He returned to his bedroom and hurriedly penned two letters.
One was destined for the Capital City.
The method of Qiao Xiaomai was quite good; with the weather getting colder and colder, there was no need to worry about the soup base going bad. Furthermore, the road from the Capital City to Bailu Town was the best in Daqi, so Qiao Xiaomai's pottery jars could definitely be sent to the Capital City.
Both Yang Wenxiao and Emperor Yongan were not particularly indulgent in the pleasures of the palate, but if they could taste something different from the Imperial Kitchen delicacies once in a while, it would be quite nice.
The other letter was for Qiao Xiaomai.
Having just fish soup wouldn't do—it was time to try a variety of soup bases!
Da'an Palace.
Yang Wenxiao looked at the brand new tricycle glistening in the sunlight in front of him and smiled contentedly.