"What should we do with this?" Qiao Xiaomai asked.
"Separate these two items and wait until the retired Emperor returns to ask him. If he says it's fine, then we can use them," someone replied.
"Alright," Qiao Xiaomai nodded.
The two of them got to work and swiftly sorted out the small jar of Herbal Fruit.
Qiao Xiaomai then continued with the cooking, preparing dishes such as braised pork knuckle, Sweet and Sour Ribs, garlic white meat, Sweet and Sour Pork, and spicy and sour pig's blood soup.
Every part of the two small pigs was being used by her.
Close to noon, Yang Wenxiao returned in his imperial carriage.
Yang Hao was with him, his face wearing its usual mild expression, but his eyes betrayed an insoluble melancholy.
Just now, he had been ordered to convey Yang Wenxiao's commands to the other palaces. The other consorts, less favored, complied with whatever Yang Wenxiao decreed.