portion for you." Wang Shi said with a smile.

"Is it because my mother still has a lot of stock? I changed it every time. Did the mother pick a lot last year?"

"Yes, the mother still has half a box, it is sealed and stored, so the fragrance is difficult to dissipate."

"Can you give me some?" Liu Che thought cooking was also a skill. He often cooked in person in his previous life. He planned to make some osmanthus cake for his mother and sisters to taste.

Of course, I didn't know that Liu Che had such a purpose. Wang Xie gently helped his son up, pounded his thighs, took out a small wooden box from the dressing table, Hu Ziwei took a piece of veil, poured it out half, wrapped it tightly, and handed it to his son.

"Mother, call your sisters tonight, Che'er will taste delicious food for you. Don't eat too much dinner!" After leaving such a stupid sentence, Liu Che escaped.

Taste food? This is becoming more and more bizarre, and it is often shocking. Wang Shi shook his head and smiled.

500 grams of glutinous rice flour, 300 grams of japonica rice flour, 250 grams of white sugar, vegetable oil, sugar and osmanthus are appropriate.

First sift the glutinous and japonica rice flour, add white sugar, and knead it in clean water and mix well.

Steam the mixed and kneaded cake flour in a basket for about a quarter of an hour. Then wrap the cake flour in wet gauze, keep turning and kneading until the surface is smooth and the cake flour is delicate.

Then press the cake flour flat, pull it into long strips, apply vegetable oil, sprinkle with dried osmanthus, and cut it into squares.

Liu Che thought about these raw materials steps secretly, compared the weights and measures, determined the quantity, asked the yellow door at the door, and went directly to the breech that he pointed to.

The kitchen of the Han Dynasty was a blister kitchen. This is the reason why gentlemen stayed away from blister kitchen, but Liu Che was an alternative, no matter what kind of gentleman style it was.

The uninvited guest of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the chefs, were very frightened, and they all invited the Crown Prince out.

But Liu Che didn't care about so much, he just wanted to make osmanthus cakes in one place. Why do so many things? I didn't leave the poop and would be slouched if I had a disagreement.

Cooking can also be a process of enjoyment. Fortunately, there are enough ingredients in the breech kitchen, and the kitchen in the Han Palace is valued by the royal family and has developed very well.

The Taiguan ordered the prince to see His Royal Highness skillfully making things like pastries, and took out a bag of dried osmanthus and kneaded them. He was a little surprised. When did the prince still have this hobby? After designing papermaking, can he add pastry recipes?

For Taiguan Ling, cooking is the profession they rely on for survival. Inventing new vegetables is a happy thing. One of the Taiguan Ling He Chang couldn't bear it anymore, "Your Highness, can you teach the ministers this new pastry method?"

"You've been watching me do it?"

"yes"

"Then have you written it down?

"I've written it down."

"Then you still ask me?"

"Uh..." He Chang thought to himself that the prince is so generous and does not hesitate to others stealing his skills. No wonder he made papermaking public. Such a great righteousness should be admired by all people!

After making it, Liu Che tasted a piece and found it tasted very good. Then he happily packed it in a food box and left.

He turned around and brightened his big white teeth, "I'm okay with taking the food box?"

"It's okay, take it if you want!" The officials replied in unison.

When Liu Che returned to the Jiaofang Hall, night had already arrived. In the dim twilight, the bright white of the moon was like a piece of silver armor, draped on Liu Che's hurried figure.

Wang Zhi cared about his son very much. Since Cheer asked her to let her sisters come over, she specially sent someone to ask her two daughters to go back to the Jiaofang Palace to talk.

"Mother, I heard that Brother Che will bring us delicious food. We heard that right! My brother is the prince now, will he still pester us every day?" Princess Pingyang asked.

Princess Pingyang was wearing a red dress and was obviously a domineering master. She had a delicate face, her lips were like fire, and her figure was slender.

"Brother, what else have you done papermaking recently? I have dedicated it for free. The people of Coke are cheering!" Princess Nangong and Liu Che are a little different in age, and her gentle personality makes Liu Che more intimate with her.
Chapter completed!