After having a plan, Zhao Qingrui set out to let people start to prepare.

She plans to separate the store that sells tofu and snacks from the bookstore, which only has a room of more than 10 square meters, and it is enough to cook food.

On the other hand, those who sell books will come to clean up after finding the right person.

Walking back, Zhao Qingrui began to think about the dishes made of tofu and what to take out when the time came.

In this era, it is boiled and eaten in a dinghe pottery kettle, and if it is preferred, it is easy and fast to cook green vegetables and tofu soup, and it tastes good.

Let's have another crucian carp tofu, one meat and one vegetarian is just right.

There are many ways to eat tofu, and it is very versatile, so let those people figure it out by themselves when the time comes.

She also plans to move the stone mill to the store, so that people can sell tofu while grinding, and strive to spread the word about the practice of tofu.

During this time, the food and clothing in the family were excellent, and even the clothes of the people under his family were better than ordinary people, and Zhao Qingrui also had a point about the situation of his family.

Since it is not bad for money, this tofu is equivalent to charity.

The store sells some other dim sum to make money, and she also knows a little bit of dim sum, and she has watched a lot of videos of making various gourmet snacks in her last life, and she has also made it herself.

After arriving in this world, she also taught her craft to the cook.

I have to recruit a few employees and let the cook take them.

"Miss, what is there to dislike about the store, if you are not satisfied, there are several shops for Miss to choose." Meng Yi said gently.

"I'm very satisfied, Uncle Meng, really open such a good shop for me to play? My dad has such a big heart. Zhao Qingrui hurriedly said.

Even she couldn't help but be surprised by her father's generosity, but she was a seventeen-year-old girl who had never left Northland County and had no experience, so her father was so relieved to give him the store in a prime location.

"The lord believes in the young lady."

"What if I smash it and lose money?" Zhao Qingrui raised her eyebrows.

"Don't be afraid if you lose money, my lord is not bad for money." Meng Yi said seriously, the entire Great Qin belongs to His Majesty, although the treasury is a little poor, but His Majesty's private treasury is definitely not poor, no matter how Zhao Qingrui tosses, it will be fine.

The corners of Zhao Qingrui's mouth twitched, and she was sure that her father was indeed very rich.

Back at home, Zhao Qingrui prepared non-stop.

It's okay to open a tofu workshop, her purpose is just to spread the tofu, and if she wants to make money, she has to rely on dim sum.

There are many rich people in Xianyang, so Zhao Qingrui asked the housekeeper to prepare a recruitment advertisement and post it in the store.

She was going to recruit a few clever ones, and then let the cook teach them how to make dim sum.

You have to have packaging, Zhao Qingrui immediately thought of Suling.

There are a lot of people in the Mo family who are staying in Xianyang now, and they can help them get some oil paper, which only requires one more process, and it is not troublesome.

As for the cardboard box or something, she won't consider it for the time being, it's too troublesome, and the packaging should be simple.

The housekeeper was very capable, and the next day he brought four young women over to Zhao Qingrui.

"Miss, what do you want so much paper for?" Chun asked puzzled.

"Of course, it's to make money, hurry up." Zhao Qingrui pressed the dough in his hand, it was almost fermented, and it was not easy to make some fine white noodles in Daqin.

The dough is divided into small pieces, rolled out and rolled thinly, put on the stuffing of leek and pork that has been prepared early, fold the dough in half, pinch the middle skin vigorously, and finally pinch the dumpling skin on both sides to the middle.

The dumplings are like a small ingot, round and smooth, and they look very festive.

During this time, she was replenishing her father's body, and she was also eating with her, and she felt as if she had gained a little weight.

So, she pulled the cook and began to toss the dumplings to change the taste.

Check your dad's physical condition later, and if it's almost good, start to lose weight for dad.

She also hoped that her great cause would be accomplished, so that her father would sit in the position of the emperor, and how could she do without a healthy body.

There is a system, and there will be a stable brushing tool in the future, and it is not a dream to let my father live to be two hundred years old.

"Are there any problems with the apprentices you brought?" While making dumplings, Zhao Qingrui asked about the chef's apprentice.

"There's no problem, I don't have anything to do every day except prepare food for the master and the young lady, it's just right to have an apprentice." The cook hurriedly said, her skills were all learned from Zhao Qingrui, and she is also a descendant of the Zhao family, and it is already a great luck that the master family can treat her well.

It's just a matter of teaching a few apprentices, and she's still happy to do it.

"It's fine." Zhao Qingrui nodded.

"By the way, in the next few days, my father's diet to nourish the body will be lighter, no need to continue to eat big fish and meat, and make more vegetables."

"Yes, miss." The cook hurriedly responded, and there were times when the words of the young lady were better than the words of the master, such as now.

arranged Dad's next meal properly, and the dumplings in Zhao Qingrui's hand were almost wrapped.

Ying Zheng, who was handling government affairs in Zhangtai Palace, sneezed, and Zhao Gao hurriedly came over to express his concern.

"Your Majesty has a cold, so the slave will go and call the imperial doctor." During this time, his status in His Majesty's heart gradually decreased, and Zhao Gao had a strong sense of crisis.

"No, I'm fine." Ying Zheng shook his head, he is doing well these days, he can feel that his body is recovering rapidly, even if he reads dozens of catties of bamboo slips every day, it is no problem.

However, with the popularization of paper, the bamboo slips used for the performance have also been replaced with white paper, which is much more convenient, although the workload has not decreased.

Glancing at Zhao Gao, Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze.

The Black Ice Platform has already been found out, and now that he is alive and well, although Zhao Gao has made some small moves behind his back, he does not dare to go out of line.

However, Hu Hai has more problems on his side, he has fun in the palace every day, saying that he is studying hard, but in fact he is playing, and even a lot of people have died.

These things were covered up by Zhao Gao, he didn't know before, just that those palace maids died accidentally.

Being able to do these things at a young age made him believe Zhao Qingrui's words even more.

How to arrange Hu Hai, this made him start to make difficulties, the punishment was too light, it didn't work, and he was not happy in his heart, if it was heavy, this was his son, and he was a little distressed.

His Majesty went out of the palace again, and everyone in the harem was eager to see through it, seeing that His Majesty's body was getting better and better, but His Majesty did not enter the harem, and they were all very disappointed.

Ying Zheng doesn't care what those people think, no one can stop him from going to see his daughter.