Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1007: Chapter 1007 Trials, Old Master Bai_1 Chapter 1007: Chapter 1007 Trials, Old Master Bai_1 “Nonsense,” Qiao Xiaomai didn’t believe him. People from the future avoided supermarket vegetables for their lack of safety, hence their preference for wild greens.

In these times, only the poor would eat wild vegetables.

If she tried to pass these off to Yang Wenxiao, he would definitely scowl at her.

“Next time I’ll send a message to His Majesty, saying we’re running low on our own vegetables and won’t be able to send more once they’re gone,” she said.

“Hmm,” Tong Sanlang nodded without looking up, “Feed those pigs more Spiritual Spring water in the next few days. If we run out of greens, we’ll just send pork.”

“Alright,” Qiao Xiaomai nodded.

Capital City.

Yang Wenxiao frowned at the assortment of spices laid out before him, his face as wrinkled as tree bark.

Gao Lian had checked as instructed; the Imperial Kitchen had no new recruits recently, nor had they used any new ingredients. Everything was as usual.

He had Gao Lian bring a sample of every spice used. Now, they were all placed before him.

Salt, sugar, soy sauce, vinegar, starch, star anise, bay leaves, cinnamon, Sichuan pepper, fennel, Herbal Fruit, among others—Yang Wenxiao eyed each item, picking them up to inspect and even had people taste them. After much fuss, he discovered nothing.

Gao Lian stood aside, watching his expression, and asked in a low voice, “Your Majesty, could it be that you’re… overthinking things?”

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao glanced at him and said, “Tomorrow, there will be a banquet. Call Little Bai over.”

Little Bai, Bai Tianyou, Bai Zhi’s grandfather, the only non-royal king of Daqi, followed him to conquer the world at the age of thirteen.

It was Bai Tianyou who had caught the food box that once saved Yang Wenxiao’s life.

With such a connection, Yang Wenxiao was lenient toward Bai Tianyou. He turned a blind eye to Bai Zhi’s entanglement with Yang Ye, pretending not to see.

However, Bai Tianyou, though over a decade younger than Yang Wenxiao, was far from his physical prime, frequently bedridden these past years, necessitating the permanent presence of an Imperial Doctor at the Bai Residence.

Bai Tianyou had also received some Bean Sweet Potatoes that Qiao Xiaomai had contributed, but compared to Qiao Xiaomai’s cooking, they were vastly inferior; hence, Bai Tianyou could not be considered to have experienced her culinary skills.

Not having tasted it, he should have a clear judgment.

The following noon, after three months without leaving his residence, Old Lord Bai attended court in a sedan chair. Yang Wenxiao welcomed him with a lavish feast at Da’an Palace.

Old in years and weak in teeth, Bai Tianyou was served Qiao Xiaomai’s soft tofu by Yang Wenxiao, along with other easily chewable and digestible food from the Imperial Kitchen, filling the entire table.

Both seated at the table, without other conversation, Yang Wenxiao enthusiastically urged Bai Tianyou to try this dish and that one, leaving him struggling to find a topic.

After practically tasting every dish, Yang Wenxiao finally stopped serving food and asked with a chuckle, “Little Bai, how do you find today’s banquet?”

Bai Tianyou, completely satisfied, stroked his beard and replied, “Not bad, the skills of the Imperial Kitchen have greatly improved.”

“Oh? Then tell me, which dish was the most delicious?” Yang Wenxiao asked.

Without a second thought, Bai Tianyou pointed at the small dish in front of him and said, “This imitation monkey brain, and this dessert.”

Imitation monkey brain was the new name Yang Wenxiao coined for the soft tofu dish.

The dessert was Taro Ball Milk Tea, generously filled with taro balls—it was a small bowl brimming with a mild sweetness, complemented by tea and milk, creating a delightful taste.

With this response, Yang Wenxiao casually pointed to the other dishes, “Are these not comparable to those two?”