The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 383 Part 1

Chapter 383

They still had to go and talk to the other villages. If they wanted the common folk to follow the "policy" obediently, willingly, and without complaint, they had to explain everything clearly—make them understand the pros and cons. Only when the people saw the benefits with their own eyes would they be willing to do it wholeheartedly.

If they just sent down an official notice, would the villagers even know what sweet potato starch was?

Would it sell well?

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 56

Chapter 56 

After Qi Junzhuo and Yang Jinglei left the capital for the North Frontier, Shen Nian remained confined within the palace. Su Ren had been berated by the Emperor and was now under house arrest to reflect on his mistakes. Yue Yunzhou's leg was still healing, and he remained bedridden, unable to move.

On the surface, Yue Yunzhou appeared to be the one the Emperor valued most. Not only had the Emperor personally dispatched imperial physicians to treat his leg, but whenever the imperial physicians requested expensive medicinal ingredients from the palace, the Emperor would order them delivered without hesitation.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 382 Part 4

"How could they not?" An elder slapped the table and spoke first, fired up: "I've lived in the village these past few years and don't get out much, but when I was young, I used to work regularly in town. That master of the house treated his hired hands well. Back then, when his daughter married and he held a feast, he invited a chef from a restaurant to cook. Whatever was left over, he shared with us workers. I ate some that day—oily and rich, with meat too—but the flavor wasn't as good as this." 

Because that had been his first time eating a big chunk of meat, and it was made by the head chef of the town's finest eatery—he had remembered that taste his whole life.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Why?

Shen Nian asked himself the same question. But he didn't dare think too deeply about it—or rather, even if he had figured it out, he wouldn't dare say it to the Emperor's face.

So he braced himself, kept his expression steady, and said, "Your Majesty, this humble subject is a loyal minister who loves his country. My only intention is to share Your Majesty's burdens."

Qi Junmu just looked at him without speaking.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 382 Part 3

Arriving at Lao Wang's house, they didn't see Zhao Ger and were about to ask when a savory aroma wafted out first.

"Lao Wang, what are you cooking in there? It smells so good my stomach's already craving it."

"Right! I'd just eaten three sweet potatoes before coming, and now this smell is making me hungry again."

In the village, aside from the lazy ones, no one would stay for a meal at another's house unless it was a festival. But now, they'd been called over, and right after, the smell came drifting out. Surely they weren't called over just for a meal?

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 54 Part 2

In that moment of hesitation, Shen Nian seized the upper hand entirely. "Prefect Su is quite the schemer. Yue Yunzhou has a reputation for being impartial—even His Majesty would weigh his words carefully. You win him over, and then you can pin whatever crime you like on me, can’t you?"

With that, he straightened his back and said with utter conviction, "Your Majesty chose Yue Yunzhou to go to the North Frontier. This humble subject trusts Your Majesty—but I do not trust that man to handle this matter fairly. The moment I thought of him and Prefect Su conspiring to frame me, I was so enraged that I struck out. And… and it was only after I came to my senses that I realized Lord Yue’s leg was broken. I knew I had done wrong, so I called a physician for him and paid the fees myself."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 382 Part 2

Gungun and Dandan couldn't handle spicy food, so Zhao Ger only added a little soy sauce for them. Even so, the two kids devoured it happily. They couldn't use chopsticks, and spoons didn't work either, so they just grabbed the noodles with their hands, standing by the table and slurping away. The noodles were long—they'd forgotten to cut them while soaking—and the two little ones were practically gasping for air as they sucked down the strands. Usually, a bowl of lean-meat congee was enough to fill them up, but today one bowl wasn't nearly enough.

The Liu family also kept praising the dish.

It wasn't flattery—it really was that good. They ate bowl after bowl.