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Chapter 676: Going to the Palace to Find Yang Wenxiao
Chapter 676: Chapter 676: Going to the Palace to Find Yang Wenxiao
It was the second evening when Yang Ye in the Capital City received these one hundred catties of sweet potato sticks.
The packaging from Qiao Xiaomai was as usual – simple. They were just ordinary hemp sacks, thoroughly wrapped inside and out, additionally enveloped in a layer of kraft paper on the outside.
There wasn’t anything lacking in terms of hygiene, but the appearance was too ugly.
“I must bring up this problem the next time I write to her,” Yang Ye muttered softly, picking up a pair of scissors to open the two hemp sacks himself.
The brownish-grey sweet potato sticks coated in white sugar frosting were revealed.
Thanks to the message passed on by guard Xiaoyang, he wasn’t surprised by this colour.
But despite not being surprised, this colour really was ugly…
While silently complaining in his mind, he directly reached in, picked up a few sticks, and placed them in his mouth to chew. They were soft and glutinous, yet chewy, and even those with weak teeth could chew them. The sweetness was just right. Everything was just perfect.
Except for this ugly-as-hell colour.
He sighed lightly, Yang Ye finished off the few sticks he had pinched, asked servants to measure out ten catties, and divided this ten catties of dried sweet potatoes evenly into two food boxes. Then, carrying the food boxes, he headed into the palace.
When the last batch of dried sweet potatoes were sent over, his mother happened to be at the Prince Wei Residence, and they were terribly scorned at. Hence, he did not have the courage to present them at the palace.
But this time, Qiao Xiaomai has sent over such a large quantity all at once, which could not be finished in a short time, so he decided to deliver some to the palace. If Grandpa Emperor and Father Emperor also disliked them, he would then lug them back.
He first visited the Da’an Palace, where the Emperor Emeritus resided.
Within the Da’an Palace, Yang Wenxiao had planted a bed of Snapdragon Flowers. These were planted after he returned from Bailu Town and they had now sprouted; the tender seedlings grazing lightly in the breeze. When Yang Ye arrived, Yang Wenxiao was watering these Snapdragon Flowers with a dedicated watering can.
“Grandpa Emperor, I’m here to see you!” Yang Ye sounded cheerful, his handsome face wreathed in smiles.
Yang Wenxiao smiled upon hearing the comment, “I heard from Gao Lian that you’re here to bring me some delicacies?” n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yang Ye lifted the food box in his hand, “Indeed, these are dried sweet potatoes made by Qiao Xiaomai. They taste pretty good, but the appearance is rather unattractive. So much so that when I first received them, I was reluctant to bring them to the palace.”
“Oh?” Interest piqued, Yang Wenxiao asked, “What do they look like?”
With the exception of the top-notch flavour, Qiao Xiaomai’s dishes were ordinary in comparison to those from the Royal Chef. However, being able to perfect one of the attributes – colour, aroma or taste, was quite commendable. With this in mind, he turned his gaze to the food box in Yang Ye’s hand.
At this point, Yang Ye passed one of the food boxes to a palace maid standing nearby, and then opened the other food box.
The dried sweet potato sticks were revealed.
From afar, they looked like a pile of greyish, nameless moldy stuff, covered in white fuzz.
This was totally unexpected for Yang Wenxiao, his face concealed his surprise as he asked, “These are dried sweet potatoes?”
“Yes, they don’t look appealing, but they taste quite good.”
Yang Wenxiao smiled and walked out from the bed of Snapdragon Flowers towards Yang Ye.
Passing the watering can in his hand to Gao Lian, he stared closely at the dried sweet potatoes for a few moments.
Only when he got closer did he realise that the white layer on the surface wasn’t mold. A momentary sadness swept over him. Indeed, he had aged; his vision wasn’t as sharp as before.
“Let’s go. Let’s go into the halls to give it a taste.” Concealing his melancholy, Yang Wenxiao strode towards the Main Hall of Da’an Palace.
Yang Ye quickly followed.