Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

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

"And this." Fang Hai continued the introduction for Emperor Yongan. He took a palm-sized, lake blue bowl from the food box. The bowl contained rich soybean paste, knowing the emperor's preference for cane sugar, he proactively added some, "This is soymilk, in which dried soybeans are soaked and then ground on a stone mill into a paste, then it's boiled. This is how soymilk is made."


Emperor Yongan was somewhat surprised, "So many variations?"


"Indeed, the people in the Imperial Kitchen say that this food is no worse than cold jelly noodles." Fang Hai put the bowl in front of Emperor Yongan.


Upon hearing this, a slight smile touched the corner of the emperor's mouth. "The prime ministers are so considerate."


Creating more variations from two inexpensive ingredients like soybeans and sweet potato, which couldn't be used as staple food, was also a kind of contribution.


Chapter 112: In Name Only